What does she know?

What does she know?

Mama said, “Do not be consumed,” But what does she know of hearts That merge, That ingurgitate, Each other greedily and walk conjointly? As I stand before her dazed And mindless Mama knew that I had been consumed And burned by love. My other poems can be...
Penetralia

Penetralia

There’s a penetralia I go to Away from unseen eyes. It’s not far away There, I find myself waiting. My real self, And we have these talks, Enlightenment talks we say, As we power walk. Empowered I exit to conquer the World with my worldly face on. My other...
Ambrosia

Ambrosia

A life sentence? Only half Drink, eat and be merry my dear For this ambrosia is us Stepping into immortality There’s no escaping me This sentence you will serve Beneath my beady eyes My vengeance served cold. My other poems can be seen...
Delusion

Delusion

Light could not have dwelt there Surely there is an empty chamber Where his heart should be. Yet he thinks highly of himself His cold impassive face Hides his feelings of grandeur His contempt for those he feels Are less than he is. Yet in the scheme of things He...
Hope

Hope

Our hearts are hidden within us It cannot be read or analysed for its body language, You hope his heart beats in tune with yours. An ally not a foe, Not a hidden adversary, That you walk hand in hand with, In deluded bliss, Of a loving haze, Which you inhale joyously,...
Focus on the texture

Focus on the texture

I have had a hard life, you know, It’s been one bad tumble after another. I remember mama saying that I must have an inbuilt homing device, For where there were Ninety nine good ones and one bad one, I go straight for the bad one. So when I set my eyes on you, I...