Out of the Blue
I need love.
I definitely do.
I guess I’ll beg you
But I don’t want to.
So I’ll leave no clue
For you to view
But I still need love
Encompassing and True.
28 May 2021
Be Gentle, Please.
What will you do if I say I feel neglected?
Speak all the love and
Save the hate for later.
28 May 2021
Cries for Help
Am I silencing my cries
Or I'm crying silence?
11 May 2021
“STOP THE CAR!”, she screamed.
“C’mon! We talked about this.”
“I SAID STOP THE FREAKING CAR!”
I pulled the car over because my wife just can’t control her pee.
29 April 2021
Alex fidgeted with his uniform while standing in the queue for the tenth time now.
“Hey moron! Complete my English assignment and bring it home by 9 or I’ll make you bleed this time.”, Bruce whispered and shoved Alex out of the line. He did nothing but kept staring at Bruce’s feet until they disappeared into the crowd.
When Alex’s turn came, the vendor smiled,“There you go buddy!”, he handed over the atlas to him, “I’m really sorry for making you wait for days but I hope I made that up by getting you the latest 1957 edition.” This kind gesture made Alex respond with a heartfelt thank you.
Reaching home, he threw his bag on the bed and dropped the atlas on the study table. Eagerly, he turned the pages with his fingers crossed but nowhere he could find what he wanted. He laid back on the chair with a pen in his mouth and continuously fluttered the pages with his anxious hands.
“Alex! Lunch is ready!”, his mother, Olivia shouted. Her voice made him realise that may be she can help him with his problem. Running down the stairs, he asked, “Mum, do you know where I can find a detailed map of our city? I need it for a project.” His mother replied, “I’ve no clue honey but I guess Charlie used a map when he went out to hunt in the forests so like all his things....”. “It’ll be in the basement.”, he completed her sentence.
Turning on the light, he started looking for the map. Soon his eyes fell on the large trunk that he usually visited when Olivia was not home. He saw sparrows, pigeons, cats, squirrels and every animal that he dismembered. He slowly picked them, reliving the calming experience he got when he first chopped off their feet so that they’d not run away, the way his father ran away with that other woman. After taking all of them out, he saw a big plastic rolled up on the base of the trunk with dried blood on it. There it was, filling him with satisfaction - a wall map of his city showing directions to all the nearby forests and rivers, exactly what he wanted.
Coming back to his room after a late lunch, he was studying the map when he heard his mother exclaiming,“Honey, I forgot to tell you that I’ve got a night shift today so I’ll be late.”, soon Alex heard the closing of the main door. “It’s a lucky day!”, he slyly murmured as he looked at the clock.
“I’ll be there at 9, Bruce.”
5 April 2021
You ran covering those miles between us
And I could just walk some paces.
A cubit was the distance left but
My footprints are what your heart traces.
My blood trailed the previous handspan.
Tears puddling since the first yard.
Your palms containing my weary face
As I leave every inch of you, my lifeguard.
7 April 2021
Make me that feeling between your breaths ~ satisfied but still dying for more.
7 April 2021
I couldn't sleep because my conscience was.
4 April 2021
The only warmth I ever feel are of burning tears,
They don't fall on my cheeks but roll above my ears.
12 March 2021
Leaving my room
In putrid rage, foggy mind
And conscience at its death bed.
Running to the kitchen
To grab a glass of sparkling air
Smashing it on the wall without fear.
Holding onto every shard,
Feeling the friction of the pieces on
My palm as the static turns into dynamic.
Pleading those chunks to not go
To not leave me like my sanity
Or the way those humans do.
Seeing the blood say goodbye, telling
Me that it’s happy to end this hellish ride.
Dripping drops of crushed character.
Just tears following the fanatic laughter.
Adulterated soul torturing the poor carcass.
Fingers falling with the glass, along
With a strange body & a stranger heart
Strength flowing out, doubts stuck inside.
My family wouldn’t care, friends never did.
Taking me to a doctor is all they will do
Or a simple, “What has happened to you?”
Their laser sharp eyes
Fail to ponder what they see, their
Strong brains disgusted by my crazy mind.
Soon they forget the past,
Thinking I’m back on the right track,
Back to the living prison without any bars.
So I’ll continue counting
The number of breaths stolen by my
Peace because that’s how it’ll live and breed.
Continue gagging on my own sorrow,
Conscious turning pickly sour, while I’ll be
Busy blowing bubbles of my sweet serenity.
Embarrassed at my fiasco attempt, my
Bruised hands desperate to do that again,
Just for them to understand my de facto life.
11 March 2021