Hungry

Mate the words,

Make them travel through the invisible knots in your skin;

Tingling every pore with fire,

So much so that it clutches you, uses you to the extremes.

This body has it uses,

It holds your un-thought of  screams,

Nameless, faceless beings.

Leaving you in an aftermath of nothingness

It laughs hard at life's poignant indignity.

My search for you abandoned

In troubled howls of cries,

Visions blurred and mashed

Fed to the hungry mouths of the dark things.

Picture

This is smoke;
Heavy, sooty.
It's sullying your picture.
When I try to clean it with my palm,
The part I see is me.
If I wipe it clean, all that would be left is me,
So I left it as it is.
I let it hung in the air
Like a broken castle.
I am a Queen without a kingdom.
Shall step on the green grass like a commoner,
But have kept my crowning jewel
In my hidden pocket,
My Poison intact in my ring.

Nameless

This is an unreal world I am in touch with.
Looks familiar when stared at the face;
But I do not recognize it anymore.
May be I never did.
Would I ever recognize anything that fleetingly touches me
Or even wraps around the naked me, feeling the rise and fall of my breasts?
Wait till I wrap around myself and burst into zillion pieces of sunshine.

Shall coil, dancing with my three heads and red-slit eyes;
And now I am me,
Beautiful, soft and mad.

Hundreds of Times

Hundreds of times you come and go, noticed and unnoticed;
Like an heirloom across seven ages.
Was it even past or shadows of the present?
Strangers brushing by, leaving me breathless;
Yet it ain't the same.
You slowed down my moments;
Smiling as I write, wondering if I should correct this,
Just as the conscious effort of the mindless rhyme.

A Story

A bite of the Moon, took the bloody Goon.

An universal mess, such bad press!

Jupiter filed a case.

Mayor of the Cranky Crook

Devised a damage control plan.

The hawk-nosed put the Bluest of Whales up for sale.

The skies above each planet, fought tooth and nail.

The Red Mars won the bid,

Sliced the beauty in the mid.

There were more black than blue.

Red queen decided to sue.

It was murkier at the best,

Little blue-bird hid all its eggs in hi-tech secured nest.

There was panic, the seas were low,

Land was dry, no grass to mow.

Utter chaos,God gave a sigh,

He was ousted from the No Man's Land's sky.

Sad and dejected He climbed the hills,

From where you could see the Dutch wind-mills.

Cranky Mayor had to pay the bills.

A little boy who played with colored clay,

Was good with the hues, if you may.

He made the missing piece of moon in silvery gray,

Glued it back by the receding Bay.

The water began to rise as he ran back,

He gathered all his blues and threw it to the skies.

God chucked His plan of secret demise,

Promptly took charge and distributed the color well.

The Universe was pleased and all was swell.

Dazzling.

Every now and then,
Poet, my remains,
Carry me further than my ashes can;
Blowing with the wind
Over white and silver peaks,
Dazzling troubles deep,
Sparkling and swimming downstream
Over rocky edges, nice
Zero shades of vice
Performing my last rites.
No, this is not the end;
Across the next bend
Every single crack would mend;
I would be whole again.

Time to Time

This body is a trap.
It imprisons my soul
And all that it doles out to me
Is a simple wish so pure
Like metal without a cure
Free me when it's time;
Time is treacherous
Gifts are numerous
Like the ones to the mistresses
Difficult to leave
So stuck with his lies.
Open the mind's eyes
See the tunnel that is hidden
And the face at the other side.
Other side is untouched
Memories unlearned,
That would be
When it's time.