poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Returning, as a Curse of Love, as a Declaration, of a Mark that I now bear, have seen the Darkest of Mornings, On evenings when Time was stuck, in a Loop of Dread, of Blackness, Night Navy Blue and Burnt Orange, Sour on the Tongue, with a Dull aftertaste, a Guest Overstayed, The room always […]
Dear God, Why does my Heart not Stop Burning?The Sun keeps throwing Colour, its Yellow, Reds and Orange burning, Its relishing Heat, Theres a Warfare, and now the Site of the War has been cleared, Its been a few years, a Year, Somehow it’s calmer, But I keep digging Coffins of Memories, Unearthing the Bodies […]
When Truth shows it’s Face, Why do we place a Mask in its Place, As if Flowers to a Vase, Left smelling the scent of Beauty, Where the Burnt once Stood, Ashes parading the Sky, and falling onto my Face, as if Honey was left to drip from its Combs, and I am left Forgetting, […]