TO A CONQUEROR

1.

If only once you could speak
About
…. The terrors you faced every night
Behind that glistening, lurid
Mirage of marriage

If only once you could
Could unveil the scars
That snakes on your spine
Beneath all the artifice
And we could shrug that
Wretched man
And save the invaded pride.

If only once you
Could tell others
About the dejection
Of bandaging your
Abdominal sores

The ghastly seclusion
You battled
Pretending
And wailing
Alone in public toilets

2.

You thought
I was a child
And was inane
To trace your misery

But you should have
Seen yourself
From my eyes
And I could write you
An epic
Where I could

Cry along with you
For a century’s time

In the pelting rain
Whose water
Like a mystic shaman
Shall cure
Your crimson wounds.

And slay your husband
Who reeks

Who consumes
Brutality

Snatches off your
Attire at night
And hollers
That it is his manly pride?


4.

When you finally
Came out of the marriage
With an emaciated spirit
Sunken eyes
And a demised confidence

You were left
To scrounge bits
Of reasons
To justify the divorce
And gates banged
Repeatedly in the street
With aunts and uncles
Draped in
Satiric fineries.

You entered a party
With a charade of smile
And gossips darted
At it
Straight to collide

But my dear sister
You are a survivor to me
You have braved the thunder storms
In the most violent seas

You drove yourself
Out of the wringing halos
That drenched you
In a harrowing sorrow

And see
Here you stand
With your new life
And a shimmering robe
Of hopes

I wish all you the best
My dear sister

And wait to see
Your life flourishing

Tell your mother
To keep the proposals away

And shun your father
Who jabbers about society

You will live the
Life you
Always wanted

And not what others constructed.

You will not work
In a school
Or a call centre office

You will paint and
Write in a new room
Precisely, like you wanted.

Relax cozily in arms
Of your aspirations
And quilt
It with vigor


You know
Conquerors are very determined

And I have leaned this trait

From
You.

RUMBLINGS

The words would flow out
Like a wrathful ocean’s gaze
Inexorably…..
let them assault me

Flood the papers
Baptize your desires.
Rip your naked
And stage your realities

Which you muffle, so consciously.

Why is there so much fear
And suspicion?
Anarchy? And oodles of inhibition.
I hate this form of perversion
The fake smile
of fake identities.

So, take this opportunity to be an
Individual.. in individualism’s vandalism.
Like a policeman of self.

Be one, if you have to
Show me the braver you
That lurks and hides in your fervor
Alienate yourself from the world
For a minute.
And ah! This is the narcotic
I am addicted to-
Your unaltered mind
Unaffected and defiant to time.

THE UNNAMED FUSION

The phallus reaches
Its height
And lunges into a cave
It drills its face in
And slowly escapes
Smeared in desire and denudes
This worldly charade.

Orgasmic rocking
Topples the couple down the bed
Sheets flow down the floor
Like the confounded minds.
Life smells so lovely
And resembles
A city ablaze at its might

Lips probe into the each other’s mouth
All reverberating in acceptance and pain.

Saliva fuses into the best color
It essays loves’ squalor.
Hands are mechanizing the next ejaculation
As chests are heaving in a divine ardor

Passions begin the battle of subversion
As the mouths of men
Loll into each other’s existence.

WORD GAME

1.

So
You will play a game?
And I shall be
Your board
Rub your fingers
Against my wall
Steer, jostle through
My naivety
And I shall shock
You with
Utter blasphemy.


2.
We will curtain
The room and ignite
Floral sticks
Which would drip
Fragrances in air
The smoke would water
Our eyes
And bodies would
Machine
In a mild catatonia
Where hearts
Must conjoin.






3.
My predilections about you
Are strongly positive
Trust me.
Give me your skeletal
Palms and
I shall embalm them
With my fiery passion.
Don’t be baffled if
Hands morph into weapons
The axe
That will chisel
You as my religion
And then it would
Inaugurate
Sonnet and epics of
Desire.

Thoughts- all watery
On paper
And lives
Tangling like
Medusa’s snaky hair.


4.
I hate your “caustic”
Correctness.
Your subtle, admirable words
Which come perfumed
In righteous brand.
I am not always perfect
As you already assume
But my loop holes
Are my boons
Because they always fuel
The verses
That I dedicate to you.

5.
I was infected by love aversion
Since time immemorial
And the plague is still
On in the body
Which veers out
Like phlegm convulsing
In patches of
Distraction.

But look at you!
You uncouth lover.
You dashed in like a volta
To the creation of grief
And spun your
Magical knit
All over me.
I am pulsing like
A throbbing heart
Under surgeon’s scrapple

6.

WAIT!

Now what are
You ogling at?

Let me clasp you
And end this stanza
With grease and wishes
Sex and fire

The whole of night
Tenderly oiled
With yours and mine:
Desire.



7.
Unconsciously
I have finished
All the games with you
Just through instruments
Of poetic imaginations
I have made love to you
In the open valleys of Kashmir
And braved the bullets
That boomerang in hills.
I have seen you
Scuttle in sheets
As you scavenge
Over last inches
Of satisfaction.

My mind reeks of lethargy
And fingers warble with
Words.

But you are still
Sleeping
Somewhere in isolation
Of cries.
Come here
Don’t move around
You are perfectly fine
And so was this verse
Which spiritually
Locked you
In the armor of
Words.

LOOK AT ME

You look at me
With a characteristic pry
Juggle your ideas and imply.
Something crawls in your mind.
I can see that
I understand
You smirk.

But nothing will change here
All “change” prompts are vain.
I am oblivious of such demands
I am sorry.
Why are you bothered?
Why are you planning?
How would a change in me affect you?
Your egoist tongue jabbers
And bells of doom crinkle.

If I am dissonant, are you less?
If all are harmonic
Not “all” are you!

I am not you.

Here blows the trumpet,
Of yours presumptuous “changes”
All flagging with bassoon of madness.





World is driving insane
Your “self” is jeopardized.
Do not point that again
Because even before you wink
I will be gone.

Don’t argue again.

RUMBLINGS

The words would flow out
Like a wrathful ocean’s gaze
Inexorably….. let them assault me

Flood the papers
Baptize your desires.
Rip your naked
And stage your realities

Which you muffle, so consciously.

Why is there so much fear
And suspicion?
Anarchy? And oodles of inhibition.
I hate this form of perversion
The fake smile of fake identities.

So, take this opportunity to be an
Individual.. in individualism’s vandalism.
Like a policeman of self.

Be one, if you have to
Show me the braver you
That lurks and hides in your fervor
Alienate yourself from the world
For a minute.
And ah! This is the narcotic
I am addicted to-
Your unaltered mind
Unaffected and defiant to time.

WHITE PAPER

White paper

Do not stare me like that

You scare me with your precision.



You are what you are supposed to be

But look, at me....

Look



Do you feel saddened by my anger?

Is there something in you that narrates my silence.

Are you perturbed?



I am your emaciated cousin…



Dressed in fleshy glory..



We will unite someday when our voids rift apart

And death plays it Holy charm.



I await that ceaseless remorse

That would plunder all my apprehensions

And prove



That loneliness and noise are all the same



Open your eyes…



Your life is buried like a white page.