Stay


Stay! I haven’t said this to a lot of people

But whenever I said it, I ended up hurt

And all that stayed was the hurt

Until my eyes turned red

And my heart turned blue.

Stay! I now say these to my tears

Even they don’t listen

My only refugee is these dark rooms

They abandon me too when they find me toxic, when they want light.

Stay! I love you

Stay! I don’t

Stay! Don’t leave me

Stay! Please.

This is pretty sad, now close your eyes or leave.

I’m done asking for people to stay

Please leave.

Now don’t send me messages

Asking me to be positive,

Or saying that I’m selling agony,

I am not a merchant,

Well if I was I would have sold my dreams

Not my pain.

Now please don’t come asking me for help

Telling me that you love someone

I know that ain’t me

I’m never enough, I’ve heard this a lot.

I know I know, just close your mouth

I may not be beautiful, but I haven’t sold my self respect yet.

Like I said, I’m done asking people to stay,

Those who want to stay, will stay

Even if you ask or not

Those who want to love, will love

Even if you ask or not.

And the only person you want

To stay for you is you,

So you stay put with yourself.

And remember you’re beautiful

Just tell him to get lost.


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I glow


It blooms like a cut
In all its transient purple rigidity
And I lift my right foot
To see that my soul is hiding there
Away from the dark sores underneath my heart
Which takes up the place for my soul to reside.
My heart in my body
Like dandelion on fire
My eyes in it’s socket
Like sailor lost at sea.
I am disoriented
Like a bulb without tungsten
And yet I glow, glow in my face
Burning the left over oxygen
Consuming the last of my living breath.
My skin a sun kissed parchment
My body a used carboard box
I am a miracle in all its paper glory
My tangent cut square face
And a papier mache smile.
All a miracle in royal blue ink
And in all its paper glory.
I glow, glow in my face
Disoriented and with all it’s purple rigidity.


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Tell me


My mouth opens

Only to say death chants.

Death resides in each and

Every corner of the cinder blocks

Thats used to build this

Tomb in which I resides.

Hairs fall upon my facial skin

Like sheets of ice glass on

Delicate earth covering the

Chasm to it’s heart.

I breathe in to, let the demons out

Each sigh leavese like a scream

Slowly but with a mighty echo in caves.

My pupils are dilated

I am sick, sick of the salt touches

On my wrist and the licking of sweet honey

From my chins.

There is something hiding in

These cement corners and

I blindly slip and falls on top

Of each poems but they never

Leads me to a kill.

The cuckoos they call out my name

After sunsets but I don’t know

Where they are, it’s darkness

It’s darkness outside like

The dark hair of a maiden

Who appears to be in love.

Like that of a dark eyes of

A sailor who’s eyes enlarges at

The sight of a tsunami approaching.

Now, take my hand and

Kiss my nails

Smell the blood on my wrist

Place a block of ice on my lips

Tell me it will be alright.

I slipped and fell on a poem,

But it leads me not to a kill.

Tell me it’s alright

Tell me I’m safe.


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Body of painting


Van Gogh’s painting that I stole from the museum

Is stuck in my throat

As it’s colors are flooding my eyes

Melting my face .

Windows painted in yellow

The lamps are spreading it’s light inside the house

Yet there are no shadows of children

Dancing to the music of their father,

Is visible through that yellow eyes of the house.

Are those house sad

I asked my lover

He grabbed hold of my hand and

Bit all of my fingers

One by one

Some of them bled while the others not

Then he asked me

Write poetry with those and frame them as it is

In their written form

And someone might once ask her lover

Seeing those words, those blood stains

Was she sad when she wrote this?

And her lover might just kiss her to tell her

It doesn’t matter anymore.

It doesn’t matter anymore!

I’ve heard someone say that

Artists are mad men who isolate themselves

Scarifies things no one cares about

And call themselves the forgotten ones.

Van Gogh cut his ears off for his art

My mother grabbed hold of my hands

Much firmer than how my lover held

And asked what are you going to do

I knew she was trying to say, don’t cut your wrist.

Depression may not be a painting

But it is black water to marble something on.

I’ve forgotten the difference between sunrises and sunsets now and

I just float at the end of the sea

My skin exposed and the crimson sun

Coloring each of my skin cells, in red, blue, yellow, Orange and purple too sometimes.

While I mumur to the sea in a dead tone

que mon corps soit un tableau

Let my body be a painting.

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Forgiveness is God


Mamma told me once
That forgiveness is God.
God repayed our debt
Forgave our sins and
His wounds are evidences to that.
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The temple of the man
Who we are debted to,
God left that heart many years back.
Mamma can’t repay the debt she took
So that I’d be cured of cholera.
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Mamma breaks her bones to pay
When she runs short of rupay
She tried to pay him off with,
Tears and ash, otherwise
His hands will impart marks on mine.
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I pushed my sister off from swing
In distress of the smoke at home.
She fell on knees, broke her skin
Bled in red, teared in eye
Yet mumbled not a word, just pitiful eyes.
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In the height of remorse, I said my sorry
With a smile she then said,
Just kiss my wound, I forgive you.
No blood stained my lips as I kissed
Later we oiled the cut and I saw God in her.
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At home I’ve seen Mamma burning in fire
And at road I’ve seen Mamma burning in sun.
Her rosy hands and pinkish cheeks
Now grey like ash and hard like coal.
Still her heart do smell of roses and ghee.
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There is God in Mamma
She pays debt so that I may escape death.
Incurs wounds in both hands and knees
And forgives my childish miseries.
There is God in Mamma, now I see
I should also be in God and forgiving, I shall also be.


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The Walk


I walked again today,

I walked but I’m still here.

I walked again today,

But I’ve reached nowhere.

But I did feel the shine,

Of the sun in my face.

Therefore I shall not whine,

But maybe fasten my pace.

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I walked whole day today

And I saw some flowers shake.

I walked whole day today

And my foot ache.

But I’ll worry not

For it’s just May,

And hence I’ve got

A few more journeys to make.

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I walked again today,

I’ll walk tomorrow as well.

It will be a brand new day,

I’ll wake up when I hear the bell.

Then I’ll put on my shoe

And I’ll walk all day.

Until my feet turn blue

I shall not stray

And no further delay

I’ll walk, I’ll walk again

Until I reach my place.


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Tiny tales – Satisfaction

Something cute for Sunday. 😉

The Realist

She : I think something is wrong with me!!
He : Something? There are a lot of things wrong with you. Which one are you concerned about right now?
She : (blank stare)
He : Ha ha!!! Okay tell me what is bothering you.
She : I cannot sleep at night. I think I am insomniac.
He : Have you considered possibilities like being in love or sleeping like a panda in the day??
She : Yes. I saw it coming. I am not in love neither do I sleep in the day. I really can’t stop thinking at night. There is so much going on in my mind. Everything seems like blasting off in my mind.
He : You lack something.
She : What?
He : Satisfaction.
She : (Again a blank stare)
He : Okay. Before you kill me let me explain it to you. Most people…

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