Let Me Heal

Let Me Heal Withered flowers on his crowned head. A blackened leafy dress on his bodice. Thorns of growing greed around his limbs Gracefully gliding along his skin. In human form he stood, Feminine features on a masculine frame. An embodiment of nature, Blending all human stigmas, genders and race. Slender fingers gliding along a... Continue Reading →

Cryptic Poetry

Cryptic Poetry Cryptic poetry, Words, verses and stanzas of ill health. Diseased relations of tarnished bonds. Gilded cage : Steep stairs leading to faulty four walls, Compressing slowly under a cemented ceiling. It's a gilded cage. More than a decade of recycled retorts, Of icy insults, Of unanswered prayers, Of toxic tempers, And once taut... Continue Reading →

Skin & Bones

Skin & Bones Skin and bones I am. Pieces in pieces, undead under pretence. Seeking felicity in stolen moments and my faltering steps, Jaded, dull and hollow I've become on heavenly behest. Skin and bones I wasn't. Skin and bones I've become. To this hidden routine ache I might soon succumb. Until and if that... Continue Reading →

Liminal

Liminal In the liminal state of mind I often find myself in, I see doors of ebony, mahogany and teak. Gliding towards them on a sheet of incandescent affirmations, I hesitate before knocking : elm, ash, oak or beech? Eventually, I knock on the pine. Soft under my calloused knuckles. And I hear it, that... Continue Reading →

Lies

Lies It's been said and done. It's been said and done. What is said cannot be taken back. False hopes can't always fill deep cracks. Thresholds are met and broken. Words you'll regret are spoken. Some sorrows get embedded in your skin. In a battle against yourself, you can never truly win. What is said... Continue Reading →

What Words Can Do – #23

"Maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me. I am who I am today, with all my faults. Tomorrow I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’s me, too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have... Continue Reading →

Alphabets Of A Lifetime

Alphabets Of A LifetimeArtlessly waiting for the day myBreakfast will be a full plate,Cold clothes made from curtains will beDitched and dinner would be served for once.Expectations, I've realized, are never met so I want myFuture independent of them.Goals I aim for are small and insignificant so IHope hindrances won't plague my way whenI break... Continue Reading →

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