New Year's Mirror
In the empty house
of snow,
though, interred a blade of grass
when I was searching one
midnight flame
in frozen night, on
parting lips of darkness.
The art of delusion
churns the sea for an untitled
arsenic, of a blue throat.
I am dynasty and I am
the king of million whites.
Fatherless sins
in rusted boots
were having a last laugh.
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No Hurts
This was an embryonic stimulus
for a sprint.
Knowledge itself has no legs.
Can you run faster than thoughts?
The sniper will take you in the open field.
I had hoped to die in your arms.
The podium was too high for a small man
who wanted to heal the masses.
Drowning in your own thoughts was the best kill.
The bones were always dumb.
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The Ritual
Nihilist:
Being observed,
makes you feel undressed, naked.
A linear, ramp rage
rises.
Pieces of time
fall in your mouth. You start behaving
erratically. Hawthorne effect?
You know how sharp, stout
are the stings?
Testicles shrink.
The unrelenting zero burns the fat.
The emptiness was howling.
Time was dying,
and dying was time.
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Blazing Trail
They swim like tadpoles.
Thoughts!
I was waiting at the far end of pond.
Heartburn increases at dusk,
fierce battle of blazing stripes
on blankets.
On the scarlet face
a bridge was burning
in wide open eyes.
Somebody takes an aim
hauling a runaway bruise.
Blood comes out roaring.
Weep, my stars,
ice was thin –
drowning the lake.
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It Opens
An oriole gives
an edgy call
in the blaze of morning.
I am not fully awake,
sky is melting on window.
Death has company.
Zen, it did not connect me
with your god.
I am tired of pretentions.
Small was the wasp
in a cobweb of pain.
It floated a sign of conflict.
My thorn did not prick your petals
in vain. Dead leaves
started bleeding.
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Collecting Milkweed
I will not understand
the gift of hurting
in unsolicited encounters.
Will chase you around
the world,
without arriving.
O fear, my bread;
cannot feel you, unbirthing.
Life gives me many stitches.
A parallel face mocks
in the sky, unless the moon
cries for the kiss.
Wooden wheels move on
the laid body. Your venomous
tooth I break.
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Weightless
Press the panic -
button,
for beautiful inside.
There was a hundred
moons dialogue
in the cage.
Fear was walking
in dark corners.
There was no iron gate.
Only golden bars,
pushing you back
from touch, feel and unstitching.
Let the world find a
neck broken falcon,
convoluted.
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Winds
Trapped in your body
a city starts
screaming.
The master has broken off
a huge iceberg.
An Antarctica is burning
like hermitage
from the spark of a red robe.
Lips are riddled
with lies.
No face is left
to smile.
Ruthless with the words
and meanings,
they have manipulated the winds.
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Falling Seed
This world was too much.
in him.
Sometimes he wanted
to go insane.
(He was talking to himself) .
He cared too much
of things and people around him,
but it splits
like a dry pod, the life,
in throes of running
to save a falling seed.
Yields his whole earned silence,
starts turning the pages
of a soiled book
lost in the attic of grief.
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Teasing
Tonight
when I come back
clad in wounded memories,
one seed deep
the pod would lie in the forest of hands,
I will wake you up in between
the kisses of moon.
The hawthorn lamps –
let me light the last unlit
of empty night, for a farewell
to a black rose, who had collected
the unpraised thorns.
The fugitive wind shuts the smart tears.
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