Mosaic one could attract all
But she broke her own to make one,
Each piece to peaces they made.
Every colour from the rainbow she borrowed to create,
Moving with highness with weighting heart,
Her’s alone, she did break the stereotypes to her extent,
But lasting with happiness took the burden of names on forehead. .

Each and every part of my cells feels his smiles;

Each and every twitch of my eyes takes the pictures of him;

Each and every nostril of my nose breaths his smells;

Each and every word of my mouth pronounces his name;

Each and every letter of my words writes his fame;

Each and every step of my foot moves towards him;

Each and every beat of my heart tells…..

Each and every beat of my heart tells…..

You(I) Love HIM.

These full lips
Like two halves of cupid’s bow
Intersected with love forlorn
Capped with a trilling sweet voice
Cupped with a chin
And when you grin
The smile sways
And life rocks.

These full lips
Are so pink
So wet and so do I get
Lustrous, sensual, sexy
And it speaks on its own
Thousand words of love
Unuttered.

These full lips
Grow round
Encircling my life
When you pout
And try to imprint them
On my cheeks.

These full lips
Savour my starved lips
And give them life
Nourishment, passion
And a reason not to die.

These full lips
Make me pounce
On your glory
And bifurcate my heart
And it’s each part
To crave to live and perish
But hold them under my lips
When my breath pass through
For one last time.

These full lips
Speaks of my life
Bygone and life that is
By your side and
Each minute when I am
Clenching them
Between my teeth
Unable to bite and chew
Yet taste and relish
your smile and you
As a part of me.

And a part of me
Slowly, carefully and steadily
Is melting down and
Converging the whole rusting me
To a shimmering something
under these full lips.

Teachers are the best books in the library of your soul. Each rack holds a beautiful gem. Living with dead-drunk longing is a student. Who keeps them as rare as golden-baby into the womb of his heart. They dazzle like a pearl under the ocean of knowledge. Where the fish of society wraps them below the net of pride.

They make their parents to cry in pride. Who sits like a dew drop on the grass of their soul. All this happened of teachers, who filled with intense rain of knowledge. From them universally emerges a glossy gem. Which makes a sweet enigmatic love with Earth’s heart. The blessed one all around here is the student.

A relationship as pure as mother’s love is, seen between the teacher and the student. But, certain fuck-pluck stupids failed to understand their pride. Through saccharine words they melt out our heart. Then at one point, their words born as fire ball which serves as a light in the lamp of our soul. By its divine flash we become a gem. We then, fortunately smeared with the perfume of knowledge.

Then to everyone, sprinkles a flavour of knowledge. There from the soil wake up an another seed named student. Who becomes a gem. And, the place of intellectualism dance with pride. This adds a profound satisfaction in everyone’s soul. Of this, sprouts a leaf of inspiration in others heart.

But, some corpses are breathing with hollow heart. Their smirk will powdered into the teachers burning radiance of knowledge. And disappear from the realm of their soul. But, one who adore them as their crown is student. Who will make his teachers to live in pride. And, he forever cherish his master as an integral gem.

Everyone will turn into a gem If they work hard with dedication in their heart. Then the world will speak your pride. By defining your invincible knowledge. Which still keep you as a student. In its vast soul.

Teachers hold their pride like gem. And their soul will lives in everyone’s heart. By reflecting the legacy of their knowledge in every student.

Tells a no tale…..

It was extremely soft and delicate, when I made my ‘Jadgkommando Tri-dagger’ to dissolve like an ice by slitting, the throat of “Dr. Psycho”. I then, took my dagger, from the doctor’s half-opened neck, which was wept in blood and I would always love to call my dagger as ‘Little Hitler’. I opened the door to the entrance of the lift, descended to the ground floor of the ‘Lavanya Apartment’ and kicked off my ‘Royal Enfield Thunder Bird 500X’. There was neither sound nor decorative lights. But, only a grave silence, except the terrific sound of my bike. I was completely drenched by the forty-five minutes of incessant rain when I reached my home, which is a decade of streets away from the lavanya apartment. The home that I had been living was a modern hut. Otherwise, a puny shell. I unlocked the door and the insides of my home was pitch-black always even in the morning. Because, I felt that the electric current would burn my home if I have the electricity. So, I removed the connection of the electric circuits. There is no kitchen, no rest room, no windows, no television as if it looks like a heart with empty soul. It was a minimalistic home with one bed, one table and one door. I placed by black-coat upon the corner of the table, lay prostrate upon my bed. Probably a simple one covered in murky sheets. The door, the bed and the sandal wood scent that present in the table, all evokes me of the blissful days I had spent with my girlfriend, “Maple”. What kept me dead-drunk to her was, her thin lips and the half-wounded-moon, chiseled in her mushy cheeks. She is short, but has a dire curvaceous physique which would cuts you to the bone with ease. I would always like to call her as ‘Couplet’ for which she spouts her lips with anger.

During the month of December, 2019. Maple used to visit me at my home. She was wearing a pink flared skirt with a cardigan over a white T-shirt. When I opened the door, I was startled to see her standing like a tulip flower in front of me as dew drops of my soul scattered like rains, in her honey-tinted face, smeared in virgin petals. I greeted her. It was the happiest moment of life, when my home was overwhelmed of Maple’s mellifluous voice. “Your home looks like a dark museum, where I am the only fortunate girl to buy you for granted apart from your minimalistic life”. Maple trembled like a leaf out of coldness. I am sorry dear. I couldn’t have anything that comforts your trembling.

“Let’s have some sex”, said Maple. “Come again”, I said. She drew even closer to me than before and whispered with an enchanting tone, “Let’s have some sex”. That was the voice which rustled like a fragrance into my ears. She made the scales of her clothes off in a blink of an eye, unzipped my black trousers. And, with my white shirt, I stood like a light house in the oceanic darkness of my room where she ate my shirt as if a wound through her mouth. Later, we then lay like two-naked-pearls wedded with love’s sweat inside our dark room. I tilted my head towards her and said, “You are Beautiful”. Suddenly, a red rose sprouted from her lips, smaller than my little finger. Nearly, thousand times I would have been calling her, you are beautiful until the dawn of the next day. The more I said, the faster it sprouted and she literally buried my body with red roses. But, the blooming of the red rose started to wither when she saw a mound of love letters which momentarily made the bed to float in the air! Maple sat on the floor, took a letter dusted in bitter scent. She unfolded the letter and flashed the light through her cell phone where she traced out the words : “Remember Me?”, I am your sweetheart, “Candle”. Please save me. I’m dying here. My nerves were cracking down when Maple looked at me with tears after she read the letter.

“Do you really love me?” Maple asked. “Truly”, my love. But, it made me clear that she was not convinced of my words. She put on her clothes, opened the door and Maple was shocked to encounter the another version of herself, who is doing an extremely heinous brutal sex with “Candle”, my first girlfriend in my life. There was no movement in Candle’s body and in her face, except the eyes which is dripped in blood by looking at Maple. I was lying naked as usual in the darkness, eleven inch away from the door where Maple was standing. When she shut the door inwardly after encountering the obnoxious trauma, I was dozed off by the thoughts of “Candle”, whom I met in the train exactly at the midnight. I occupied the berth opposite to her. She slept like an innocent child. What prominently arrested me to her was, her golden anklets encircled in the waist of her milky-white feet. “I moved her beauty inch by inch through my words”. Before it reaches her face, a powdered moon, I was striving for oxygen. As my words go nearer and nearer, my heart get choked and I fell off from my berth. She woke up and asked, “Is everything alright?”. “Yeah” I said. We know really each other well as we were classmates for twelve years. Then, during the three years of our college life ( 2016 – 2019 ), Candle used to write love letters to me like “Sylvia Plath”. We stepped out in Egmore from the Chennai Express and it was 6am when Candle gave me a book as her gift for my Twenty-first birthday.

Maple was in chaos. She woke me up after a peaceful slumber for six hours and it felt that all the sides of my brain were once broken and mended then. When I opened my eyes, I saw Maple opening the door and I tried to follow her. But, as soon as I tried to reach her, I found myself soaked in the dark smell of the blood. After a few seconds, I came to realize that I had been trapped into the well, full of human heads floating like coconuts all around me!!! The well which I had been trapped inside, exactly looks like a ‘Reticulated Python’ with wide mouth. It made to feel that I have no connection to the world. Above the well, I saw a man who came with a heavy sack and started to pour thousands and thousands of human heads into the well over me! The old man said, “The more I pour the heads, the more you reach the top”. Thousands turned to lakhs and lakhs into crores. Finally, when I came out from the next moment of the well, I saw my girlfriend, “Candle” who had been turned into a cat with fish tail! She jumped upon my head and shouted ‘STUPID’. Suddenly then, “Maple” leapt out from the wall, who is really a dog with long human hair! She cuddled my legs and started to shoot out her cervical fluid which washed my legs and she asked, “Could you love me now?”. Candle shut my mouth with her paws. “This time I’m going to fuck you hard”, said Candle to Maple. Probably that was the sound which would break the world into pieces!!!

Now, I am all alone lying on the floor inside the dark room. I feel a burning sensation in the nape of my neck. I notice a pair of legs behind my legs, unusually longer than mine. I then, turn my glance on both the sides of my hands where I get a hand as big as log of wood behind me. I tumble down suddenly and flounder. I have been awestruck of seeing the book, which had been given as a gift by Candle, is now blazing vigorously, which shows the shadow of my body is breathing with an opened head. As I opened the book, I read the voice of Candle : I am not your girlfriend, Candle. But, your mother “Cucumber”, born with perfect human structure. And the one, whom you celebrate as your girlfriend, Maple is your “Son”, who was born out of your mouth with snake’s tail. I had the pleasure of raping my grandson! She furthur syas that, the incidents you experienced before and which you have been experiencing now by reading this book, all took place in “THE REFRIGERATOR” for which you considered as your room utterly dark, with no electricity, no bed and no table since one year of your birth. “Thank you Cucumber”, I said to myself. Unexpectedly, I experience an uncanny situation as the words in the book has been transformed into shimmering golden-ants and they are oozing like a river from the book then enter into the unclosed mouth of mine which had been slit by my ‘Little Hitler’. Ultimately I watched the last ant in the colony, before entering into my mouth, read my name : “You are now dead, Neha’!

If there is no ink in the pen… Don’t worry, my love. I’ll dip my fingers in the blood of my soul, To write a poem for you!!!

Flame of death
Till the tip
Of the butt
Burns
To the fag end,
Ending altogether
Into ashes
Leaving behind
The filter,
Tipped with
Stained sponge.
Five minutes
In your life’s total
Vanishes
And evaporates,
With the wind
Erupting lava
Of ringed smokes,
From your mouth’s crater
And the face looks
An ugly volcano,
When sucked in
From the death pipe.
Juxtaposed
With the heat of
Passion and fashion,
And to the effects
It eats away
Your lungs’ pancreas,
The air sacs and alveoli
Dusting down
The rudiments of
Nicotine,
Cankering your nucleus
To cancer
Storing behind
Tonnes of
Pus and tumour,
Symptoms persist
And you go unswallowed
Swaying and swinging
To the death bed.
For months
With capsules and
A syringe plugged
Into the intra veins,
With liquid chemicals
And finally
Garnished with surgeries,
An attempt
To de-root the cankered tumour
And scrape out
The stuffed and stuck pus
From the lungs,
Bronchi
And from where not?
Nothing helps
Let us pray
Says the doctor,
And people around
Watch you with sympathy
Mixed with contempt.
Your foes
Inwardly laugh
And take a break
To have a fag.
From the death cot
You look at them,
And pull up a smile
Bitterly crying inside
Feigning you can live.
But what next?
Your suicide attempt
Comes to a pompous end,
Stepping upon the
Victory stand,
Declaring your
Ultimate journey without ease.
You lie in the grave
Yet unrelieved
From cosmic pressure
And people’s pleasure.
All you left behind
Was polluted air
And polluted fame,
Just because of
The fifteen milli-metered
Hot gun.