And he gets to be his own assassin Rupturing and reaping into many realms An unairy entity of many calendars Now under the urge of being unchristened Victim acting to be an accomplice in devilry Escorting his own funeral to the ground Hastily cremates all the passions On the tombstone for an epitaph Rummaging the … More A Reverie

Listening to the noise of silence A bard darted his subtle fingers Drawing figments from the cracked canvas Of disrupted dilapidated cognitive anatomy Amputated moorings overtook the terrain Doing the unprecedented acrobatics Amid the double margins Bowels of patience being torn and thrashed ‘This dying existence be stopped’ Introspected the bard A decision stands to … More A Bard

Waking to the birth of darkness Melancholic drums beating their chests Eyes of sleep swollen bloody red Predators now outnumber the preys Pillow cotton blowing in the air Screams unwanted assaults Caused deprivation is new normalcy Crucifixed into the peg of curfew Life hangs sans life Pouring acid on the petals They expect them grow … More A New Normalcy

This not so pleasant to see pyramid Sings the unsung tales Of mummies made of his wishes Crumpled and crushed and killed and walled Be aware O, man! Pharaoh of impassioned seekings May not revive and reign over Be not a Faustus sold to Mephistophelus “Unrich, unfamous, unacclaimed” How it unsettles you O, man? Do … More Pyramid

In a constant quest of a hideout To dump this existence into And wipe the word ‘life’ And a silence to steal And the violence to repeal A tip dawned upon A refuge was shown ‘BLANK VERSE’ Hide behind it! Words from floor to the ceiling The walls smeared all over With a tinge of … More Blank Verse

O my pedagogical muse! Do a blessing upon Why are words so wierd Why are they double-edged Lies they lay Truth they tear Always they shout Always! A wish I seek To teach the rebels How to whisper and not to shout For when they yell An innocence they quell A wish I seek To … More Why Art Thou Wierd

In the soily courtyard yellowish pale Why autumn is stubbornly unmoving Collage of beatific moments Shedding all the beads Why doesn’t somebody disrupt this symmetry? O beloved nature! Haven’t thou promised a spring? Trails of tears across the wheaty terrain Those lamentations And sobbing breaths Hushed up screams It’s not Netflix ITS NOT NETFLIX! ©jeyforyou