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
Wednesday, October 6
Friday, October 1
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.
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