Birth of a rebel/masochist

I was born on the chilliest winter morning, when everything was covered in frost and death, all the creatures were fighting hard for their survival and I was born, as someone disturbing the balance of life. Gaping for oxygen, a human who couldn’t adjust even for their own survival, I never knew to settle for…

My words…

My words are the golden wingsOf my incredible imagination.Every night, i embark on my flightUsing my flamboyant wings.Time and again when i sit down To enter the world of my verses,I take out one auric feather To use it as a quill , drenching itIn the passionate blue fluidConsisting of my deep, darkYet soulful desires,…

Eyes of my childhood

my eyes still hold the remains of my childhood,
they are still more innocent than my demeanor presents
they hold the memories of when I first saw …

Lip reading

the way lips don’t touch
while saying i love you,
just makes them miss
the warmth of a touch.
Perhaps, that is why we kiss,
to give the lips that feeling,
they miss out on.

Anxiety talking

my limbshave a language of their own,which they speakwhen my mind is filledwith the gusts of untamedforbidden thoughts,and my brain is spirallingIn and out of chaos. My limbs start talking,when my tongue feels paralysedand confused to choose from a plethora of thoughts floatingin the sea of my mind. My fingers start scarping my skin,or they…

I am poetry…

Hello, I’m poetryAnd today i will write myself.I come from the deepest cornersOf a world that is round.I reside in the warm hearts That have only seen winters.I breathe in metaphorsAnd alliteration is my heart beat. I wear ornaments of poetic devicesBut my natural raw self is beautiful too. I speak in the language of…

Premonition

the day I will die, my poems will feel liberated they will visit my grave on every 17th of the year not to feel sorry for my demise but to shower curses on it, on me. the day I will die my poems will throw a big bash they will create an anthem full of…

Today, I will cook!

So, firstly I am much grateful for you to be here to read my poetry, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. Also, this is my first time writing this sort of poem, I am not promoting any violence. It’s just a fiction, a pretty dark one I…