The Blackhole

Your soul’s being seeped out of its embodiment,Taking two steps forth without consciously moving your ground,

Watching the way their lips danced without comprehending their noise,

Longing for your input so you blink as your heart’s gone thither,

Seated by the corner, drenched in a darkness, or is it your shadow, struggling for a welcome back, but something feels broken inside of you, fragments trapped outside of you, something doesn’t feel right, and it feels as though you don’t have much time, pieces displaced and can’t find their way back home.

But you have to plug the leak before it erodes all that exists.

Where’s it coming from ? You’re the physician, a mechanic, your fixer now

Do you know you well enough to block off the leakages,

Or will you have to lace every inch with poultice till the void is healed by chance.

Or it’s desecration by the rusts enabled by the ticks, and the tock that devours a second coming

You’re trapped in a maze, fading into oblivion,

Are you cursed by the gods or a reality you reject ?

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End Of The Line

Drunken and distraught, wide awake, teetering off sanity’s pave 

The hard liquor bottle turns clear 

Nearing emptiness, of soul and rocks   

Pain that lingers 

Anew with the last chug 

Icy floor, face down drowning in tears and sweat,

Bruised and broken 

Bloodied by a fist so mighty and raw 

Strangled by a mute reality 

A reverse of a parallel universe 

A past irreversible 

Fast rewind to right before the muscle tension 

Before the limb landed 

Before the rumble between two stars 

The explosion of the expelled now dead star 

Choking off the missed lanes 

Wrong turns,

Noosed in staring down at a pool of regret 

Compressed airways, 

Withering breath,

Twitching feet,

Circling ’round a live cemetery ,

Momentary respite,

a note slips from the grip

As she finds release

Breaking Free

At an impasse

boxed in and juxtaposed by societal rot

Strained his head but the voices pierced even deeper 

A thirst of light for the dark had become vicious

He alone envisioned a world beyond the cosmic beams 

Free his soul to radiate as he ravelled in solitude

sleepless nights recurring night after night , 

Time after time, inaction turned impossible,

Broke down to break through, breaking away to break the rusty chain of conformation 

an outcast he’s become 

Stood straight to stand out in the shed 

dared to cross the line of fire 

And into the light on the night of luminaria …

You With No Identity 

You with no identity 
Of thoughts awakening my conscious

Deepening affections unfathomable 

At dusk, twinkles of your soul

 Tickle the core of my deep hue 

With no face,

Of touches trickling through my nerves  

Sparks gushing across my streams 

From the back of my palm, caresses strike your lush cheeks,

Hairs stand on both of ours 

eyes lost in the sanctity of our company 


With no voice, 

Of whistles softer than a nightingale 

A song, melancholy of love 

Slipping through your lips 

As sweet as a glistening sunrise 

With no name,

Of whispers louder than the echoes  

With no sound bustling as though Exorcised 

Pierced silence clench deeper,  

A blasted muteness absolving the cosmos 


With no scent,

Of breeze riddled with your fragrance 

Undulating across tides and meadows 

With every drop of rain, tossed Billow of glacier

Emanating from earth’s core

With no being, 

Of radiance illuminating the vast horizon 

Scintillating through our whole being 

Fused elements of our existence 

Emitting flares of an explosive love

Untitled Poetry

A fallacy, pretentious and normalised 
Innately defined of which claims reality rejects 

Encloses the screams of forced commitments,

Despair remains silenced, 

No one wants to be here 

But they can’t cut off their limbs, or switch lanes

No one’s done it without spiralling out of existence 

Struck by constant revulsion on sight 

Strings of sanity sieved from the sheaths of the conscious

The urge to assuage loneliness cruelly descending in deepened solitude 

Soft hearts turned stone

Apathy dissipates 

Boxed in, then locked out

Great walls erected to impede deserting  

Bricks piling on as bloodied fists and claws scrape to break them down 

Grid never empties as more piles descend 

a game only over when agony triumphs 
Or maybe when the soul breaks free to dance with the stars

Nature with all its might (2.0)

I’m the river that runs dry throughout the year in the Sahel, 
I’m the tree from which you cut down to recreate , 

I’m the sun that sets in the west and rises from the East in the wake of the dawn,

I’m the moonshines that light up your darkness when the tears dry up,

I’m the streams along the nile that drive the thirst back to dead waters , 

I’m the blooming white verbana when the ray of the sun hits through , 

I’m the stings that pollinate the spawn seeds on the meadows, 

I’m the flakes that form snow blankets concealing the crevasses,

I’m the desert sand that burns and boils through the feet of a poor orphan child during the summer noontide , 

I’m the dirt on your path when the heavy drops hits the sands on a wet spring eve,

I’m earth’s concealed treasures you use to raise metal bars to guard your fears,

I’m the stones you collect to raise shelters that trap you together yet awfully apart 

I’m life’s seeds lashing on travellers of earth to disperse across state lines 

I’m the border crossings birds can’t see 

I’m the thorn that stands guard beneath the blooms of majestic roses

I’m the looming darkness that permits the hunter’s prey on the wildebeest

I’m aurora and my light will guide you through the northern lines 

I’m the purity of the breeze that slaps your cheeks over the eastern horizon 

I’m the eagle swimming across the dark clouds with its might awakening the strength in the weak, 

I’m the womb that carries the supposed stains but a new beginning, 

I’m the cries of the oppressed coming from the crumbles and the rubbles on a bloody night , 

I’m the hunger that keeps you awake piercing through the slums,

I’m the pain , the sorrow , the tears , 

I’m the broken pieces inside of you , 

I’m the washed out dreams, the stolen future, the lost hope, the dead ends. 

I’m the freedom you die fighting for . 

I’m the hope that lifts you up at dawn to thrive, 

I’m the dream that paddles its way to shore,

I’m the future, as bright as a supernova 

I’m the love, the passion, I’m your truth, the reason 

I’m the happiness you envision at the end of the line .

I’m nature with all its might, I am life.