A piece of Art

Tore this skin into a thousand slits. Say it too! A piece of art. Bleeding irrevocably as love. Flawless as an ocean's eternity...!

My Prey? It prowls!

I ain't precious to you...Am I? Are you to me? Are you a prey? My prey? It prowls...!

I speak so fast

"This much...this mess!" Muffled coz you inattentive... Still I say my haze. So much to say. So much to see...

The florist

I am incautious. Or am I numb? Across the road I see, I see The florist. Roses, lilies and sunshine. And some are just pretenses...

Sunshine

I basically began my journey of writing with poetry, and poetry has always been beautiful to me… bringing one to your reading palette…the tale of the tumbler…the tale of the sunshine…

Gravity

Could you please let me drive? I often close my eyes. And, I don’t know the journey is a little heavy, my waistline a little clutched…Find me…there’s nothing to hold on to. I’m floating. The pain is fading away, and maybe so is the pleasure. Haha. Hey, I see them, clouds, and nobody notices them well enough. Hey, I see them, stars so stark, to compromise, to hope?

To love with love

I miss you love. I miss being ordinarily stupid. I miss those random pinks and reds and blues. Will you find me again to stay forever? Why do I need to still search you instead? Am i waiting? Am i lost?