On the wall

On the wall

There I was sitting, brooding

Of something I cannot recall

Perhaps a real friend, or an imaginary foe

Had occupied my temple, which was already enlivened

With the bells swung by my myriad thoughts

Unheard amidst the chatter of many a bugs and insects

that alarm the creatures of the night,

Perhaps about the rain about to fall;

When my eyes caught a lizard on the wall straight in front of me

A brown reptile with euphoric freckles inscribed on its skin, by nature

Stuck on the fading hue of the yellow wallpaper of a waterfall,

Stagnant as a statue or a Turner on the wall;

And when my vision kissed its eyes

It witnessed a dreamy glimmer that suggested

that of a witch’s, possessed by her master

And for a moment, sent a shudder through my weakened spine

I assumed that that look was not for me, but someone else

And soon found my assumptions true;

When it let out its tongue and grabbed an insect

that too was stuck to the wall

Perhaps it had come to warm itself from the cold outside,

Relieve itself from the chitter chatter of its kin,

the nearest and the dearest

or, maybe, seeking avoidance from an instant as that befell on it,


And the lizard moved again, through the waterfall and vanished

Into the darkness of an ancient crevice, in the corner of the wooden ceiling

As do ghosts thin to invisible vapors, leaving behind no trace

And my attention returned back to the temple

To find that the friend or foe too had departed

With the insect on the wall

and I moved on to the netherworld,

with all my blood lost from the veins I had slashed;

And a silence, scared and stark, as that of a cemetery

had taken its place

In the temple halls.


Wounded tongue

They have hurt my tongue so much

That now it is scared to speak


And my mouth resists from opening

Embarrassed, that the scabs and the wounds might show

That I can still taste on my tongue,

which avoids speaking anymore


For it might not speak at all

But bleed, in the color they would not understand;


And yet my mind, reckless

Ego-centric, and proud

Will not keep from birthing thoughts,


That like the beasts of the wilderness

Purge from their caves, burrows, and nests

to chase and hunt their prey,


In the form of ink

Will poison hearts and souls, as they feed on them,

with vicious serenity.




Beautiful for you

I know I am beautiful.

Haven’t you ever looked at my profile picture?

You ignorant fool!

Haven’t you seen my beautiful eyes?

The curvy lashes blackened with mascara

and the blue lenses that hide the blackness in my eyes,

My powdered cheeks and my delicate nose

I just got it done up,

“a little push upwards would make it glamorous”

my doctor had said,

and the story of my rosy lips is famous all over the world

Can’t you see the natural pout I have got?

I am beautiful you know,

the most beautiful girl in the world.

And how is my body?

the silicon pride with which my breasts are puffed

Isn’t the cleavage grand?

I know you like looking at them

that is why I got them

and my nearing zero size hips

I have starved enough to get them,

and what about my tight, round ass

don’t you admire the curve?

when I move in my Zara pants

and my feet, well I haven’t done anything with my feet

I left them natural and the heels do the trick.

Then I have filtered all the imperfections left

thanks to the camera in my smartphone

to elevate my beauty, to make known

as I once knew, that I am beautiful

and I am beautiful now,

I am beautiful for you.







These Eyes

These eyes, they have seen a lot

all there was to see,

and all there was not

blood on woman’s faces

tears in men’s eyes,

the incessant silence of life

the ceaseless screams that follow death.


These eyes have seen,

lost lovers and betrayed friends

roads without ends

rescue boats and fighter jets

desolate mountains and captured coasts

virtue sold for banknotes

and broken heart melt on a broken bench.


These eyes, they have seen

fools ruling over fools,

blown up tête-à-têtes

and truths buried in secrecy

bags of happiness thrown over piles of miseries

sleep choked in the grasp of reveries

witnessed only by the lonely, noctilucent clouds

who told the stories of earth’s pain to stars deaf.


These eyes, they have seen

Foolish saints and clever nuns

mass murders in the name of religion

forgotten disasters and tenacious fashion trends

the cage that this life can be

waiting for rest in death’s extent.
















I keep myself away

I resist the company of myself

for my thoughts poison my being


but I resist the company of others

because they begin to relinquish my existence

in all the moments I am with them

from the face of this earth

and make me a device of their own

Oblivious to the fact that they are ignorant

and their assumptions about me

reflects their thoughts, their ideas,

their existence

and hence, I keep myself away

to save my existence from being consumed by someone else’s.

Yet I dare not blame them too

for they are what they are and

I respect what I am,

and to keep them from doubts

and myself from misery

I keep myself away.

Hello! I am Fine



They call me every day

My mother, my father

My friends and sometimes, even my foes;


They want to check on me

they say,

They want to know what I am up to?


But when I answer their calls

I do not know what to say

I have nothing to talk about


And when they ask me

How am I doing,

I often tell the truth and sometimes I lie


But the answer is always the same

I tell that I am fine.