PRETTY FACE

She must have proven closure

And she must unwind the memory

She must learn to smile at it

And she must prove 'purity'

She must reciprocate but

Just enough

She may desire but

Just enough

She shouldn't bear the tabooed 

She must learn to sway

Every now and then

Casting the flesh and blood away

She should be strong but 

Just enough

Those tresses must attract some pain

Every now and then 

No sacrifice, only in vain

But just enough

she must smile at it again. 

She must still be courageous 

But just enough

For a door must be slammed

Every now and then

At that pretty face

Warning her right place

If wishes to end the clamour? 

She must have a stage name

But no chance 

For a dying disclaimer 

So they see no shame

YOUR LOVE FOR

Your eyes only see benign

Every time

Your love for love

Beneath a ruthless lurking design

You foster a passionate magnolia 

Every time 

Your love for intense 

Mind playing only it's folia 

You cradle the inflammable 

Every time 

Your love for fire

Melting in the crucible 

You foment a debilitating devotion 

Every time 

Your love for pain

Each emotion hanging in suspension

You cobble one out of the two tales

Every time 

Your love for unimaginable

Now smiles at the frozen trails

The Undersigned

I, the undersigned disaster,

Accept your feat. 

The preface you signed,

The prelude of deceit.

I, the undersigned void,

Accept your apology.

I return the shroud,

Of your elusive poetry.

I, the undersigned villain,

Accept your benevolence.

I return the misread claim,

To the imprisoned silence. 

~My Love~

It is big
It is Beautiful
It houses all my love

Majestic bay window
My love
Protruding pearl white
Flappy sonnet on the vine
My love
Shakes and settles tight

Sometimes its French
My love
Opens inward
Figures on stained glass
Calms the wayward

The tie backs
Holding the long drapes
My love
Seldom noticed
But relentless

The wild grass
In the dirt
My love
The smell of it
Your green shirt

The Burgling brook
Quietly awaits
My love
The long sounds
Measure distance
Whistling trails

The box at the entrance
Some forgotten mails
My love
Signed 'In anticipation'
The Rain porch
Dripping wet
My love
Never bails

The Ashes Don't Settle

The dark slimy rooms,

Sweet soot laden Madona, 

Smiles on the wall.

Lustful of drinks

Nothing but routine.

Screaming songs rip the head apart.

Parched sheets smell of fluid.

Silent slow explosion,

The Ashes don't settle.

An explosion of confused emotions

Hormone callings

Popping pills

Nothing but routine

Why cry baby,

You come out clean.

Nothing but routine.

An explosion of protections,

Puffed kisses.

Cheers to your fake mettle,

Nothing but routine.

Silent slow explosion,

The Ashes dont settle.

Untouched Pregnancies,

Abandoned Abortions.

The Frozen pink flesh

Baby you! 

An imaginary shame beyond four walls

Just as your carrier. 

The Ashes won't settle 

Could we rewind

Could you be given a chance?

Will they let you take form

Without a name

The Ashes won't settle

~Silhouette~

The stars were laid out
I was free
Nothing could hurt me

I stepped up for a dance
I tripped over
Tip-toed into
a charade of romance

I saw me
The love was mine
Beautiful in the reflection
But only reflection

The stars were laid out
You must shine
You smelted desires
I was left to stare
My residual bare
The love was mine
Dousing all fires

How could I resent
The stars were laid out
I saw me
I wore plum to your ashen

The long love that was mine
Today, its silhouette
Shrugs off the slur
Its silence resonates

The stars refuse to come out
I see you plead
The unforgiving love
I wouldnt slough the scabs
Will it still bleed?

Top of Form

Bottom of Form

~A Part of You~

I can never get enough of you    

I will take a part of you

A little of your smile

That consumed me

A little of those drenched eyes

That thundered like the dark clouds

Which, would never rain

I can never get enough of you

I will take a part of you

A little of your passion

That gave wings to my unspoken desires

A little of your silence

That silences the calm in me

I can never get enough of you

I will take a part of you

A little right of you

A little wrong of me

Till a point where,

It didn’t matter anymore. 

~Khaksar Manzil~

Once Elevated gates,
Drooping now,
Disappointment gravitates,
Unhouses longings.

Once a spirited hallway,
Now mentions its bare-bricks,
As their dressings strip.

The central cornice,
Clasping the ornate mirror,
Beheld all beauty.
Now a dead slab,
With sobbing secrets.

The Dinner table,
Bustled at breakfast,
Now taken away,
For it would last,
Longer than the wobbly chairs.

An elaborate open kitchen,
Barbequed in the backyard.
Now imprisons charred mittens,
And an odd life in a climber
Lined with pink flowers,
Chirpy Creepers confide,
In the little boulevard.