Blood shedding lips

Waiting for the red signalturn yellowto greenI reckoned a red beampiercing through his left hand veinRazor sharpBlood dripping on the road Leaving the bike abruptlyI ran towards himClasped his handBut he defied to stop Opened his palm gentlyand flicked thetiny pieces of bayonet to mine Hid them under my tongueHe started smiling Tried stinging the…

Quarantine

WriteCrumpleWriteCrumpleWriteCrumpleWrite… And this time I’m unfastening to show the tumbled me to this so called “perfection” obsessed world. Amid the glistering fossil papers making noise, Are you able to listen to the ink soaked white sheet?If not, then scroll it downbecause this might hurt your butt. Coffe mugs are the recent paper boats drifting in…

*Token tied on my big toe*

MaybePlastic bags aren’t my hometo get in and respireBecauseI chipped it with my fore toothto let my poignant air out. Every time my heart skips a beatduring my sleepwhen I slip from one step to anotherI squelch my bed unconsciously tautNot to let my depression win. When the sky thoughtof touching the soilI tried to…