The art of war

I have always been distrustful,
Skeptical of people’s affections and intentions
Less because of the arrows along my spine
And more because of my rose-coloured eyes,
Discoloured now;
But I have learnt to trust
Not them,
Myself,that no betrayal would break me
My corporality is not built upon the mosaics of their being

I have always been territorial,
Ferociously protective of what is mine
And look how those demarcative thorns
Marred  the beauty
So I learnt to lower the weapons
But I havn’t forgotten the art of war
I will destroy you
If you cross the line

Colours

It doesn’t have to be skillful strokes of a paintbrush,
A blank canvas would love
even the abstract splashes of colours on it
It doesnt have to be a particular kind
to be perfect

You ask me what is art,

The stain of blood in the creases of my fingers
And spilled ink

Mapped together

You are the firmament draped over my existence ,
glittering in moonlight
And I am the seven seas
Contained in your heart,
Rising and falling with every breath
I reflect your azure
You,my darkness
You are heaven
And I,Earth
Who can ever map us together?
Yet we meet
Such that no eye can see
Where you end and I begin
Distance can’t stop whats meant to be

Sillage

The heady scent of your breath
Tickles my memory
Leaving ripples of sleepless  nights
On my sheets,
I open my eyes to your deliquescing face,
Bracing for the familiar ache
But suddenly it does not hurt anymore,
Suddenly your absence is not a gaping hole
Grief fails to paralyse me
I think of how much I loved you
And memories resuscitate your presence,
The trail of your kisses
Whisper along my collarbone
And the hearse at long last
Disappears from view

Shut-eye Beast

Dont rattle its cage
Let it sleep
Until its desires are tamed
Make no noise
Let the silence scent its breath
Until your name becomes the forgotten jingle
Of a bell around its neck

Schizophrenia

I am not afraid of love
I put it to sleep
in the chambers of my heart
and slit its throat

I am not scared of you
Your pretty face couldn’t be a nightmare
if it wanted to
You have no weapons
Just hearts and flowers
Those flowers will wilt
and the heart wont beat if I pull it out

I am saving myself
from the parasite inside me
and you think
I am running from you?

The Reason

I wouldnt call myself a poet
I dont know if my words
have reached out to people yet
It hardly matters since I do not write for fame
Neither do I write for money
There is enough crisis
And people would rather pay for fun
And porn than catharsis
I wouldnt call myself a poet
My words dont always rhyme
Just like now
I write because I love to store memories in ink
As time goes by
Thoughts can be overwhelming at times
And at times run dry
I write to keep them fresh
As I watch the dense mist
Change colours with days
I write so I can always see
What I was and what I am going to be
I wouldnt call myself a poet today
But may be I can someday

The song of light and dark

You dont have to hush your demons
Or slather smiles on your scars
When I sway to the rhythm of your hips
Our demons dance together
To the song of the stars
Baby dont you shy away from the light
Or be shamed by your dark
The cadence of love
In the beat of your heart
Fills the night
Like the song of the lark

Love,Whiskey and Madness

Your anger,
Baby it burns like fire
You walk out and slam the door
But storms dont last forever
Your words,
Venom coated goodbye,
You are never coming back
Oh but you will!
I will make you
Your fury is as arousing
As my love is madness
I could hold you captive,
Lock us both in forever
And listen to you spit out words of hate
As the rich taste of dark poetry
Trickles down my throat like whiskey

A lyric of memories

Words keep me awake at night
Yours and mine

They ring in my ears
Like whispered prayers
Or sensual moans of a lover
And I wrap my senses around them,
Caressing their texture
They sing to me in your voice,
A lyric of memories
In a pulsating cadence

The things I left unsaid
Like a choice never made,
Or the monster under my bed
I never could face
Haunt me when I close my eyes,
Remind me of my incompleteness,
The anomaly of my existence

An unwritten poetry
Waiting to be read.

A lyric of memories

Words keep me awake at night
Yours and mine

They ring in my ears
Like whispered prayers
Or sensual moans of a lover
And I wrap my senses around them,
Caressing their texture
They sing to me in your voice,
A lyric of memories
In a pulsating cadence

The things I left unsaid
Like a choice never made,
Or the monster under my bed
I never could face
Haunt me when I close my eyes,
Remind me of my incompleteness,
The anomaly of my existence

An unwritten poetry
Waiting to be read.

Photographs

I read your photographs like letters,
They tell me stories of you;

When  I stare at them long enough
They take me back to those days
When I had pictures of us on the walls
And you;

Now,
Just the torn faded wallpaper
And Your photographs ,
Clapped out rectangular scraps of torture

No man’s daughter

I was once
in love with a man
Who broke my heart
Stamped on the pieces
And turned them to dirt
So I waited
Until I learned to function
Without a heart.
Then I wrenched his daughters’ out
tied them to his shoelaces
And asked him to walk
As it turned out
He couldnt take a step forward
I was no man’s daughter
Hence so easy to break my heart

Shards of love

Every once in a while
Her frozen heart aches
Shooting spikes of pain
Down her veins,
The ice has caved in
the road down her cheeks
And tears have lost their way,
They stagnate in her eyes
like glittering crystals of rain
Forming a barbed fence,
Shards of love
that glint when its dark
the seven colours of pain

Ressurection

I have ridden the waves of passion
Cresting in your eyes,
Drowned in your tears
And surfaced on the shoreline of your dreams,
I have touched your horizon
Rising with your whirlwind
I have loved and lost myself in those eyes
My Sun shines from beneath these lids
My night falls when they do
In the shadow of your lashes
I have seen seasons changing,
I have seen glaciers melting,
Fire blazing,
Galaxies expanding
And life embracing death in your eyes
So could you look at me just once
And bring me back to life?

Flames and kisses~~~~ collab 5~~~Specter and Aphrodite

Specter:     Released from my physical bonds

I was damned to enter my purgatory ,

Travelling the endless expanse of misty grey,

I stared up at the countless mirrors

reflecting a dark stare with hollow eyes

sinister shadows followed me

And I heard the souls scream;

I knew there was no waking up from this cursed dream

and amidst these chaos and pain

I see you yet again!

Deep inside me the agonising despair of lovers rumble

I dont know why I keep coming back to you,

to that sullen place

You made my heart melt

Then burn into a raging fire,

Your lips obliterate those flames,

My only true essence

Just as you had snapped and swallowed the child in me,

My Earthly innocence

Aphrodite:   The moment stops when our                                            eyes meet

There is perhaps hatred in yours and discreet pain,

I have wandered on in this maze of putrescent souls

For eternities together in vain

But now it feels like I have arrived at the designed end

A part of me had died long before,

Long before when I said goodbye,

And here I see you yet again;

Adrift in this dark purlieu of souls,

Embracing an end without you

Has spiked my wounds with your tears

And my blood tastes of your pain

The darkness I gifted you ,

Its shadow binds me to this purgatory,

Remnants of our shredded love binds me to you

And I wet the shrivelled and torn pages of our unfinished story,

If only heaven forsaken abominable creatures could pray

I would pray for forgiveness

If only hellbound souls could wish

I would wish for you to expunge my existence

With one last kiss of love

And one last touch of tenderness

A thousand showers of rain

Rain patters against my window

It will stay locked,

like it always does

Until the tormenting noise slowly fades away,

The blindsiding lightening illuminates

the sinister face of my captor,

His sinful laughter

echoed by the ominous thunder

His groping hands on my wet skin

and his savage teeth on my flesh,

A thousand showers of rain

but the memory refuses to wash away

The wounds have healed

The scars have faded

yet my fear stinks of his boozehound breath,

Rain patters against my window

I cower in the dark wishing it would go away

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

Indigo

Fingers dipped in indigo

How beautiful they look

As if a butterfly with wings of imagination

perched upon my hands

and let fall its hue,

How wonderful it feels

to know this is where my words left their parting kisses,

trailing a wet path down to the world

where they dance in a  brilliant swirl of blue

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