Crucify Me With Chopped Breasts ...

Crucify me with chopped breasts,

Peel off my youthful feminine skins,

Hang me to death; hang me to the trees of fertility,

For Am cursed with femininity –

Thousand jezebels stand in wait - Masturbating,

On the Day of Judgment,

With pots of stored blood and tears on their heads,

To break it on the messiah’s pure feet –

Castrate the early virgins soon, before they mature,

For no daughter can reproduce in pain and lust,

The mutilated widows are hidden,

Under the dark blankets, in the masculine darkness –

Blessed is the city that’s ruled by bisexual bastards,

The emasculated paradise on earth,

Infinite screams of women- ness buried,

Beneath the soils of “human” sex –

The Crush Box !

Crushed,

Into this square demon box called “culture”,

Smothering my vastness,

You compress the oceans to fit into that tiny box,

Lying motionlessly and lifelessly on your working desk,

And stuff the skies carelessly into such a distorted container,

That has no eyes and ears, forever a dead box,

Am being shrunken into incessant - ness of wound!

Crushed again,

When you disconnected me from my planet,

And thrown me into a condensed prison called “life”,

This never did let me breath time and verse,

So, I continually vomit the nauseating homesickness!

When you locked me in that darkness,

I screamed out for an escape, for a touch and a move,

The abrasions of fear bleeding in my eyes!

Crushed forever,

When am buried alive underneath the human “love”,

That rolls like a dice – Uncertain,

Uncertainty led to horrifying nightmares,

So, I waited…. am waiting….

For death to touch me,

And unlock my cursed existence from that paroxysm box,

So that I can fly away from the clutch of the human hand!

I Dissolve

Abstruse I found this moment,
While am slipping from a flying charm,
that sailed into infinite dimensions,
I lapsed into bitter reality,
Found the mirror reflections of “love”
Empty and nonexistent- it’s bleeding!
So, I closed my eyes to dream,
Of that celestial charm –Love,
I fly away from gravity,
Towards the Utopian sanctuary,
And, that’s where I belong,
It’s the real home and the real space,
Into which the dendrites of my nerve cells creep,
The paradise of power and life!
I fear to close my eyes,
Lest, I may shatter the divine vision,
I breathe and wait,
To let this lapse pass and death loom over!