TUMOR

I wish to be a wound,
On the leg of a maniac.
Bound only by a harsh iron chain,
I can be fresh always,
And smoothed by those tough arms.
My tears reached their puberty
And flew out like smelly pus!
But bees didn’t approach,
Due to the playful leg.
They rested on the chain,
For a better chance.
I am insecure, and untidy-
Evaded by the invaders,
I dumped my feelings
Which are visible to all-
Because, I am an open mouth
Of the sadist world.
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METAMORPHOSIS

An array of words roused in my mind,
Questioning and exciting me.
I laid on my sick bed shivering,
My body heat penetrated my brains,
And it ruptured into small molecules
Each filled with millions of headless microbes
Which made dynamic thuds.
They created a vibrant catastrophe,
Exhilarating my swollen memories
Kept apart in a corner of my brain tissues-
Some grown inside out,
Some over grown like amorphous mass,
Some seen like twin heads;
All twirled over my head,
Like metal balls in a pendulum
With no clock for support!
Grains of sand entered my nostrils,
Moving towards my sinus glands..
I felt neurotic, did nothing.
It enlarged into globules
Blocking my air passage.
My face muscles tightened,
No pain, no numbness
I dismantled each pieces from my face,
Like a broken mud vase.
To my utmost surprise,
Those were the black letters
Of those hidden words .
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INSECURE

It’s better to write than die
With my fractured fingers.
I unlocked my memories,
From a word, still boiling in my throat-
‘’My mother’s life’’
‘’She rolled on her bed,
Blabbering meaningless words
With eyes barely open.
The charred mark flaunted,
On her right wrist like a dark centipede.
Creases on her forehead twisted,
When she stirred often.
Her belly raised and fell calmly,
Once flat and enchanting,
Now bulged and deformed !’’
The truth that, she getting old
Made my nerves quiver.
Her years of toiling for me,
Her compassionate nature,
Kept me alive always.
She healed my unseen bruises,
With her mere presence.
The thought of her loss
Made me feel hollow;
Held amidst tall dark walls
I hear only my echo,
Of a deserted daughter!
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THINGS THAT MATTER

I splashed some paints from a dish,
Which I stitched like feelings
Upon the lazy earth.
I tore off the evening sun,
And placed it on the sea like a beauty spot.
I fished in the North Pole,
And licked huge ice burgs;
Which told a few tearful stories.
I stood up in a plate of sugar syrup,
And drew the picture of waves
Which seemed to be bones of the sea!
I read the quite calls,
From the scales of a fish locked up in a tin
And you,………sitting beside,
Threw away my flute,
Instead, can u give back my music-?
Of love, pain, and grief!
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MAD BLUE

Far away from the real estates,
Nearby the shore and underneath the banyan tree,
Looking at the busy ants
And to the floating logs on the smooth waves,
Staring to an infinite blue and greenery,
I saw a shivering lip and a sharp chin.
His feathers were drenched
With the foul salt water.
The water, pretending as his shield
Was green, with no red drops
But with death chillness,
Righteous according to themselves,
Hugged him with its rough arms
Then, myself with an odd face and a made up boldness,
Realizing the thrust and density of the water
Plunged along with him,
To an unknown clumsy clutch,
To the grip of angry teeth,
With a burning body and rough hair,
And with full-blown eyes and broken lips!
That effect, had an unusual thrill,
Which bewildered my mates,
Who stared at me in disbelief!
I laughed and laughed with,
A sigh of relief.
That eternal fruit;
I achieved at last!!
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TOY GAME

The evening star spread out its shining rays,
Which fell on the innocent faces,
Sleeping calmly in the world of flow less daydreams!
The soft rays weren’t pouring any joy-
Upon the hungry faces of the youth.
But, they were showering that glory, that pride,
Upon their pale withdrawn eyes, urging for a little mercy
The torment of words they tried to spell,
The ocean of tears they bared to spill,
The stories of love they practiced to love,
All crawled out like a tremendous torpedo.
In the brightness of that vitreous evening star,
Carrying a mysterious air around,
They, the youth took a deep breath!
That was the end of a township.
No, only the beginning of an odd game,
A playful artist can only win this,
Coz; there should be a sure victory!


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IMAGE

I walked and walked, into the clouds.
Where, I found the silver spirit,
Of emptiness, an eternal colorless tornado
Which rushed towards me like a forbidden lie.
There, I viewed that mysterious face
Staring at me with its piercing eyes.
I felt a thrust in my heart;
Blown out as a half struck thunder,
Upon the dark and wet fields
Where my soul finds peace!
The face was turning blue to red,
With a hidden illness of loneliness and loveless ness
I saw, I felt and touched that face,
And, to my surprise,
It smiled at me weakly.
The fog was devouring its picture,
By erasing that anger,
That furry and that hungry eyes
Urging for a little care and honesty!
‘Mercy’ was the gift, which my expressions gave,
Through the fog, it was vaguely shown
To those eyes; and it gave a sigh of relief;
My pride, my love, my thoughts,
All became a life for that unknown identity.
And in my vision, that redness-
Turned out to be a ‘cool yellow’!
Where, my soul rested in a mild ‘shadow’!


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