begins with another ampersand

The heart of mushroom towns Like the one we sojourn, is nearly grime Men who are justly and timely ashamed frown Upon gravels when they have passed their prime They get a glimpse of women’s cleavage Only when they bend over to pick up those gravels From gloomy passages From where women emerge to satiate

i know

Spirited away Through the string of squiggles An ancient mishmash Taking a detour in symphonies that fly in the face of night Splashing letters of my names That I changed Yesterday Your heart is reaming Albeit I know, I haven’t arrived yet The fragility of my callow sprouting Stirs thrifty conscience Tantalising To tiptoe onto

the amnesty

Placing the receiver back to cradle he tries to gauge me “My sister took a dump because she was dumped,” He clarifies Silence glaringly flouts and wails, “Does it benefit you to any extent?” The air is too hard to heal, My eyes stay glued until he turns the corner; Summer is approaching, Pushing the

leaving

Slowly, I am coming to terms with your refusal, Aargh! This devilish torture, so brutal! Languidly, packing all my belongings Shuffling away with a heavy heart My eyes peeled for apple tart… My beloved you’re just a pie in the sky Alas! in the wilderness I am left to cry My heart, a migratory bird…

tonight my projection

The ghost of accumulated dreams is finally laid _ I hedge my bets From tracles of suitors Who peer at the impish roses Adorning my raven hair Soaked with scented lores Of secret nights _ When I pass by the mirror Torrents of my silent odeillade embodying my passion are laid to waste as you’re

blossom

To feel nourished and valued, To be authentic and honour your unique gifts To flourish, to have your days filled with gratitude To stand up for yourself and be available to you To love yourself and lay your claim to a healthier life To have compassion and genuine regards for humanity Always 🐝 around those

wedding disaster

He craves breasts, thighs and legs Then makes up his mind and begs Fancying the chicken broth He gladly pledges his troth There, Miss Trucy is having another peg! 🤗 Picture saved from pinterest

an ode to the scarlet garden

I know the enigma of the scarlet roses Those glass ceiling are smashed And feet cannot but tap onto the shards The arcane kingdom of roses that crawl out of Squalid holes, climbing up the walls of temples and mangy mud houses with broken walls Ensconced in the dearth of the cement of affection Making

the passion fruit

Incorrigible is my love for you, Sins, shaking fingertips dipped in honey A secret lie woven in the silky obsession of your pink pollen dust Trickling through your gaze, intoning the flapping of rainbow wings The scent of placid dew on your rosy lips against my pliable heart Pulsating underneath your feral ribcage, like wispy

merry christmas! 🎅

In this kingdom of the greatest Lord, Our small hearts have greater walls; Though, small we may choose to play, No matter how enormous is the fall; No matter how naughty we are sometimes, When we are doing our crazy rolls; We all are part of this vast oneness, Where hopes and magic never pall;