MONROE’S CREMATION

I am in tune. Pain feels like steps down a stairway in my heart where Monroe’s tears smudge her last mascara. Her virgin lips shinea defeated smile as the plastic red melts like afternoon skin. Down my heart’s stairway, she storms out out of glory, out of the silk-painted cotton dress that cracks with every …

ONION

Peeling the Onion ‘Onions make me cry.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I meant what I just said – “onions make me cry”.’ ‘Oh you are so prosaic.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I meant what I just said – “you are prosaic”.’ ‘Prose-ike! Well, there is no poetry in onion for sure!’ ‘On the contrary, onion …

SATIN

Where are we ? And what would you ask of me? you nor i can say, and i cannot repay you with tales of archetypal destiny, for i simply cannot perceive any. walking down a narrow street with smells ever amorous, it greets my senses with a foreboding applause. i see a lonely man wrapped …

IGNORANCE

Saffron indulges of the sensual mind. I left when hearts would not beat any longer for You or I, I walked till the ash of love resurfaced from ‘neath the ground and left with every step, a forest, unnoticed.