Our Sufferings

What draws us to suffering I can not say, can it be that our miseries stand staunch by our sides while happiness is always in the cruelest form?   For our joys are a mere mirage, shiny hallucinations from the distant, sparkling optical illusions when the rays of sun descends.   And when we look …

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Wounded

I don’t carry with me golden strings of pompous words, nor an embroidery of the  embellished locutions for  what I carry in me is a bleeding heart from where words gush out a greenish pus from decomposing wounds forever in loop for they never heal, as my brain keep playing the same slapstick movie again and …

No Land For Women

Yes my right boob is bigger than the left and there is something going between my thighs You see Mr. I breath from there… But then don’t you breath from hole too?   I’ve been scared walking on the ancient silk routes, always  covered in dark veil stalked by the hawk eyes, conscious of my timid …

When I Die

When I die, do not cremate me lets not erect massive tombs or embellish any symbols, Let nature take its course.   No one will weep or mourn Just abandon my body on The Towers of Silence of ancient Zoroastrians followers of Ahura Muzda.   Scavengers will nibble, maggots will feast, worms will build their abode …

Mamma (Mother)

(This poem is a tribute to my mamma ( as I call her) for being an amazing mother, for raising two children single, working hard to put food in our hungry bellies, for loving us so much, for setting us free and fad away)   Carried in warm waters of her womb for 280 days …

The Man

Conceived in the womb of rustic Earth, in cradles of cemented cobbled streets. Sculpted body arched cuts carved out pangs of hunger,  an old man who was never there, hollow eyes searching in rubble and dust to foresee a clueless future, bulging muscles fed on charades of abuses, molded of violated sexuality on menacing highways …

Snobbish Indifference

Stolen glances  missing beats  those translucent moments, porous  breaths evaporated  in cheap sooty puffs  of gas-station cigarettes, lungs  choked of highway psychedelics, motel caffeine to measure vaccant hours of  your casual neglect,  I measure from puff to puff, smoke to smoke and make most of those empty hours, all while gazing at your  sinful lips, marveling the …

Fangs of Sadness

Like a seizure sadness took hold of my withered heart a brutal blow , frenzied  it leapt, spat it’s venom  in tubular veins to merge with red liquids, now in possession of every fold of the body,  even when joyous  petals touche my cheek, love birds suckle on heavenly nectars, or naked rain drops take me in …

Prophecy

Cups of sooty coffee criss-cross darkening  stains on Chinese porcelain,  echoing a prophecy  of a Turkish soothsayer,  a destiny embossed on  those parched cracks  between the folds of  the mandarin  cup, a topaz vision, may be a hallucination  or myriad psychedelics at work a Bedouin  on a caravan gilding on golden  dunes,  a nomadic predicament  a home neither …

Souls Die Young

A ruby heart which snapped and fell apart in  two as it couldn’t hold the jolts of  young lovers gone sour. Those translucent  blue veins where once ran the streams of ancient Nile and Ganges freely like the fountains of voluptuous youth, Those courses now run parched and wasted.  On whose rocky banks civilizations of prosperity  thrived like transient …