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 …
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 …
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, 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 …
(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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …