Friday, December 28, 2012

R.I.P.

“the tiny crumbs of bread,
were only to mark my trail”, cried
gretel collapsing to the floor

unruffled, they looked hansel in the eye
challenging him to turn against the pack

Friday, December 21, 2012

incognito

how can he let go
the maverick butterflies
he chased
to fractured bottles
when he barely
could walk,
knowing well
they can
only fly that high, that far

how can he let them
prosper in oblivion

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

so he thought

had her skin been as soft as her voice
they'd have played longer

the descendant

her pace
got brisker
towards
the end
each time

his pace
at best
steady

wonder if
she realised
the destination
was the journey

wonder if
he knew
too well

Sunday, December 16, 2012

pillow talk

"is love not a battle fought
between the sheets?", argued
the man

"then ours is a
rapid-fire shootout", remarked
the woman

*and that night they slept
with their backs toward each other*

Friday, December 14, 2012

Play II

it’s not your independence
he is after
never was
it is your inherent nature
of remaining liberated
that frightened him

he backed his
ability to domesticate you
with his kisses and words,
some more words and
the promise of everlasting love
only to be let down
by the brewing fight
within you
of momentary
lust

he finally had no choice
but to strip himself
bare
to the bone

Thursday, December 13, 2012

load. aim. fire. repeat.

her lips curl
upward
as she blinks
at his
fleeting
disregard
for her
existence
and he
barks
about
violently
to shatter
the silence
that followed
the decisive bullet
he shot
a year ago

Thursday, November 15, 2012

animal farm: chapter ix

  i     am on top of
you
you
you   and
you

fall in line, you filthy pig!

*the pig turns his head in slow mo*

if only
this was
the last chapter.

*trumpet call*

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

malice in wonderland

have faith in your warm being
and it shall e x p l o d e into tiny splinters
on the tip of your finger
like a doe in heat

Thursday, November 1, 2012

tip of the tongue

unleash the whip

work harder

it is still inked with
the ounce of blood lost

still a long, long
long way to go

before it is toasted
to satiate the palette
just about right

Friday, September 14, 2012

Monday, September 10, 2012

intimate affair #2

eye                 patch
           
           no         
           se
           
      upper lip
     gun barrel
      lower lip

noise factory

type
type
edit
read
delete
type
edit
read
edit
type
read
delete
type
edit
read
delete
undo delete
edit or send?

the mad hatter

         his head is
       under the hat
   you casually flung
on to the bustling street

Saturday, August 25, 2012

follow me

look up
to the word
word
as the word
word
does not only
define words
but is a
word itself

Friday, August 17, 2012

the chosen one

mobbed by you,
me, her and them
he threw a punch
in their gut and
thundered
“hail me not, for I know
not what I have done”
and the crowd went berserk
with resounding cheer
and applause

Monday, August 13, 2012

into the woods

only with a mind
to shatter the
           did he
eventually scream
silence silence silence
silence silence silence
silence            silence

Thursday, August 9, 2012

pied piper of dumblin

flow with them not
into the lap of tempatation
where the pen slips
slyly between the leaves
in and out, out and in (repeat)
only to spill the ink
and the crowd shall remember you
as the only one who dared
to follow his nose

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

tamed

he tread timidly along her murderous curves,
slipping into the fiery crevice, never to be seen again

Monday, August 6, 2012

high

the whore
wondered why
interested       the
                           man
          wasn’t


          and
    lap
he rather          her
put his head on
rested

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Play..

"relieve
my shadow", pleaded
the man to
his lord
slowly
stretching
out his hand 
to extinguish
the only
lamp still
burning in
the room.

"your sympathy
is irrational", thundered
the lord
cracking a
whip on his
beloved subject's
hand,
fearing
to let go
the sole
endorser of
the game of
existence

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

home

“there is a little part of me I own”, said
the young girl
“why justify”, asked
the boy
“you smirked”, said
the girl
“because I couldn’t, the part you don’t”, said
the man

smoke

i run
around
in circles,
said
the dog,
marking
virgin
spaces

but what
can i
own now?
asked
the dog,
circles,
i said
circles,
circles,
circles,
until
you
disappear

Monday, July 23, 2012

the brewing storm

“do you trust me?”, asked
the woman
“why bother?” retorted
the man
“for I am a figment of your imagination”, said
the woman

Saturday, July 21, 2012

attempt #1

         do
        burn
    her     with
      the   lit
       candle
          or
       smash
     my head
      with the
   candlestick
   that proudly
   embraces it.
   instead,why
   not kill two
    birds with
    one stone

Friday, July 20, 2012

ruthless child

blink and walk
over the blurring lines
of her soul
led by the thoughts
in your head

no strings need
be attached
for they will not
survive the emptiness
of the emotion
tucked away in
the corner of her
naked eye

blink and run
around the boundaries
of her existence
defined by the
spirit that owns you

no strings need
be attached
for even they will not
survive the emptiness
of the emotion
tucked away in
the corner of your
naked eye

blink and kill...

Thursday, July 12, 2012

let it flip

tying the rope around his neck
to the iron pole cemented to the ground
he sat on the edge of his bed
under starry skies
all night

day came and then came night
as he continued to sit there

waiting for his world
to turn upside down

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Old Whore

he ran his hand
over the moist piece of cloth
dressing the cot
as his fingers read
every movement of hers
through the uncanny contours
of the spread
feeling the dents
of her body pressing deeper
with each subsequent thrust
breeding contempt
for she came cheap
had he been there
he would have laughed

Monday, May 28, 2012

Bubbles

A child blows bubbles
dipping a bent wire
in a can of soapy water
and watches them
flow with the wind, unperturbed
about their destination

Along the way
they disappear
conceding to the wind
and people's restless fingers

the two finally left
one tiny, but tight
the other,
big and pretty loose
are the ones that
draw the child's attention
as he waits for them to quench
his quest for life

Pop!

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Doodle Bug

keep an eye on the pencil
as it moves around
on a tiny chit, hastily torn
scratching the surface
in short circular motions
boring the ones
incapable to grasp
the suffocation of spaces, defined
captivating the ones, ridiculously
waiting for it to burn a hole,
or simply fall off the rugged surface

Sunday, May 20, 2012

divine comedy


her toes curl around
in anticipation of his warmth
the beat of his racing pulse
punches holes in her heart
bringing him closer through her eyes
her arms wrapped around
in the rungs of knowing him
a part within her begins to rust
the mirror, on the ceiling, shatters
to multiply his existence
gathering the tiny pieces of him
her lips bleed
as she lets go of her divinity

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Unlearn


Back then, being schooled
I enthusiastically hogged on letters,
Rolled them into words with my tongue,
Swallowed them to form sentences while tripping down my throat,
Till they finally settled down and digested in my stomach.

This, to me they said was growing up.

Now that they say is done,
Am braving indigestion, burping out sentences,
Trying to bite them into words, chew them back in.
So much for trying, I am only puking out letters, not just the ones I had,
Throwing out much more than what I thought I had all these years.

This, to them I say is growing up.


pretty sure the whole concept of mummy kasam came from the egyptians. enna rascala.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

let the head reside on your palms...scratch through the memories that remain