Bear with my bareness

I would someday

Tie one end of my

Suicide rope

To God’s heart

In heaven     

And

Hang myself

Stark naked

On the other end.

My Scattered God

God is a storm,

brewing my heart

for countless whelms.

God is a vagina,

spurting the love

in more silence.

God is a teardrop,

gushing in pain

that unfetters.

God is never,

a still slaughter

in a sole image.

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!

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 –

Delete

She sinks.
drenching in the untimely rain
the silent disaster smiles at her
She’s cold and dark,
uncovered.
Drowning secretly within
the outcast virgin
stands still,
wet and absorbed,
she floods in me.

I feel suffocated,
buried beneath the absent soil
the unspoken stories and the unheard cries
are thrown into the ancient sea,
erased.
I conceive darkness
I am the spotless pregnant
The flooding womb wakes up
finds the doors shut,
I sink in you!

Pause...

I pause,
The night seem like a dark wave,
Silence floats on the surface, but roaring beneath,
With conceived secret truths!
I feel composed,
Revolving around the inceptions,
I am the pregnant planet -The spherical womb,
Rolling like a ball into the space!
Colliding with emptiness, I broke,
The pieces fell on the floor,
Like the agonizing menstrual drops!
I shed,
Desires and tears – the inmost spheres,
In which I spin around narcotized,
I feel the subconscious ellipses,
Seductive like the curves of my hidden breast!
I perceive,
The circular time – fixed in my eyeballs,
To stare alluringly at “urge”,
Like the lustful look of a thirsty harlot,
It’s piercing and painful,
So I paused,
“Time” is a vamp!