Pride of A Flower Wreath

Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion Oblivious stood erected in disdain  Persian turquoise, Indian indigo… You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride Relishing my pristine appearance, while Scorning others, self gloating was my sin Sure of my fate, to be embellished at  reception decor …

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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 …

An Ordinary Beauty

Today once again in A celebration of a beauty So ordinary, blew me a candle  Ordered a velvet cake  Smeared some face paint Painted lips red  Put on those choo heels  And performed ablutions to Medusa The goddess of our kinds  Hollowed eyes, sunken cheeks  Frizzy hair, flabby flesh  Sagging bosom, plunging neck  Echoing an …

Happy moments

I don’t really cry never kneel or made many pleas When days are tough, I don’t think twice I just wear my highest heels 👠, and knock them thrice Apply my favorite Red  💄 lipstick and pat it nice Pour myself the maturest Wine 🍷 and it is so much peace Just seize some happy moments …

No Desire Is Mightier

I know not… Was it a dream or a drowsy opiate slumber? As I stood on a tortured sea-shore and cast my eye on the swollen waves passionately  kissing my naked feet making love to me with a brutish force taking me in its azure vinyl embrace slowly grasping my flaming flesh with a fiery …

Cacophony Of Sounds

Silence fills you like nothing else a need, an addiction a compulsion Let the seconds, minutes, hours  be infused with-quietness  draw the blinds of heart rejoice in tranquility of poise contractions stillness of fleeting moments freeze the much pervasive solitude  pause the endless cacophony  of incoherent sounds, of million thoughts.  Let our hearts become the …

The Prophet

Met a wise man once, Not a chiseled, silver beard monk, But a weathered limping man. A prophet he started to narrate a tale, Not a saga of god and ablutions Nor sordid scripture of poverty around Standing majestic on the banks of holy river He whispered softly in my ears listen to the melody …

But I Am Happy

In all my innocence, I thought you will listen gently to the beats of my heart, I cried and howled as I was alone and scared I knew we both spoke different languages but still put my trust because I yearned to speak and liberate myself from the fear and the million different voices in …

An Open Kitchen

The majestic oak trees just shed some woods the lush baby spinach leaves oozing out of hoods. In the large pristine green pastures equally growing, the youthful wild umbrella mushrooms wooing  and with the raw Ramona tomatoes in my sight  I am sure that my stew is going to be really bright.  While preparing stew in …

Old Oak Tree

From my heart extends  the dark dry branches, trying to ooze their thin heads out, longing to embrace the old oak tree standing alone. Patiently waiting for the winds of autumn to strip him naked, before he goes for a long hibernation in the silvery snow flakes. The branches of my heart eager to  coil around his …