Poetry

Broken

2025-07-26T09:14:00.001+05:30

I stopped writing poems

And my health declined

Little did I know that my heart was broken

I glued it up with music with books with random acts of violence with life

But the cracks

The cracks

They spread like a cancer

Like lightning in slow motion

A tear drop stuck in time

My rage on mute

How can I scream with empty lungs

When your name is acid on my tongue

this machine

2024-11-12T19:50:00.003+05:30

the cog is back in its place

there is nothing normal about this

from the inner to the outer space

nowhere else does this cog fit

back in the chair again

dreaming to survive

eating up the pain

whispering, "still alive"

a scream written in braille

feeling where to go from here

why succeed when I can fail

driven into the dirt by my fears

the bell will toll for one final time

till it all collapses around me

will the punishment for all my crimes

finally set me free?

silence, the snake

2024-10-29T14:32:00.003+05:30

words stumble into tripwires

the machine starts to churn

igniting the core, finding fuel

the engine starts to burn

one by one they fall

dominos, broken on the wheel

shattered pieces of existence

too burned out to feel

those that hoped for justice and truth

are buried in the same earth

as the ones that wanted to burn

everything to the ground

when the whispers segue into screams

nightmares start ending the dreams

the trap of sleep is crushing strong

who cares what is right or wrong

head games

2024-10-16T18:07:00.006+05:30

i heard drums thrum

soul taut like string

ready to break away

ready to scream or sing

a lonely kite in the sky

kissing clouds without a care

dreaming of a love that was

never even there

just a ghost of a memory

haunting corridors of my mind

looking for the piece of me

i had left behind

in the darkness

in the fear

in her eyes

a lonely tear

A pause, or perhaps the end.

2021-06-12T18:01:00.004+05:30

I've written in this space for close to 14 years. I think I am done.

Adios, readers.

so wrong

2021-05-26T01:20:00.002+05:30

the smell of burning sulfur

comes from somewhere close

arms raised to the skies

as a cold wind blows

the scent of hate is strong today

the water red with blood

there is a dream, it's dying

a face stomped into mud

with masks off we are all the same

to the void, we sing our songs

skulls and bones with a different name

how did things get so wrong

In Me

2021-05-24T20:16:00.006+05:30

There is a void in my days with no way to fill it. If my mind is not occupied with the random happenings of life, there is a sadness that lurks like a killer around the corner, watching me, waiting to murder any hope of joy.

There is a blank space in my pages with things that I am too scared to write. What if the words rise up from the page, move on my arms, travel up to my face and crawl in my mouth like so many spiders.

There is a darkness in my heart that I dare not poke. This animal alive, grinning and slithering, filled with poison, forms dark lips to spit the question, "are you going to act like a pussy, boy?"

There is a scream in my soul that just will not emerge. The sound rolls around in the box of my rib cage, growing stronger with every passing day, waiting to explode, like a murder of ravens from inside me.

Every prayer a fuck you to the deaf gods.

a desire to burn

2021-04-26T17:24:00.003+05:30

fire on my finger tips

words die on my lips

a smile of corpses, mile long

sing the same sibilant song

some foil from last poem still stuck in my teeth

red tongue, black words, gums bleeding

licking lips in serpent dreams

seeking a venomous kiss

a kiss to kill me

a kiss to burn

a kiss to teach me

a lesson never learned

through torn lips

a grin, a grimace

a promise, a hunger

a desire to burn

cardiogram

2021-04-11T23:57:00.000+05:30

________________

i like to chew foil, you see

crunched up with every memory

it taste of nothing, only discomfort

a railroad spike lodged in my head

i cannot swallow this

metallic taste on my tongue

cutting my gums, i bleed

i cannot spit this

rolling this ball of foil in my mouth

masticating regrets, suppressing bile

thoughts rise like corpses in dead waters

stinking, bloated on the side of the road

eyes bloodshot,

punishment for self

chewing foil

in a DIY hell

hush

2021-04-11T00:26:00.000+05:30

finally,

a darkness

bleeding through the pages

waves of a dark sea

on an inky night

a pigment of imagination

of all things bright

the click of the key

the universe whimpers

a finger on the lips

disappearing into shadows

till only a glint

a hint

of a smile remains

----

bear with me.

tattoo

2021-01-10T18:26:00.000+05:30

there are bits of you
hidden under my skin
my tongue baptized
by liquid fire
time stood still
in the moments
that you showed me
the meaning of desire

---

Hitting publish on a draft from 2018.

Fuck It Energy in 2021.

The Cut

2021-01-10T00:13:00.002+05:30

sharp as the memory

of a stolen kiss

a tongue cold as a blade

locking lips with the abyss

fingers that rove like mad dervishes

parting skin, digging in

spinning, gyrating, lodged into crevices

to reach deeper and touch the sin

the whispers that lacerate

with the force of winter

leaving the mouth with a bloody taste

gritted teeth, each breath a splinter

this cut will not heal

it will only fester and bleed

till we refuse to feel

and watch a want become a need

---

Papercuts all over my hands.

The Eye

2021-01-07T00:31:00.005+05:30

A floating orb

All seeing

Unblinking

Filled with rage

A question

Bleeding through

A vision

Turn the page

Radiating

A dying sun

Darkness enveloping

Step up to the stage

Focus

On the focus

Tunnel vision

Engage

---

2021, no more hindsight.

The Bastard Again

2020-12-25T20:55:00.005+05:30

fucker, heathen, sinner
loser, bastard, winner

floating on wings made of luck

how can you not give a fuck?

did the world not bleed enough for you

did the blood not quench your fucking thirst

when the beeline formed to drink the blood of earth

with bloated belly, you were the bloody first

do your eyes still bleed tears or blood

does your mouth taste of coppery mud

does your hunger not fuck up your soul

and still you keep filling that hole

your face is now a bloody mess

for which sins now will you confess

now that things go from bad to worst

will your rotten core not burst?

---

Merry Christmas!

eat the blood

2020-12-15T00:05:00.000+05:30

a shit eating grin

a scream

a tongue

snaking out

spilling poison words

venomous anonymous

what is real anymore

who murdered truth, justice, love

and other such afflictions

who will deny the answers

when the questions seems to change

transform with the seconds

break up and rearrange

till the broken finger is pointing back

at you

bone stubs pierce the skin like pine needles

falling down in the endless snow

that covers up the sins that we don't know

in this frozen wasteland

we hurt each other

we bleed each other

we hate each other

we need each other

till my blood is in your mouth

and my mouth is filled with taste of copper

you look at me and smile

with blood in your teeth

---

nightmares about teeth

Angel Wings

2020-12-13T23:53:00.001+05:30

teeth turned to embers

tongue turned to ash

thoughts turned to smoke

heart is an empty gash

the monster of flames

woke up sans a brain

only the command module chittering

with orders obscene

to go find an angel

bring her to this scene

bathed in a beatific light

unaware of the upcoming plight

till the board is ready for her to rest

till her strength will be put to test

the hammer and nail

not ready to fail

toss, turn, flail

but the iron sparks down

whimpering on the board bleeding

eating fire, drinking smoke, pleading

till only a skull remains in the blazing heat

grinning it denies defeat

---

it never gets better, it only gers worse.

still alive

2020-12-03T00:12:00.006+05:30

through the fire
through the flames
through the trials
through the games

still standing

suffering cracks

blue and black

with understanding

crowbarred vision

forced to see

all the things

that could be

but never were

for want of

one ingredient

or ten

then the drums start to beat

a lonesome dirge

a howl

a summon

gravel crunching

under an arched foot

a gun shot

a whisper

a prayer

a promise from a fool

still alive

whispers

2020-09-07T19:57:00.000+05:30

how do i whisper the words of longing

how do i whisper words of love

with a mouth full of ash

with ambers smouldering on my tongue

how do i prepare myself

how do i get ready

for the fall that is visible

after flying long and hard

how do i grit my teeth

how do i hold my breath

till my face is as blue as my heart

till my eyes see supernovas and stars

how do i sift through the sand

how do i wade through this water

that threatens to burn me

that threatens to drown me

Rain Fire

2020-09-06T15:26:00.006+05:30

All that is left now
All left to be
An inferno from the skies
Target: me

This self importance, narcissism

Waiting for gods to display their ire

Soul divided, this schism

All the pieces, waiting for the fire

If nothing else, it would be

a pleasure to burn

Perhaps smother existence

Into a sliver of nothing

Coronavirus Blues

2020-09-05T18:23:00.006+05:30

There will be no vaccine
None

We are all going to get this shit

Even those inside will get hit

It won't be fun

Might as well get this shit over with

While there is still some hope dripping in this heart

While there is still some chance to play the part

In the bigger scheme of things

Because it would fucking suck

To be hopeless in mind and sick

Cuz this shit will infect everything

From the heart to the dick

Maybe we are all sick already

So fucking sick

Posse

2020-09-05T18:20:00.001+05:30

The gang crowds over a table once again

Where this naked body, lies etherized

Someone complains about the stink

But no one does anything about the rot

They talk of gods and demons

Conversations linger like dragonflies

Over squalid waters on summer noons

Conversations drift like smoke from a dying cigarette

They discuss everything that needs to be done

In next moment, forgetting it all

They whisper one moment, and then yell

Forgetting the oaths that bind them to each other

Perhaps the world has already ended

Perhaps it's waiting for the death knell

Disinterested, they ask each other's well being

Removed from reality, they lie, all well

blood of the unknown

2020-08-23T15:10:00.000+05:30

everything is on the line
while we lie everything is fine
but the water is up the knees now
and the smoke is filling our lungs
but we still manage to speak somehow
whispering in alien tongues
the sharks have smelled the blood

the circle is getting smaller

and we are trapped in each other's arms

alive, yet suffocating

the kiss of life, becomes kiss of death

as we whisper sweet lies

to make the poison palatable

The Bastard

2020-08-21T17:35:00.003+05:30

The stink that rises from the city

A souvenir of the world left behind

For no matter where we go, a pity

We fill the sewers in our mind

The grinder in the gut, churning

The pain and discomfort, melt into one

The dumpster fire of thoughts, burning

Shadows dance to eclipse the sun

Waking up wrapped in needles and pins

Covered in the stink of an alien reflection

Black book, black ink, jotting down the sins

Blood, sweat, tears, come all in one

The whispered prayers go unanswered

The fog now covers the ground for miles

The roads forgotten, engine swerved

The bastard in the rear view mirror smiles

----

I left this unwritten for the longest time. I guess every poem needs to gestate.

comfort

2020-07-05T16:40:00.002+05:30

There is no comfort in this darkness

The ghosts have come alive

The closets spit out rotting skeletons

Thoughts buzz like bees in a hive

This maelstrom of depravity will not subside

It only gets stronger with each moment

Common sense says run and hide

Curiosity says come see the end

The rat keeps gnawing at the rope

The last tether to sanity

As masks fall away, grinning skulls appear

Hollow eyes leak out vanity

The fall never kills you

You die when you land

If this hole is neverending

What else is left to understand?

----

Have you ever wanted to scream?

burn

2020-07-02T16:49:00.002+05:30

petals of a rose

layers of an onion

the endless spiral

once blind

now third eye sees

things that should not exist

the fear turns to rage

the heart engine roars

let there be no peace

only the cleansing fire

mother sun

embrace me once more.