As the tongue invades in the mouth,
The body begins to gleam,
The heat invades further into completion
And parts of the body redden:
The lips, the back, the nipples.
It’s a blossoming of the wound,
The kneading of the ache,
The feeling of the pulse
Throbbing in parts mostly dormant.
The hand grips the back of the neck,
The pounding reaches the ears;
And when the kaleidoscope erupts,
The world is extinguished.
Tag: Worlds
You Will Know
You hurt me by remembering,
Remembering, when you need me,
Forgetting, when I am alone
And sad and so life-weary.
You hurt me by asking favours,
When a hello would mean concern,
Sometime yesterday, when I had
Testing life lessons to unlearn.
You hurt me by being a part
Of worlds I never got to see,
You do not get to pity me
You can’t ask if I am lonely.
You do not understand now
What life will definitely show,
When it corrodes and torments you,
Then, then you will know.
Worlds
where has the world swung
vanished quietly
into the cold outside
and inside
voices speak to yesterday
and wonder why
feelings hear tomorrow
yet refuse to die
the world seems to appear
a gaping wound
surrounded by gore
of all the years
a large yo yo
dangling
from a white beard
unwashed and tangled
another world swings in
on gollum’s hair
reeking of fish
and heat
it hits the wound
and rebounds
was that world real
or is this one?
6:40am
21st sept, ’11
Hearts Still Care 