Poet: Aabirbhab Naik
My pen pierces primrose thorns
On the tainted fragile skin
Bleeding the paper in blue blood
As I stitch my emotions
Splashed with grey waters
In between lines wailing
Sirens of hopelessness,
My words are too heavy
Chewing lemongrass
Which I plucked
From fields of heartbreak
And create a concrete mixture with
Metaphors brewing in oak barrels
Behind my mind at
High flames of despair
Cascading into a martini of
Brewed poisonous poetry.
Burnt heart soaked in beeswax candles
Adds kerosene to
My mulberry hopes of everlasting love
And gold pink dreams
Dipped in whirlpool of lies
Hung on the branches
Of my wet eyelashes
Ignites a wildfire within my
Scarlet painted soul,
Leaking liquid from a cracked bottle
Of my petrified heart
Baths my midnight to your muse
With shrill violins of my tears
And i shimmer my pain
In the silvery waves of moonlight.
I like the town on rainy nights
When the road under my feet
Gleams like it was paved with diamond
But hate those times
When i let the diamonds flow
From the corner of my eyes
It was love and humility
That made me believe in angels
But I could not throw away my pride
And that changed the angels
Into the devil.
10,000 languages around the world
Yet my partners lie naked
And unused on my desk
My tears are always there to rescue
When my frozen heart
Can’t find its words.
I somehow managed
Another winter, another
Failed Season without a rain
But my body is becoming too numb
From accepting all this pain
My throat transforms into a cold dessert
I raise my glass to take a sip
But there is blood in the water.
I let my misery pat me down
To sleep
My cries sing me a lullaby
And let this never ending nightmare
Take over me.
