Poison Sea

I suffer this disease,

Of ‘lost-love’,

Multiplying Images,

Of demolished castles,

Collide and crash,

In emptiness and absence,

Blasting each life cell,

In the aching body

That walks alone…

Towards the starless sky,

That’s lost like a corpse,

In the waterless ocean,

In the void –

Each second dies,

Like a falling star,

To the ground,

Like falling tear drop.

This pain lives forever,

This wound isn’t old,

This love becomes strange,

Each moment I die,

With anguish for the lost-love.

I stand here,

Drenched in raining pain,

In remembrance,

In wait,

I kill myself infinite times,

With dagger of your image,

I masturbate in tears,

Till my bed sink and float,

In blood and tears,

Mixed like lust and love.

Like pain and words,

I suffocate tremendously,

In Loneliness and Love,

This night I stare,

At the vast sky,

Wondering if u were der,

Unreachable to love.

Death and Me.

Bless me with love,

Not to love is ‘death’,

But, to love is also ‘death’.

So, I drag myself close in bed,

As my prayers shower back,

Like the ruins of greatest empires.

When war is the condition,

When silence is the fruit,

When ‘love’ becomes an out-caste,

Life attains its meaning in death.

So, I longed endlessly for its touch.

My suffering began to flourish – in ‘death’.

Death sleeps beside me each night,

So intimate and so close lover,

I suck its breasts in pain,

I discover infinite orgasms,

In floating tears…flowing,

This death becomes one with me,

Deep inside of me, I discover…

Love, “Death’ is your other name!”

God, ‘death’ is your precious blessing!

Body

My body suffers with pseudo stigma of the physical.

Why didn’t God let my breast grow inwards?

So that u cud drive into me and caress from within,

The fruits of passion ; Tender and Juicy.

The inseparable curves of my unending desire!

So, I turned inside out - In love, with love, by love.

To let you reach my inner fruits those are,

Internally hidden for an eternal touch.

I waited tirelessly; I am still waiting unclothed ---
Peel of my skin! Chop off my breasts! as i retrieve to death,  

Not knowing how to turn outside-in again!

Good Bye Love!

This love,

Never ends.

Living to die again,

Healing to wound again,

It exists in remembrance,

It dies in forgetfulness.

To tear apart,

To bring closer.

This evening,

I scribble a thousand words,

In your absent presence.

As you strangle my love,

For reasons and results,

In hesitation and doubt,

I die a second time,

In your silence.

Cremate

I try to forget love,

I try to forget pain,

I try to forget tears,

As the massive tides chase,

Quick to devour Life…!

I run away,

From the memories,

Haunting painfully,

In loneliness, In silence.

In absence.

I dare not to search,

The lost heart,

The vanished magic,

In the wounded ocean,

Of my endless tear drop!

As I forget you, I forget love.

As I forget love, I forget life.

As I forget life, I forget myself!

As I forget myself, I forget to write…

So this poem ends - burning alive !

- In remembrance of the Dead Love.