Valentine's Blocks

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives

For these and other lies

I plead the fifth 

Robbed out of time

To author my peace

Held in pieces

Where you, stole my soul.

But in front of the crowd

I wear an independent apron

Cooking my tale

Hoping never to step on my tail

As I serve a perfect tell

Astonishing those who know.

Without cause for honor

Biting paint in secret

Dancing naked on the canvas

Bleeding art in agony

Stealing glances at you

Hoping to heal at every sighting

Yet! Sinking deeper and deeper.

Calling the clock a fool

I cloak my thoughts

Beseeching a perfect veil

Tear my lies upon

And whip my unspoken declarations

Fixated on your hand to jump a broom

Into forever.

Life Gamble

Photo by Pranavsinh suratia:

All in the name of being a man

We tear down walls of emotions

Mastering the courage not to let a teardrop

Yet troubled with a lot.

All in the name of being a man

We build our house of cards in a lie

Telling all of a strongman we are

Yet in darkness, we tear apart.

All in the name of being a man

We celebrate our tears in silence

Mastering no courage to speak our truth

To the extent, that the nails of pain crucify us in silence.

All in the name of being a man

When we speak of our thorns

They call us for not being a man

Hypering our struggles, to be a behind-curtains thing

That when the curtains open

Only sunshine is allowed to remain

Yet our souls bounce among the graveyard.

Thorny Cherries 🍒

 

as I bag my tears ready to roll

stuck between a line that bleeds emotions in public

Having torn a fabric of joy

in a notion of not to care

yet with a stack of care.

she awakened her soul in torment

pulling piles of make-up

begging veil my heart

having painted thorns over it

& streamed a nail show.

she still had a vice over me

shuttered to speak clear

bad intentions infused

her voice still murders my joy

intoxicating my thoughts with a need to caress her.

Veins of Art

Photo by Gift Mutsonziwa

To those of us who splash words on paper

Who fears the stroke of the brush

As they paint what we hide & fear the most

Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.

Before the world devours our soul

Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct

That keep chasing after our smiles

Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.

So, we stand disallowed 

Scrubbing fear on canvas

Just to resale our grief

Molded into a rainbow bowtie

Excogitated to mean well.

Fairy's Bow

I hope these whispers in my head stop.

Rapidly crushing

She held my tongue in a vice

Pulling the strings to a cupid's bow 🏹

But her aim🎯 is far from my heart❤️.

Petal plucking played

She hears my voice in a dilemma

Calling and un-calling shots

Drunken on enchanting rum

She pours unceasingly.

Trouble tumbling thoughts

Charmed to the fairy's flute

My feet crush at her heels

Seeking to quench the blazing char

Plastered upon my throat.

Trance Shoes 👟 👟

I gotta a story for you

Hope you won't break

When the ink starts dripping from my fingers

As my thoughts collude with the moon

To bring the best

Out of the muse,

you've been in my diurnal reverie

Dashing into my soul into drey nesting

Held at infancy hello.

You drenched my soul

To forbidden fairytale sip

Dressing my thoughts

To a wedding buffet

Robbing my reason

To a chaotic collision

Drowning my light

In an ignition bid

From a snap of your embrace.

Delirium Bower

I...

I gotta ask you

How do you do it?

As every time, you leave me hanging

Chasing a tale I fear to tell

Even when the ink has already told the tale

I cut myself to speak of it again

thoughts brindled with words unsaid.

Yet I...

I gotta ask again

How am I?

A shade upon your canvas

Left in a delirium cause of delight

Divided upon penning wisdom Devine

Right into corridors of fear correction

Sacred scared to pin divinity,

onto your written consent.

Where I...

I gotta ask you again

Why do you draw all my elements to shame?

shading tears hoping the rain to cover the pain

Yet heart reigned upon a pleading chase

Checkmated with fading pleasure chess

Guilt filtered with begging sorrow sorry's

Unhinged to your tongue bitter pleasures.

Where I...

I gotta ask again

Before the bower of guilt, consumes me whole again

Why do you..?

always have a hold on me

Choking the very existence,

of my innocent thoughts into debt.

polluting my mind into whispering all shades of dirt

Yet denying me, a chance to shade your canvas.

Stained Reflections

In the jaws of hell,

Sliding into oblivion,

Seeking salvation from empty pubs,

Bottles preaching blissful truth,

Yet in sad letters, we deliver our sermon.

Blurred by unknown elements,

Sipped in frowning tears,

We sought doors of happiness,

Rat-infested in winding courts of opinions,

Misstepping joyous creation,

Soaked in waning hope,

Memories haunting,

We fold to the idea of the sun.

Petals drenched,

We dug out our purpose in affection,

Dancing upon the sheets of unmerciful innocence,

Screams held by the heavens' curse,

Sin bound in unspoken fantasy.

Fading whelps shouting in corridors,

Panting truth shades imprinted on bed lamps,

Bloodstained in deeds of angels,

Fallen in marital bliss yearning.