he /him that is all. sometimes. and then i fall. scars run deep. brightest blood smears smiling sheep. sacrificing all that I am just to keep. me.
Deciphering Disciples
Malignant autonomy blatantly blasts-for-me tolerably, trying to live honourably, they label me a vagrant inclination, an unfavourable situation, breathing clashes, catastrophes, living classes through static contrasting philanthropy, fascist emancipatriotic philosophy, tragic semantic melancholy, patience is fluid enough for brewing austerity. It’s solicited, meticulous part of the plan tomfoolery, contracting diseasing; absent apostrophes, permission to own … Continue reading
when it snows
for every lost tear cried, by mothers under cloudless skies, an angel protects her baby’s soul, in the glow of afterlife.
Her / written by Arvind
She appeared inside a cloud of diamond dust, eyes sparkling through the haze. Her glittering features shone as she stood up, piercing the plume like a javelin through butter. Reflections of allure. Beauty re-imagined. Nothing could be more perfect. Her eyes were fixed silently, with lips slightly apart. Not a blink was seen. Not a … Continue reading
