Peas march

Peas will prickle senses
And speak prevaricate
Posthumous stories.
This polyglot may listen
But finally procrastinated
Hunger will be plastered
By green colour and burp at
The processional march
Into stomach.
Some are meant to be devoured
Not empathized.

...

She clings

To the forgotten

Loyalty. Accident

Of emotions now

Calls itself obscene.

Past verses

Reincarnating memories
Did I feel something?
Through the still waters
And numb coldness.
I was in past then
And in past now.
Only places shift.

Oracle speaks

Diffusing

Message of oracle.

Still deciphering

Hither

Here
Forth is volcano
Gurgling its happiness
My breath is tornado
Forever trying to engulf you
And your are in my fist
Crushed in elation
I shall wake up before
There is a natural calamity

For Read Write Poem

Windy days

Errant wind

Blew your murky stories

In my lap.

I hankered for more storms.

Winds here