bad day for mad girl

there is nothing

nothing you can keep touching

something you can keep seeing

I hate this

utter complexity bewildering

my fingertips to pain

there is nothing

nothing you can keep lying

and singing oh it is beautiful

you look beyond all hurt

misery groaning tearing

of the body dividing mind

unto pieces you fall into

there is nothing

you can keep thinking

which will make it a dream

within a dream

awake all the time

shining torch on the blindspot

to feel it singe making

its way to core of my soul

A death

she had

angels with brown wings

hovering around

last months

with a

baby inside

and a husband too.

moody and pensive,

my mommy swayed free

i did not eat enough

though i was her baby.

and her husband dragged on.

his wife, he didn't see anymore

or feel; yet the doctor felt it

grow, calm and benign a bigger ball.

when work suffers, do you blame a

woman? you married. no, sufferer.

a day. no other day.

walk to the bathroom

fall. breathe slowly. die.

kill the baby,

hit your head

kill the baby,

till mum and child

are safe inside wrapped

in an amount of universal clothes

of nowhereness near your,

husband and dad.

may be i wanted to come out,

or the world has nothing to miss.

uh, im fine with my mother

just that, extremely cold with the walls

thinning and falling

away to browner earth

which will swallow away

our hearts.