Spittle

I order you to chew the leaves

And to spit your thoughts...

I will pick some glittering gems;

From your spittle,

To garnish my wall.

I can leave your wit,

In your spit!

As I can't resolve its meaning.

To the Colonial Beast

You can never know my heart,

Unless you step out of your palace.

You can never lift my head,

Unless your greedy hands are empty.

You can never hear my lips,

Unless you brain shed the dark rag.

You can never fill my eyes,

Unless you arose as a human.

Shriek

It was a shriek of ideas,

And my shivering thoughts may touch you,

But your ears searched for melody.

Art

Am I the art, you sold to be read?

Am I the power hidden in the library?

But, Am I the word torn out in the market?

Stammer

I stammered,

Many of them shivered.

I was chocked;

With those poisoned arms

And my arms lost its temper.

I scattered those roofs

With my stammer to bleed many tops,

As I was chocked with the lumps of blood

Drained by those giants.

Those pebbles scattered by them

Flooded on me to frighten me.

But my stammer was not monstrous

Like those predators who bleed many dreams.

I stammered,

And;

Many of them lost their houses

But can rebuild their homes on me.

      

Obituary

I paid your obituary,

By cursing those icy hands,

Which touched you 

Without any legal permission.

My tears are waiting to see the guest

Who ditched your dreams

Without any prior alarms.

My lips are waiting to question

The mighty emperor,

Who conquered your medals,

by infusing an endless sleep.

My palms are waiting to mallow,

The intruder who broke your plans;

But the day came in haste,

And I fell in the cosy bed,

Without preparing for the farewell ceremony!

                                 

Relics of wedlock

I served you for the past twenty years,

Without payments and compliments;

But I found aroma in your stomach

And nurtured our innocent buds.

I burnt in your blames but

Never refuted with reasons.

I begun the days by touching your feet

And I worked hard to polish my golden heart.

But you forgot to please your companion,

And you brought groceries and sarees for me.

But you failed to kiss my womb,

When I bled in pain.

And you failed to garnish my wrinkles,

When I rumpled with loneliness.

And I served you as a shadow,

Without payments and compliments

Thus I transformed as a portrait in your glossy wall

And now, you fail to find a companion too.