broken w(h) ine

DuSt oF thY veins forms an emasculate ember

I want to feel this candle , not burn it with my desires .

I am evil

In this joint present

I make up my past

From the chalked identities , I present

I am No -Body

No soul

No worth

This is as subtle as the inscription on my scar

Invisible

Starlet

Slave of time

A grain of dirt in the hands of this created past

Left …

THE TWO TOWERS

do i come to you ?

that question eclipses the anxiety irrigating my anger

just one day

Few hours of friction

I slip down the staircase of seasons we shared

we rejoiced

we smoked .

the urging finger writes this with moods of affairs .

i have dreams to sell

what would you buy ?

i ask not for you to be great but only that you be everything that make s you .

i am in distress amongst fellows

this distress should make thee resolute

for a return

for an inward parting ,

temporal blessings haste like a dream , beauty fades like flower, a single life disappears in a flash.

the tired day runs me down and dies

the same night wears through

and no hour is as that flower

that flower without the dew.