It is raining from the day of tillings It is raining till the tale of trochoids It is raining from the orifice of oceans It is raining for the orchids of occults It is raining from the fathom of foci It is raining from the rivet of racoons It is raining from the rupture of […]
Tag: Nature
Poem : Zoonosis
It may be a mystery for medical science It may be a mockery of the harmonious nature It may be a mundane mist of a mundane retard It is never a sign of a selfish survival instinct It is just the design of a degenerate tribe It is just a leap of leech and larvae […]
Poem : Virtual Reality
I happen to descent this dawn I happen to desert this dawn I happen to disdain this dawn Dawn of life, lights, lust, larks and lavae I know, ounce by ounce, own by own It’s rooted, riveted, raked all in real veil They norm it is virtual reality It’s layers, leeching layers above reality It’s […]
Poem : Bards and Ballads
There are romantic poets Who are so optimistic Who are so prismatic Who are so vibrant Who are so ebuillient What makes them serene What makes them seamless What makes them a foil What makes them a soil What makes them a coil What makes them a boil What makes them a toil Is it […]
Poem : Earth is a Magnitude
Earth is a magnitude Earth is the crux of the core Earth is the rustling or a rustic Earth is the sense of a snail Earth is the spine of a spider Earth is the sooth of the stars Earth is around my neck Earth is ahead of my stem Earth is beneath my root […]
Poem : Numbers, Null and New
Numbers are nimble Numbers are numb Numbers are emblems Numbers are navigators Numbers are naked nihilists Numbers are numerous Numbers are naysayers Numbers need nature Numbers need gravity Numbers travel to grave Numbers nod to nodules Numbers are etched Numbers are wicked Numbers are on my fingers Numbers are on my nerves Numbers are on […]
Poem : A Curse or a Cure
Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]
Poem : Skins of My Earth
It was her skin in the ground It was her skin with blood beneath It was her skin with heat and humid It was her skin in countless shades of grey It was her skin in columnar colors of brown It was her skin in bruised blisters of black It was her still life, silent […]
Poem : Scavengers will Survive the fume and fury
I see the dirt on their wings I see the lava in their hearts I see larvae in their stomach I see the fire in their veins I see the silence in their eyes I see the clutter in their ways I look around I can see the war mongers I can see the necro-maniacs […]
Poem : Monkey’s Chess
It is his game He and his cohorts He and his pawns It is a pure monkey chess Not the one we play crisp and cross Not the one we play with snake and ladder Not the one we play with bows and arrows Not the one we play with black and white In the […]
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