Idols

I lived the apparition of the man I prayed to become.A boy who went through fire just so he could one day break bread on these godforsaken tables.Tables where they play games—games I couldn’t win because they dealt the cards.They requested to see my magic and made me tell on my plans.I was a sail

The Perfect Hour

I have been waiting for the perfect hourAnd I know it will find meIt will find me at the place of perpetual deathIt will find me at the mouth of the tunnelIt will find me at the bottom of the gritIt will find me at the end of the clockIt will find me with hoary

The Satisfaction

Water can’t allay your thirst,So you fill your cups with loss and death,Stiff potions for rigid corpsesYou don’t get flight from staying hereYou’re grounded by your conjectures of wantAnd no flesh has ever fulfilled your lustYou long for congress with sylphs, seraphs, and sirenes—all the unearthly kindsYou’re the ungodly one, the serpent’s sonA sucker for

When the Water Breaks

Thunder, fire, earthquakesNo, the world is not at its endIt’s the cataclysm of new beginningsThe war of inceptionWhen the water breaks,The vessel is taken to a different placeIt’s space, somewhere between here and thereNobody knows except the travellerSo much rumbling, rambling, and rabblingIn a scramble for the bundleBut we’ve seen the aftermath of this struggleWe

Gizmos of Extinction

We were all witnesses at the invitation of the apocalypseAnd if we claim unawareness of this event,I know we are all privy to the legends of HiroshimaWhen sick science unveiled Satan’s mightAnd since then, the gizmos of extinction have proliferatedThe pecuniary exertions to procure the end have swollenIs the unfed multitude not revolting enough?Why does

Zero Gravity

Shut the windows and open all the doorsAbandon gravityDetach from creation to become all of itYou have to die to come alive, you know?You’re above land, weightlessAnd out of mother’s reachYou’re thinner than air, light as a wraithRelish the aroma of disappearanceYou’re one with the windAn existence outside space and timeYou’re a concrete abstractionTouching the

Quotidian Orison

Again, I importune todayAs I begged the day beforeAs I will do all my daysThat these mights outside my sensesThat travel in the wind and fall in the rainThe ones enwombed below mother’s faceI pray them to leave my little joys unsoiledAnd eschew my heart from agonal grimeThat steals a man’s fluorescence and moils his

Keep Walking

Keep walking, just keep walkingThe path is right, keep walkingYou’re not alone on this walkLook at the million phantom footprintsThey’re all walking with you nowThey’re your new friendsThey know this road—all its treachery and kindnessIf you give them a chance, they’ll hold your handsThey’ll clean your eyes to the sight of hopeIf you listen to

Smooth, Quiet and Clear

Smooth—like you.You’re the milky way and the starsAnd it’s pointless going to MarsWhen I behold you, the universeQuiet—like you.You’re chlorophyll and oxygenWhat you exhale is all I breathe inYou colour nature and everythingClear—like you.You’re the cherub with wings effacedOn spotless clothes of sins erasedI’ve held nothing purer since we first embracedIQ

Rain Haiku

Drizzle or squallyMother earth perfumes with peaceIt’s called petrichor Raindrops are peace signsThe moment after the fallIs bliss all the time Glass lobes on green plantsWet sands, cold feet and incenseBlack skies are blue ones Lightning and rumblingStrokes of diamond falling downThe sun looks in awe Wash the mountainsAnd erode our troubles tooRain is peace.