I am delighted & honoured to announce that my latest poem, Naked & Rough Skin, is now available at MasticadoresUSA as well. My utmost gratitude to dear Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for publishing this piece. This is the first time ever, I’ve submitted my poem to a literary journal.
Naked & Rough Skin
Please don’t breathe on me with ease Coz I’m gonna freeze your breeze with my heat
You seem to see me as if I’m a treat But I’m here to trick your deeds with chills of my screams….
I used to wish this & wish that most of my life I used to pray to God to fulfill those wishes with my closed eyes I even sat back with empty hands & regretted this life But one thing I was forgetting all this time I tended to overlook what I already had by my side I was missing the present & was concentrating on the noise So I started to indulge in steep talks with fluctuations of my heart
It’s here I realized I was all the way so crazy wrong Coz I started to see the intense sparks on my path so dark I then switched to live from the deep in the now I can see the shining light in between countless dark spots I can sense my wish is fulfilled as I’ve reached to the sharp point I finally know the real meaning of the falls & the rise Just like the immense beauty & power of waterfalls & sunrise
I am truly honoured to share with you all the first ever real collaboration in my life with none other than the amazing Ace from Fearless Free Soul. Collaborating with Ace was purely profound flow of energy, that’s presented in the form of this poem. My gratitude to my dear friend, Ace to collaborate with me 🤍🙏✨
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….
Look beyond the gory imagination to sense the essence.
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….
This short poem is dedicated to dear Astha….
My silence is screaming My heart is bleeding My eyes are flowing My thoughts are heavy
I look up at the dark sky A star is shining bright A beautiful soul In heaven
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
The restlessness in me at this moment is dancing Just like the flame of a candle when you light it Where panic seems a beautiful lover of anxiety My phase is pure darkness & it’s making this scene so freakin’ exciting
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 scream hope
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