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Cold of the breeze,
Black of the night,
Solitude of the Recluse.


Rituals Of Infanticide

Even as our faculty to learn triggers us to forget,
We keep on educating ourselves till we forget all.
We sink deeper to kill the undying inquisitiveness
But in the meantime we realize it’s our time to die.
We fritter our existence on doubts and uncertainties,
Yet effort to redefine, what is by default
Sustains the semblance of lucidity,
And grants us the basis to live.
Or so it seems.

Through our perplexed wits and blunt vision
We relate to reality and discover imagination.
We swap inquisitiveness with this new amusement
And in the midst of disfigured reality we grow old.
Subconsciously we remain to be a dreamer
Until soon we find ourselves sacrificing thoughts,
As the gruesome terrain of boredom
That unfurls till infinity,
Begins to consume us all.

Entropy keeps pouring the deluge of insults
And this furious river drifts us quicker to the fall.
Anonymous impressions of the past stay on-board,
Among the blazed memories of a deceased infancy,
And all these unprovoked rituals of infanticide
Keeps us unavailable till our day of reckoning.
But even then in the end, like any other time,
Reluctantly all of us remain
To be empty within.


Through the slow motion
Drizzle the faint heartbeat
Like subliminal fear of death
Frightening anticipation
From past visibility
Zooms into the gloom
Surrounds restless mind
Searching from the eyes
That do not function
Frail and wingless
And useless
Alone and marooned
Hung in the middle
Like half of the verse
Washed off under the rain
Tessellated thoughts fade
Out a puzzle unsolved
The last love made
The wordless poetry
The blood stained linen
And fades in back again
The time paused forever
Unshackled from the space
Will remember the life
That’s never been lived
Unknown is the motive
That killed the conjoined
Mirror images that struggled
For the separation
No angst for the severed
Pair of broken wings
No place was ever there
To fly away from here
Trapped eternally within
In the continuous
Flow of the decay
The present kills
The present forever

The Suffocated

Unbound and unstable
She drifts
In the void
Constant horrid smile
On her pale face
Dormant and naked
Ash white skin
Her black
See-through negligee
Defying gravity
Sparkling vivid
In the grey
Thick smog
Haze of stagnant water
Over the stony
Dark eyes
She is frozen
As dead
Still the chapped lips
But only a muffled groan
Seeps out
Sustains for long
And fades to silence
The groan
Of immaculate rapture
An agony
An aural
Confused and dazed
I wake into the reality
It’s no different
To my dreams
And monophonic
Her absence
Binding to my life
I’m never alone
In my obstinate
Sins I committed
Disallow me to stay
Alive before my death
Like an escapist
But In the end
I kill the pain
Like before
My Apologies
By the condensed
Hallucinatory smoke
Stoned I remain
Till I succumb to sleep
Mind unwavering
Remain suffocated
I hear that same groan
Again and again
Again and again
I see the same dream
Blurring the difference
Between the reality
And the dream
And monophonic


With incisors
He scrapes
The fossils
Of antique filth
She frantically giggles
And wiggles her toe
For it tickles

Till eye-bleeding
He imprisons
Her scent
Flirting modesty
Conceals her sweat
Pouring nudity

Sweltering tongue
And stings her skin
By a thermic lance
She shudders

Her luscious gash
Under his spell
He snuggles to her
Like an infant
And she mothers him

He drinks her wholly
In a daze to slake
His perpetual thirst
Of pearls alone
Do not satiate his ego

He is a monster
And his evil
Is to devour
Her live flesh
She is a monster
Who inventively
Starves him to death

Of this cannibalism
Is what they live for
An absolute
Moment is all
They crave for

Not together
Each waking
Moment behind
The sealed eyes
They copulate
In frenzy