Sunday 27 December 2015

She has got a lie to tell!


She has got a lie to tell!

As a reader,
The finest thing you can do,
Is to sense her,
And also the nastiest thing is,
To sense her.
For her secrets are not,
As prosaic as they seem;
So keep pretending only,
That you know nothing,
About her blithe-eyed lie,
And let arrive the time,
When she would die,
With what she was born,
Underneath her long flowing gown,
With corsage tucked above —
A mound of mysterious words,
Some thorny scarlet roses,
And a sleeping hound!

Tuesday 22 December 2015

My Panacea!


My Panacea!

Chisel out,
A very little of you,
I solicit, 
To let me cradle it,
In me,
As if my heart is a womb.
And,
Like an endless reprieve, 
From thousand miseries, 
I'll carry it,
Unto my grave,
To repose,
With you,
Still inside me!

What a happy woman,
I shall be …

Sunday 20 December 2015

DESIRES

DESIRES
I have,
A black hole,
Inside me,
Growing,
With every blow,
Coming from the closest,
I know.
Shrunk and distorted, 
Empty from outside,
I have innards,
But not me,
As a whole!
Won't you now,
Absorb my chaotic void,
O' dark pit, 
As my heart, body,
And my soul?

I crave for pain,
I long for peace,
Love me,
Kill me,
I have always been only yours!