If you see my face I’d smile in the space Would you see the real me? Either way, I’ll be free If you deal with my phase I’d fall in your gaze Would you then be afraid? I’m more than reflection’s shade If you read my phrase I’d still be traveling my maze Would you frame what I feel? I am me, always real If you stitch with colorful threads Wound tight, my love still spreads Would the patterns be revealed? I’ll be courageous, take down my shield If you look in darker clouds I stand apart from the crowds Would you shine the pure energy? I am my own galactic synergy If you sea me dead I still exist, never fled Would I fly in the sky consciously? I’d be at home, honestly If you smell the essence I’d absorb love’s fluorescence Would you inhale the serenity? I’d exhale fear’s identity If you sense with grace I dream the rest of this chase Would you be divine synchronicity? I am infinity’s electricity
I’m ready to play this crazy game Firing shots at my mindless brain Killing the dead spots from point-blank range Freaking my beast out & the senseless rage It’s time to transform the savage to a sage It’s time to free my soul from this solid cage I’m taking the steps to change my deeper state I’m dissolving the imbalance & my wavy pain These bullets was pointing at my shaky phase It’s to awaken my senses, not to kill me dead
I’m republishing my old poem – The Devil’s Face in a new form….Every single element of this video is created by myself….poem, photo, piano (well, hitting the keys), special effects etc….I’m simply experimenting & at the same time, connecting with the I in me….
This is an excerpt of my original post – The Devil’s Face, that I published on 21/09/2019: It’s my poem of horrors if you simply read the words. But if you dig deeper, it’s not about the blood bath. It’s about showing the real face, which we tend to hide to give the fake appearance of looking happy & great. To me, it’s not a scary poem, it’s a sacred one – a different art form.
I’m sharing a very sad news….I’ve come to know that Astha’s soul has left her body on 30th April….she was fighting against covid-19….I used to read her poems, whenever she would post on WP….she was also compiler of an upcoming anthology – Utmost Feelings….I was one of the co-writers….so I was in touch with her on / off….through the whatsapp anthology group as well….that’s how I’ve come to know about this when Taruchaya – one of the co-writers pinged me & shared this sad news….the feeling of being numb & shock was instant….the last time she wrote to me was on 23rd April, where she said, her condition was bad & she would revert back in a few days….I texted her on 28th April to know how she was feeling….but no reply….it’s still hard to believe that such a young woman isn’t with us anymore….if that wasn’t enough, her mother has passed away as well due to covid-19….I can’t even imagine how her father, brother & other family members must be going through….
I wrote Smoking Sacred in January 2021…at that time I published it with Spoken Word…but I had to take it down within 30 minutes due to an issue (non-technical)…A couple of readers even commented on my Spoken Word…but I had to delete that part…I didn’t like doing so…coz remaining true to myself & to my readers is absolutely important…I had never done such thing before…and I don’t intend to do it again…ever…please accept my apologies…authenticity & honesty is what I flow…this is who I am…I won’t be changing that part of me for no one…take it or leave it…therefore, I’m publishing the Spoken Word now…please note, I’m not doing so for the sake of likes or positive or uplifting comment(s)…I’m doing it to make it right…the way it was supposed to be…right from the very beginning…thank you very much
Sidelining my eyes from the memories when you said I was lying And then you started questioning my integrity while you were crying But your narrow barrel of paranoia was shooting bullets at me, they were flying While I kept myself unshielded with honesty & was loving you, I was still trying
If I’m sitting today in silence & my eyes are wet by crying It doesn’t mean I’m feeling weak & simply hiding or R.I.P., like dying Coz the thoughts in my head are bleeding river while I’m freestyling And honestly, they seem to be quite shaken in color red & a bit violent
So I decide to reload my beast mode to free flow my sleek sword To meet you through your meatloaf & see through your lean throat And to reach you & your sweet soul and lift you with a steep slope To beat things to seek core & walk away in peace while I screamhope
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I’m trying to close my sleepy eyes so I can finally fall asleep And I’m covering myself in layers before I impatiently start to freeze But my anxiety is propping me to fall hard on my once operated knees So I end up playing in dark this reckless game of hide & scream
I’m seeing countless spots on this black & white transparent plastic sheet My mind is bleedingred diamonds when I walk barefoot on this edgy street My numbness is on/off frustrating me, it’s wanting me to switch on my freak I’m turning blue, so I’m blueprinting a list if you know what I mean
Can you see my lids are carrying these bloody tears? Can you feel my blood is boiling in my crazyheat? Can you believe I sometimes feel like torching my entire scene? Can you even reach when I want to bury my body infinite feet?
But then I dive into your green sea to see me with pure clarity I play your crystal clear music to string me with sweet melody I absorb your fine lines to levitate me with this magical imagery I write the (U’n’I)verse of love when I sense your profound energy
I see the moon is shining with open mentality I see the stars are burning in azure spirituality I see the sky is evolving with colorful theme I see the sun is beaming hope inside of me