When He Fries My Heart

On a queue, I wonder if else drum the circulation

I could still love his prickling beard

Now the lane connects closer to the flames

Hence, the peak of my feet nail trips on him

He is on the pools of snow, while I shall bribe the sun

His smile butter me up on an oil

It taste numb yet too complete

It’s his hand stirring the selfless drools

I thought I’m breathing in soils of his arms

How does that ruins of skeleton trap carelessness?

I wished If I had disowned frying pan, oil and that flame.





mama must be amazed by the patterns sealed in her heirs


Playing is in their genes


yeah! champ fight over it. whose side I am hooting for??


Show is over, curtains are dragged down! meows

“What?” Their reaction though;


1: Shall we draw a curtain?

2: nah! that look is enough

1: Am I scary? are you telling me that I look scary? huh?

2: No..No! I meant You act well. you are pretending to be scary. And we have scared her though.

1: Do you know what? you should stop an act like human. Do not flatter me. Once, they butter their innocence, you shall glide your blackey wings on the blues.

Because He says I stink

And the tarts continued to scatter
one, on the right corner
where, I had plucked up thorns
mustered up earthy lime
nailed down my own beat
if it drummed again
I swore to revive
but it sloped on the next corner

next, on the left corner
lights flickered upon
I can’t recall what is tucked up there
I can smell the leftover vows
stinking at its best
must fetch on the beat
and tally up within me

Almost obtuse sight
heard a right and left corner high fives
I pinned down luck on the palm
flipped it over leftovers
and I found my beat overlapped
within the ruins of thorns
I thought I puked it in trash
leaped under the skin
jolted down the thoughts
I’m still a partner with leftovers vows

because he says I stink



Do not growl” She snaps at her protruding belly. “How cruel an empty pocket can be? It can’t even weight a petty cent and drools over a loaf of bread.”

I wish I could feed her” She smirks at her torn pocket. “oh! how poor it could be? Can’t even bothered to be empty like me, like her?”

” How can that person have a tons of cash? he has a credit card too. I can’t take it away and run. I don’t have shoe + my feet is on a peak of blisters. I can’t take it away and whistle like nothing happened. They will point out on my shabby make up I’m putting on. what shall I do? she is freaking out more than me” She caresses the belly.

wait, I have a magnet. It pulls in the thing I’m staring at- his money, a loaf of bread.”
Suddenly her hand loses the grip and the magnet drops in.

No magnet doesn’t attract such flashy things. Such an idiot I’m. He taught me about the Magnet, magnetic Field that day. That day when I crumpled the bed sheets while he enjoyed the singular feast I resisted. They said it should be beautiful. But it was not. it was not..”
She cries her dirt off
Everything that’s unusual, he comes off with my grave in
she sets her foot in and crumples the magnet.
“I need to feed her”

If I Smile Like An Idiot…. Will You Know It?

On the boxes of solemn lyrics

I need to halt that beating set

what if he hums my old la la la

and my beat slips out of the rhythm?

Next morning, I could pretend 

doze off silently on his arm pillow

clutch the freaking heart with the palm

and bribe it for the smile that I saved the last night


Once, they accused me of the tragic ending

whether I have been through

But, Trust me, I am twist-teller

I can thrive your lies and retell on your best

Now, he knows of the metaphor 

I have pickpocketed from his zipped drums

Oh! I must have been cautious

all those years where I dug and eclipsed it


Thus, he brags on my chin, lifting it

I can sniff on the breakfast that he just devoured

and I skipped for the saturated thumps I had

A while, on the crossed breath

I blame it on the air we exchanged

He chuckles on the reason I poured out,

then says,

If I Smile Like An Idiot, Will You Know It?

From The Whisper Of Street

Yesterday we were diving in liquor.. humming ‘drunk in love’
You drew white circle and named it moon for me
When u sipped your last drop..I fell for your Adam’s Apple

The glasses we used to drank is broken
I glued it, taped it..still scars there’s been

You got the new glasses from market
I heard from the whisper of the street
As I wait with my high heels on
She snaps a peck on yours of tons
As I heard from whisper of street