tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46981939745676179502024-02-20T14:35:31.339+05:30PoetryBored Poems for Dead Souls.Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.comBlogger775125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-87296573906556318292021-06-12T18:01:00.004+05:302021-06-12T18:01:49.389+05:30A pause, or perhaps the end. <p>I've written in this space for close to 14 years. I think I am done. </p><p>Adios, readers. </p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-66290927703785678122021-05-26T01:20:00.002+05:302021-05-26T01:20:26.831+05:30so wrong<p>the smell of burning sulfur</p><p>comes from somewhere close</p><p>arms raised to the skies</p><p>as a cold wind blows</p><p>the scent of hate is strong today</p><p>the water red with blood</p><p>there is a dream, it's dying </p><p>a face stomped into mud</p><p>with masks off we are all the same</p><p>to the void, we sing our songs</p><p>skulls and bones with a different name</p><p>how did things get so wrong</p>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-84615445887692071392021-05-24T20:16:00.006+05:302021-05-24T20:17:24.032+05:30In Me<p> There is a void in my days with no way to fill it. If my mind is not occupied with the random happenings of life, there is a sadness that lurks like a killer around the corner, watching me, waiting to murder any hope of joy.</p><p> There is a blank space in my pages with things that I am too scared to write. What if the words rise up from the page, move on my arms, travel up to my face and crawl in my mouth like so many spiders. </p><p> There is a darkness in my heart that I dare not poke. This animal alive, grinning and slithering, filled with poison, forms dark lips to spit the question, "are you going to act like a pussy, boy?"</p><p> There is a scream in my soul that just will not emerge. The sound rolls around in the box of my rib cage, growing stronger with every passing day, waiting to explode, like a murder of ravens from inside me.</p><div>Every prayer a fuck you to the deaf gods.</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-874945641664300642021-04-26T17:24:00.003+05:302021-04-26T17:24:29.198+05:30a desire to burn<p>fire on my finger tips</p><p>words die on my lips</p><p>a smile of corpses, mile long</p><p>sing the same sibilant song</p><p>some foil from last poem still stuck in my teeth</p><p>red tongue, black words, gums bleeding</p><p>licking lips in serpent dreams</p><p>seeking a venomous kiss</p><p>a kiss to kill me</p><p>a kiss to burn</p><p>a kiss to teach me</p><p>a lesson never learned</p><p>through torn lips</p><p>a grin, a grimace</p><p>a promise, a hunger</p><p>a desire to burn</p>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-26621882426053104402021-04-11T23:57:00.000+05:302021-04-11T23:57:12.216+05:30cardiogram<p>________________</p><p><br /></p><p>i like to chew foil, you see</p><p>crunched up with every memory</p><p>it taste of nothing, only discomfort</p><p>a railroad spike lodged in my head</p><p>i cannot swallow this </p><p>metallic taste on my tongue</p><p>cutting my gums, i bleed</p><p>i cannot spit this</p><p>rolling this ball of foil in my mouth</p><p>masticating regrets, suppressing bile</p><p>thoughts rise like corpses in dead waters</p><p>stinking, bloated on the side of the road</p><p>eyes bloodshot, </p><p>punishment for self</p><p>chewing foil </p><p>in a DIY hell</p>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-38708657059357327112021-04-11T00:26:00.000+05:302021-04-11T00:26:00.819+05:30hush<p>finally, </p><p>a darkness</p><p>bleeding through the pages</p><p>waves of a dark sea</p><p>on an inky night</p><p>a pigment of imagination</p><p>of all things bright</p><p>the click of the key</p><p>the universe whimpers</p><p>a finger on the lips</p><p>disappearing into shadows</p><p>till only a glint</p><p>a hint</p><p>of a smile remains</p><p>----</p><p>bear with me.</p>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-2733725035108981522021-01-10T18:26:00.000+05:302021-01-10T18:26:22.460+05:30tattoo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
there are bits of you<br />
hidden under my skin<br />
my tongue baptized<br />
by liquid fire<br />
time stood still<br />
in the moments<br />
that you showed me<br />
the meaning of desire</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">---</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hitting publish on a draft from 2018.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Fuck It Energy in 2021.<br />
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Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-45473707346104276712021-01-10T00:13:00.002+05:302021-01-10T00:13:14.944+05:30The Cut<div style="text-align: left;">sharp as the memory</div><div style="text-align: left;">of a stolen kiss</div><div style="text-align: left;">a tongue cold as a blade</div><div style="text-align: left;">locking lips with the abyss</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">fingers that rove like mad dervishes</div><div style="text-align: left;">parting skin, digging in</div><div style="text-align: left;">spinning, gyrating, lodged into crevices</div><div style="text-align: left;">to reach deeper and touch the sin</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the whispers that lacerate</div><div style="text-align: left;">with the force of winter</div><div style="text-align: left;">leaving the mouth with a bloody taste</div><div style="text-align: left;">gritted teeth, each breath a splinter</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">this cut will not heal</div><div style="text-align: left;">it will only fester and bleed</div><div style="text-align: left;">till we refuse to feel</div><div style="text-align: left;">and watch a want become a need</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">---</div><div style="text-align: left;">Papercuts all over my hands. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-47379132409275879432021-01-07T00:31:00.005+05:302021-01-07T00:31:48.304+05:30The Eye<div style="text-align: left;">A floating orb<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All seeing</div><div style="text-align: left;">Unblinking</div><div style="text-align: left;">Filled with rage</div><div style="text-align: left;">A question </div><div style="text-align: left;">Bleeding through</div><div style="text-align: left;">A vision</div><div style="text-align: left;">Turn the page</div><div style="text-align: left;">Radiating</div><div style="text-align: left;">A dying sun</div><div style="text-align: left;">Darkness enveloping</div><div style="text-align: left;">Step up to the stage</div><div style="text-align: left;">Focus</div><div style="text-align: left;">On the focus</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tunnel vision</div><div style="text-align: left;">Engage</div><div style="text-align: left;">---</div><div style="text-align: left;">2021, no more hindsight.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-59133873865057382652020-12-25T20:55:00.005+05:302020-12-25T20:55:49.036+05:30The Bastard Again<div style="text-align: left;">fucker, heathen, sinner<br />loser, <a href="https://fubarpoems.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-bastard.html">bastard</a>, winner</div><div style="text-align: left;">floating on wings made of luck</div><div style="text-align: left;">how can you not give a fuck?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">did the world not bleed enough for you</div><div style="text-align: left;">did the blood not quench your fucking thirst</div><div style="text-align: left;">when the beeline formed to drink the blood of earth</div><div style="text-align: left;">with bloated belly, you were the bloody first</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">do your eyes still bleed tears or blood</div><div style="text-align: left;">does your mouth taste of coppery mud</div><div style="text-align: left;">does your hunger not fuck up your soul</div><div style="text-align: left;">and still you keep filling that hole</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">your face is now a bloody mess</div><div style="text-align: left;">for which sins now will you confess</div><div style="text-align: left;">now that things go from bad to worst</div><div style="text-align: left;">will your rotten core not burst?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />---</div><div style="text-align: left;">Merry Christmas!</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-75388988097040319542020-12-15T00:05:00.000+05:302020-12-15T00:05:03.893+05:30eat the blood<div style="text-align: left;">a shit eating grin</div><div style="text-align: left;">a scream </div><div style="text-align: left;">a tongue </div><div style="text-align: left;">snaking out</div><div style="text-align: left;">spilling poison words</div><div style="text-align: left;">venomous anonymous</div><div style="text-align: left;">what is real anymore</div><div style="text-align: left;">who murdered truth, justice, love</div><div style="text-align: left;">and other such afflictions</div><div style="text-align: left;">who will deny the answers</div><div style="text-align: left;">when the questions seems to change</div><div style="text-align: left;">transform with the seconds</div><div style="text-align: left;">break up and rearrange</div><div style="text-align: left;">till the broken finger is pointing back </div><div style="text-align: left;">at you</div><div style="text-align: left;">bone stubs pierce the skin like pine needles</div><div style="text-align: left;">falling down in the endless snow</div><div style="text-align: left;">that covers up the sins that we don't know</div><div style="text-align: left;">in this frozen wasteland</div><div style="text-align: left;">we hurt each other</div><div style="text-align: left;">we bleed each other</div><div style="text-align: left;">we hate each other</div><div style="text-align: left;">we need each other</div><div style="text-align: left;">till my blood is in your mouth</div><div style="text-align: left;">and my mouth is filled with taste of copper</div><div style="text-align: left;">you look at me and smile</div><div style="text-align: left;">with blood in your teeth</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">---</div><div style="text-align: left;">nightmares about teeth</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-15420253479608686322020-12-13T23:53:00.001+05:302020-12-13T23:53:26.676+05:30Angel Wings <div style="text-align: left;">teeth turned to embers</div><div style="text-align: left;">tongue turned to ash</div><div style="text-align: left;">thoughts turned to smoke</div><div style="text-align: left;">heart is an empty gash</div><div style="text-align: left;">the monster of flames</div><div style="text-align: left;">woke up sans a brain </div><div style="text-align: left;">only the command module chittering</div><div style="text-align: left;">with orders obscene</div><div style="text-align: left;">to go find an angel</div><div style="text-align: left;">bring her to this scene</div><div style="text-align: left;">bathed in a beatific light</div><div style="text-align: left;">unaware of the upcoming plight</div><div style="text-align: left;">till the board is ready for her to rest</div><div style="text-align: left;">till her strength will be put to test</div><div style="text-align: left;">the hammer and nail</div><div style="text-align: left;">not ready to fail</div><div style="text-align: left;">toss, turn, flail</div><div style="text-align: left;">but the iron sparks down</div><div style="text-align: left;">whimpering on the board bleeding</div><div style="text-align: left;">eating fire, drinking smoke, pleading</div><div style="text-align: left;">till only a skull remains in the blazing heat</div><div style="text-align: left;">grinning it denies defeat</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">---</div><div style="text-align: left;">it never gets better, it only gers worse.</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-58426334053085300602020-12-03T00:12:00.006+05:302020-12-03T00:12:47.821+05:30still alive<div style="text-align: left;">through the fire<br />through the flames<br />through the trials<br />through the games</div><div style="text-align: left;">still standing </div><div style="text-align: left;">suffering cracks</div><div style="text-align: left;">blue and black</div><div style="text-align: left;">with understanding</div><div style="text-align: left;">crowbarred vision</div><div style="text-align: left;">forced to see</div><div style="text-align: left;">all the things</div><div style="text-align: left;">that could be</div><div style="text-align: left;">but never were</div><div style="text-align: left;">for want of </div><div style="text-align: left;">one ingredient </div><div style="text-align: left;">or ten</div><div style="text-align: left;">then the drums start to beat</div><div style="text-align: left;">a lonesome dirge</div><div style="text-align: left;">a howl </div><div style="text-align: left;">a summon</div><div style="text-align: left;">gravel crunching </div><div style="text-align: left;">under an arched foot</div><div style="text-align: left;">a gun shot</div><div style="text-align: left;">a whisper</div><div style="text-align: left;">a prayer</div><div style="text-align: left;">a promise from a fool</div><div style="text-align: left;">still alive</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-29732413007773928732020-09-07T19:57:00.000+05:302020-09-07T19:57:14.211+05:30whispers<div style="text-align: left;">how do i whisper the words of longing</div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i whisper words of love</div><div style="text-align: left;">with a mouth full of ash</div><div style="text-align: left;">with ambers smouldering on my tongue</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i prepare myself</div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i get ready</div><div style="text-align: left;">for the fall that is visible</div><div style="text-align: left;">after flying long and hard</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i grit my teeth</div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i hold my breath</div><div style="text-align: left;">till my face is as blue as my heart</div><div style="text-align: left;">till my eyes see supernovas and stars</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i sift through the sand</div><div style="text-align: left;">how do i wade through this water</div><div style="text-align: left;">that threatens to burn me</div><div style="text-align: left;">that threatens to drown me </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-66519649203709573842020-09-06T15:26:00.006+05:302020-09-06T15:26:34.288+05:30Rain Fire<div style="text-align: left;">All that is left now<br />All left to be<br />An inferno from the skies<br />Target: me<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This self importance, narcissism </div><div style="text-align: left;">Waiting for gods to display their ire</div><div style="text-align: left;">Soul divided, this schism</div><div style="text-align: left;">All the pieces, waiting for the fire</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If nothing else, it would be</div><div style="text-align: left;">a pleasure to burn</div><div style="text-align: left;">Perhaps smother existence</div><div style="text-align: left;">Into a sliver of nothing</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-56519187970352263502020-09-05T18:23:00.006+05:302020-09-05T18:23:40.837+05:30Coronavirus Blues<div style="text-align: left;">There will be no vaccine<br />None</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are all going to get this shit</div><div style="text-align: left;">Even those inside will get hit</div><div style="text-align: left;">It won't be fun</div><div style="text-align: left;">Might as well get this shit over with</div><div style="text-align: left;">While there is still some hope dripping in this heart</div><div style="text-align: left;">While there is still some chance to play the part</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the bigger scheme of things</div><div style="text-align: left;">Because it would fucking suck </div><div style="text-align: left;">To be hopeless in mind and sick</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cuz this shit will infect everything</div><div style="text-align: left;">From the heart to the dick</div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe we are all sick already</div><div style="text-align: left;">So fucking sick</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-27562064565105809522020-09-05T18:20:00.001+05:302020-09-05T18:20:05.185+05:30Posse<p>The gang crowds over a table once again</p><p>Where this naked body, lies etherized </p><p>Someone complains about the stink</p><p>But no one does anything about the rot</p><p>They talk of gods and demons</p><p>Conversations linger like dragonflies</p><p>Over squalid waters on summer noons</p><p>Conversations drift like smoke from a dying cigarette</p><p>They discuss everything that needs to be done</p><p>In next moment, forgetting it all </p><p>They whisper one moment, and then yell</p><p>Forgetting the oaths that bind them to each other</p><p>Perhaps the world has already ended</p><p>Perhaps it's waiting for the death knell</p><p>Disinterested, they ask each other's well being</p><p>Removed from reality, they lie, all well</p><p><br /></p>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-22058739421566155822020-08-23T15:10:00.000+05:302020-08-23T15:10:27.162+05:30blood of the unknown<div style="text-align: left;">everything is on the line<br />while we lie everything is fine<br />but the water is up the knees now<br />and the smoke is filling our lungs<br />but we still manage to speak somehow<br />whispering in alien tongues<br />the sharks have smelled the blood<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the circle is getting smaller</div><div style="text-align: left;">and we are trapped in each other's arms</div><div style="text-align: left;">alive, yet suffocating</div><div style="text-align: left;">the kiss of life, becomes kiss of death</div><div style="text-align: left;">as we whisper sweet lies</div><div style="text-align: left;">to make the poison palatable</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-51683324518531675432020-08-21T17:35:00.003+05:302020-08-21T17:35:43.040+05:30The BastardThe stink that rises from the city<div>A souvenir of the world left behind</div><div>For no matter where we go, a pity</div><div>We fill the sewers in our mind</div><div><br /></div><div>The grinder in the gut, churning</div><div>The pain and discomfort, melt into one</div><div>The dumpster fire of thoughts, burning</div><div>Shadows dance to eclipse the sun</div><div><br /></div><div>Waking up wrapped in needles and pins</div><div>Covered in the stink of an alien reflection</div><div>Black book, black ink, jotting down the sins</div><div>Blood, sweat, tears, come all in one</div><div><br /></div><div>The whispered prayers go unanswered</div><div>The fog now covers the ground for miles</div><div>The roads forgotten, engine swerved</div><div>The bastard in the rear view mirror smiles</div><div><br /></div><div>----</div><div>I left this unwritten for the longest time. I guess every poem needs to gestate. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-18632463433870429752020-07-05T16:40:00.002+05:302020-07-05T16:40:59.677+05:30comfortThere is no comfort in this darkness<div>The ghosts have come alive </div><div>The closets spit out rotting skeletons</div><div>Thoughts buzz like bees in a hive</div><div><br /></div><div>This maelstrom of depravity will not subside</div><div>It only gets stronger with each moment</div><div>Common sense says run and hide</div><div>Curiosity says come see the end</div><div><br /></div><div>The rat keeps gnawing at the rope</div><div>The last tether to sanity </div><div>As masks fall away, grinning skulls appear</div><div>Hollow eyes leak out vanity</div><div><br /></div><div>The fall never kills you</div><div>You die when you land</div><div>If this hole is neverending</div><div>What else is left to understand?</div><div><br /></div><div>----</div><div>Have you ever wanted to scream?</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-32921960991854624542020-07-02T16:49:00.002+05:302020-07-02T16:49:56.177+05:30burn<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 15px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">petals of a rose </p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">layers of an onion </p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">the endless spiral</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">once blind</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">now <span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit;">third eye sees</span></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">things that should not exist</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">the fear turns to rage</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">the heart engine roars</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">let there be no peace</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">only the cleansing fire</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">mother sun</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">embrace me once more.</p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 15px 0px 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.01); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline: none 0px;" /></p>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-25611642290097729892020-06-25T13:31:00.001+05:302020-06-25T13:31:02.967+05:30we are all the samelittle fucking virus<div>filled with need and greed</div><div>seeking comfort and validation</div><div>perhaps a fuck or two</div><div><br /></div><div>a test tube of chemicals</div><div>slave to unknown masters</div><div>wrapped in chains of</div><div>rules and regulations</div><div><br /></div><div>a decisive division</div><div>between thought and action</div><div>does one lead to the other</div><div>or vice versa</div><div><br /></div><div>in the end it's all the same</div><div>those that slip up, are said as fools</div><div>we are all spinning in the same web</div><div>tied by threads of different colors</div><div><br /></div><div>-------------</div><div>Are my thoughts really my own or a culmination of everything that has been?</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-82436033071378265162020-06-13T19:07:00.002+05:302020-06-19T17:40:46.367+05:30swallow the floodthe water laps my knees <div>and everything is fine</div><div>i drink away my sorrows</div><div>in vodka and wine</div><div><br /></div><div>the water up to my thighs now</div><div>things swim and bite my toes</div><div>if I bleed, i do not care</div><div>if I can't see, it's not there</div><div><br /></div><div>the water rises and rises till my belly</div><div>the hollow filled with calories and lies</div><div>the machine in my gut complains</div><div>but I let the water rise</div><div><br /></div><div>up to my neck in this now</div><div>floating, forgetting to swim</div><div><a href="http://fubar69.blogspot.com/2020/06/chapter-10-killer-awoke-before-dawn.html">the water makes its way inside me</a></div><div>and i let it win.</div><div><br /></div><div>----</div><div>there is no point in writing a poem that would not kill you if it stays unwritten. this one is for the void.</div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-46741908408608706162020-06-10T16:51:00.000+05:302020-06-10T16:51:28.529+05:30A Post Tooting My Own HornThis is a post of self-fellation, or tooting my own horn, and as much as I dislike it, some things need to be done. <div><br /></div><div>There is a book out there. And in the rare case that you have missed it elsewhere, which you might have, I am still going to shove it down your throat here too. Now you might know this space for angry poems that do not make any sense, but I also write stories that do not make any sense. Why, you ask? Because nothing makes sense at all, would be my answer. </div><div><br /></div><div>You can read the book on Kindle or buy it and read it in your browser!</div><div><br /></div><div>Book: <a href="https://www.amazon.in/dp/B089Y12X1G/">https://www.amazon.in/dp/B089Y12X1G/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53931400-sea-dreams-and-other-mistakes">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53931400-sea-dreams-and-other-mistakes</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Broke because of Covid-19 but still like to read stories? Ask for a copy and I shall provide. Now don't ever think that I do not love you. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am off to write more poems that do not make sense. </div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698193974567617950.post-39879726629562001342020-06-08T11:48:00.000+05:302020-06-08T11:48:42.693+05:30Leaf in a Stormtwist and turn <div>crash and burn<div>impale the reason </div></div><div>let the guts churn</div><div><br /></div><div>doubt and horror</div><div>fear and terror</div><div>grin and bear it</div><div><a href="http://fubar69.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-mountain-of-flesh-and-bones.html" target="_blank">dead eyes stare</a></div><div><br /></div><div>face to face</div><div>close enough to kiss</div><div>how could we ever</div><div>let it come down to this</div><div><br /></div><div>is the world ending now</div><div>will we live through somehow</div><div>is the past a part of the present</div><div>are we living in the now?</div><div><br /></div><div>shall we continue to struggle</div><div>or should we let it go</div><div>will the leaf rise in the storm</div><div>or just flow?</div><div><br /></div><div>----</div><div>These are horrible times, but that's alright because we are horrible people.</div><div><br /></div>Pallavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597178864833810868noreply@blogger.com0