Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed

Jun 13

 To— Sweet ADRITA   Time deletes As nobody does Whether it is Nothing  or plus.   Years of memories Gone in seconds Lost in labyrinth Starts and ends.   What is existing Tomorrow’s  past Today’s all dreams Tomorrow’s dust.   Things collected Live in time No more worthy Not a dime.   Time passes by Memory fades We build treasure And time raids.     Md....

I Only Exist in Abstracts

I Only Exist in Abstracts

Jun 08

My preference for materials has been devitalized by the sheer fondness of abstracts. Love, hate, compassion, empathy, sympathy disembarked me on the shore of hope. I travelled through the disordered time where materials were left as debris Or as a tombstone. Nothing more than that.     When I envision abstracts, my feeling gets enhanced my material self erodes away gradually to the...

Graveyard

Graveyard

Jun 08

No one to cry No one to laugh No one to play the bugle No one to place the wreath No one to whisper in the  ears No one to say I love you or hate No one to say welcome or goodbye It’s a graveyard!   June 8, 2015 Smasan, Abha, KSA...

I Fear

I Fear

May 07

I fear They are going to say I am a transgressor Because I write poetry.   I fear They are going to leave me alone In an empty arid place Because I write poetry.   I fear They are going to lock the door From the other side of the hell Because I write poetry.   I fear They are going to burn me With my words on papers Because I write poetry.   I fear I will rewrite every word...

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...