Workmen of words

The tools of this language;
they are so robotically finite,
yet the work they do,
can elicit humanly infinite emotions


Unwing Me.

While I fly above the earth, Catch me by my wings, Take me back to the prison, And not let me see all of the things. Justify to me, Tell me please, Those skies are not right, Those wings are a disease. Cut my wings with  sharp words, Your little knife is too little to…

Empty Cylinders Of Dust

They are all empty cylinders of dust Weightless, with no souls of their own They won’t peep into eternity They’d all die in disgust of just the happy present Or just in the one good moment they dream of! Withered creatures, all of them! They are so blinded, empty eyed, Empty head, empty futures and…


How beautifully he upsets me All he does is not look at me Even once Not ever a mistake he does… His eyes that glimmer with darkness Are so deep Like the unseen mystery in an abyss… I implore Hard, unceasingly… I tell him See me once, one moment only Notice how I crave your…

Distant Inmate

Mask that spread cheer for all
Mask that blurred her purpose
So long as the mask stays put
She remains a distant inmate
Never too far, but never seen close.


Insanity gallops in my mind The loneliness echoes in the corner of my heart The terrible longing to fit in Blows me into smithereens and parts. My confidence feels awkward My dreams are amusingly acclaimed I semi-experience emancipation That’s dreaded with delusions, unnamed. I run like a deranged beast Surviving raw wounds that they cause…


I promised you no pain I’d cause, Yet tears looked so attractive on your face. I swore your love was all I needed. You trusted me with your heart, your mistake. Your dresses tattered like your soul, Being battered by surprise in my eyes. How sweet that you once loved me, child. But betrayal, my…


With pavement under my numbed feet, I remind myself of the times when you labelled me weak. Oh, I never forgot your cold words, for they inspired me to change me, alot. Do you see the scars I bear now? they were cracks through which the light flowed. I have preserved them from ages now,…