The astounding response , was most unexpected
The gold galore was unwanted to me
Thought it served as mere legs
I patronised it as a baseless bottom
Wrecking voyagers masts,
Seemed like a life worthwhile
Invasions rendering pearls and rubies
Lost in the vale of the coral wilderness
Perched on the slippery, nature-carved
Rocks of death and breath , behold
Mansion or bungalow , whatever as it's told .
Resides the peaceful folklore ,
Candles flickering indecisively
Reminiscing,gold chides me ,
But the lavender was seeking me
Laying to restlessly erupt in finality .
I was causative to the rise , when and by
I was lying on the turquoise
Superimposing on calendars, in a profound manner of speaking
I never dreamt , nor had an inkling .
Dimensions swirling in a parallel universe
Rejuvenates a multi level whorl .
And I become a fluttering
Avian , cognitive yet being .. !
Transcending every world ,
Extraordinary girdle

What’s wrong ?

What’s the matter ? 

Is the frequency of your voice too high for you to hear ?

Let me tell you something my dear , 

Let me give you a discourse 

On your greatest fear .

You are a silly little retail,

In an enormous world of detail . 


Of course , you think , 

You’re quintessential.

What’s wrong ?

Are you stuck ? 

Tsk tsk . 

Too bad . 

Don’t bother feeling sad . 

Think about revolutionising ,

And becoming 

Kinda rad .

And be exempt from the 

Epidemic fad. 

Be a special kinda lad . 


Wield the scalpel 

I know your every secret 

What made you shiver 

What made your heart skip a beat

We are more intimate 

Than you have ever been 

A star crossed lover 

A passerby

A stranger in the woods 

A forbidden desire 

I am your supreme controller

I can destroy you 

Or I can help you attain the salvation 

That you never received 

Come hold my hand 

Or embrace me 

My arms wide open 

Morbid stranger of the night 

Let you , incise me ,

Hello , justice divine 


As she swept the tendril of hair

Across her face , tucking it away

Did she imagine his soft caress 

Akin to a feather 

Her skin supple…

Against the pulp of his fingers 

On the spur of the moment 

Yet eternally intimate.


As I passed into your world … did I begin to feel like an extraordinary girl … it wasn’t a trivial glance or chance , neither was it a flitting , cowardly little romance . 

Follow the melody , let me strum the strings to your heart , at last , I may drive my very own hearse, when all I thought about everything was curse , you are no blessing in disguise , you are the flavour to the tea I never liked , the curtains opening on a scene I never enacted , 
Oh my dear, stay with me forever so near.. 

beyond the horizon of rivulets , to the endless dawn, to the fathomless nothingness of space , it is never ever too late . 


Time was created , and the creator was named

Creation was done in some image 

Who’s image ? 

Who’s right ? …. 

Projections of power ,

Projections of control ? 

Projections of sadism . 

The creator of the damned , the wooden puppets, 

Engulfed in the blue hue of the planet ,

Submerged , where ? 

A force to be reckoned with ? 

No .

It is not an entity . 

It is the way it is , we are to become , nobody decides.

It is a form of , submission , it is a malevolence to reckon with , it is made to , build and tear down , it is a phenomenon, and we are the subjects .

This is an extortion.  


Why was there disease ?

How did I not recognise it ? 

Getting starved slowly from within 

My broken temperament 

A meal for the greedy egos

I ask .. was it me?

And I ask again . And again.. and again.

Disease of the mind they say

Is the worst of it’s kind

I cannot see in the dark

After being illuminated in the light

I cannot face the illusions 

When touch, sight and taste felt 

So real to me 

Where did you go ? 

Leaving me in the wasteland 

Of my half eaten mind 

I can question the injustice 

But who’s going to listen to me? 

Failing heart , embroiled the failing mind

Train of thoughts 

Lost behind the drawn blinds .