I Am Losing My Appetite for Black

I Am Losing My Appetite for Black

Apr 19

I am losing my appetite for black because some black is black in outside peel and inside pulp. My tongue pleaded many a times but I didn’t pay heed because of its sheer fruitity. I respect fruitity of every fruit of the world of my taste or off my taste. But now some fruits plucking my taste buds alive or burning my taste buds with acrimonious acridity. Now my tongue revolts as the stomach...

Out of the Zone

Out of the Zone

Apr 15

I was lying resting my head on the comfort zone Suddenly something came in So powerful, unflinching, and unbending. It grabbed my hand, dragged me to the last Of my neatly woven seven spheres. It knocked on my flickering consciousness Asked me to see and feel the things happening outside the zone. My reluctant self craved for nothing but carefully built comfort I refused to intervene, say or...

Bombs and Booms

Bombs and Booms

Mar 29

We requested them to come to the table. No response. But then bombs and booms.   We beseeched them to discuss. No response. But then bombs and booms.   We entreated them to talk. No response. But then bombs and booms.   We implored them to have words. No response. But then bombs and booms.   Words lost its luster. Only bombs and booms are understood. Should we recourse to the...

Beneath The Skin

Beneath The Skin

Feb 23

Beneath the skin There is always a soul. Colorless. But we don’t get that All the time. Pointless.   Beneath the skin There is always a spirit. Twinkling. But we don’t see it All the time. Oozing.   Beneath the skin There is always a man. Lovable. But we don’t sense it All the time. Insensible.   23 February 2015 KKU, Gregor, KSA...

Wedge

Wedge

Feb 03

Do you want to see a stable life staggering? Just take out a wedge form a blissful moment of life and feel the tremor that will run through vein in sweet sour pain. Life stands on wedges One on One; One on One; One on One… Wedges are neutral, colorless, odorless things that we earn carefully but lose in careless moments One after Another; One after Another; One after Another…   Life stands...

Never Free Freedom

Never Free Freedom

Jan 20

The word ‘Freedom’ rings into the ears as if someone’s playing the richest cord on an instrument  from heaven. I could hear it but can’t bear the onus it brings forth. Freedom isn’t an endured song; it’s a burden on the soul, a multi-tier game played by the world crooks. Freedom never frees without pennies or gains Freedom never rings free into the ears from heaven.   20 January 2015...

Black Silence White Chaos

Black Silence White Chaos

Jan 11

Can black silence be translated with white chaos? White accent  passes through its scarlet  vacuum Leaving no pure space for the black silence. White chaos is killing bit by bit the lovely sensible black silence With its evasive  arsenic accent. White is white in the world of  white’s sycophants Where black silence is a burden of  white accent.     11 January 2015 KKU, Gregor, KSA...

State of Emergency

State of Emergency

Dec 29

Every day is in a state of emergency now Curiously! Previous carefree moments don’t come again Carelessly! All the time a constant vigilance is demanded Carefully! Hundreds of dos and don’ts crawl into my  every day routine Cunningly! Now the sun shines on two of us doubling the smiles or sadness Randomly ! Lists of chores, charity, and chattel are getting multiplied Steadily! Every day my...