You put a knife through my heart

Why didnt you hammer my head too?

A bashed in skull would have hurt

but less than the unholy unavailing desire

to fuck your brains out,

Amnesia would have been better

than remembering what you did to me

because oblivion has mercy,

Its kinder than vengeance

that won’t rest until I hunt you down


Aphrodite and The lady~~~~~collab 4


What is a delusion to you could be my reality

Just the way God speaks to you

if you believe in his quiddity

I wonder who drew this intangible line of separation

Who demarcated sanity?

when we all have moments of insanity

and flaws within

When our reality could just be a delusion

we have unanimously decided to believe in.

Who knows if there is life after death?

who trusts the conjugation of souls beyond?

You like to believe in love

you might be living in pain

and joy might be joy just to feign

You delude to abide by the truth

While truth is an illusion you chase in futility

and your reality is an abandoned cry in your delusionary make

Parallel Universe


Oft’ I marvel at poets and their words

Oft’ I wonder,

If poetry is my escape

or an orifice that articulates my depth

Oft’ I dread that day when I might run out of words

or be spent of feelings

Wading through such musings,

Oft’ have I concluded –

Poetry is my odyssey to a parallel universe

which reckons no bounds

bounded within the frontier of fantasy,

Where I can be a bird, a tree

A desert,a sea

I can be a goddess or a whore,

The ghost of a lover,

A devil or a saviour from an ancient lore;

My words could be-

A bouillon of seduction,

A promise of love,

A lament of separation,

A war cry,

The theme of a funeral march,

or a jamboree of glee;

This cuneiform universe knows all my pains and sorrow,

Recognises all my lovers and haters alike

And like this realm of cruel reality that commands me

My hold on my words is as staunch as the depth of my emotions

On my call shall the galaxies here laugh or cry

Upon my wish shall I go where to I can fly