O' Flesh of Mine

Could you smell my flesh?

Burning raw in blood

With sooted mouth, and harrowing smell

It peels everyday, it bleeds every hour

This smell burns my eyes

I am blind, blind to hollowness

Heard the rituals of funeral moan

Thorough in verse, hoaxed to death

Nothing stops from the flesh to heal!

None cares to stop to see

Yet it hangs like a mortal curse

Forever, ever - a sm

elly terse

Dearest flesh, don't hang so low

Don't give up quick, don't take the blow

It makes you suffer, to become silt

It make you burn, till the tilt

Don't give up yet

The burning blood fate

Feel the grief of a larger pain

Don't let it rot, just in vain

O flesh of mine! I smell you through

Every night, you slither a rue

Understanding

Letter to Ma,

Understanding is base to commitments. When language seems foreign and listening becomes tenuous, words disappear. One will never understand a person goes through until the same situation encompass.

She is my solid support even to this day. I understand now her frustrations, her anger, her rogue moments.

Listening to her words in numbness, in my cold days. Her words swims through all my ages. One promise I seek is not make Ogu be part of my rogue.

Bottling up things is part of my growing, it continues. I have learnt it from you. I have mastered the art of being alone even in a crowd. I know, am absolutely different and so I stand alone.

I am strong to stand alone. To build my bridge of my troubled waters.

Thank you my dearest best friend,
Love you the most …
So scared to be without you

Uni, my freedom

You are my sins, you are my war

I have walked alone and come this far

You are my trouble, whom I set free

You germinate inside to become my tree

You are my rebel, you make me scream

You live inside and make me dream

I see you through, growing in slumber

I count your moments, as I remember

You make me exist

You are my soul, my words by far

You are my silence in my days
You make me high, set a bar
I see my dreams in your eyes
I see my future, where it lies

Uni, you are the reason now
I get my strengths through you some how
I will let you grow with every part of me
I will wait for knowledge that you'll see

Journey of a Mother

For nine months, it was waiting for a heart that kept on beating. It opened its fingers summoned me to create - a poetry, verse, a notion or a mind. The first time you feel that warmth makes you so much alive.

He is 14 months now and how my times flies, I have no idea. Someday, I will sip over a cup of coffee and mull over my journey. Ogu by then you will have your own perceptions and thoughts. It will be good to have a conversation with you to understand your political ideologies, literary inclinations, and taste of music.

My mother gave me the freedom to be "Me;" and I will do the same to you. I will enable you to get what you want to be, not restricting your imaginations - it might be how unreal it be!

Thoughts! Yet Again

When I said 'nothing', I spoke a lot

Some assumptions exposed, as we fought

My silences reveal meanings

For you cannot say, or know

And all your thoughts, you let it grow

It grows and dies,

With all my sins, I lie

When we spoke not once

Neither you nor I

Sat with empty mouth, with no words to shout

We don't understand the other

Drowned in senses, not to bother

Numbness seeps deep through

A pungent smell, I see it brew

A pattern stir deep

As we take a leap

Thoughtless nights, as I sit to wonder

What must I think? What must I ponder

I have become so blank

Where all my smiles sank

What do you see?

Ain't all feelings gone? 

I feel, I am yet again reborn

Birth is a new phase, or return to an old

Words that I collect from you every fold

Ask not me! Where I am lost

Why did I speak ? At what cost?

A sentimental foe fumes in 

I commit, I commit yet another sin!

Another mundane

Argument

Thoughts, I have spoken to you

In loop, iterating our perceptions

Thoughts, I had a coffee with you

In our evenings, when all work is done

 

Thoughts, when we took a walk

When words ran dry, sentences didn't talk

We ran from one argument to another

Consumed by mundane breather

 

Then, we pause for a while

Exchange a courteous smile

Part our ways

To begin a new phase

 

An argument to come

An argument to grow

A perception revealed by some

An assumption to throw

 

There, I see, you building a phrase

Punctuating your terms
Slowly crafting a tedious maze

Curating a chase

Our arguments grow, in a vicious flow
Words - peak and crest low
Voices of my head taste so numb
Neither I hear, nor can I sum

Arguments! yet again come with me
Words still flow, not meant to be
Get lost! you thought
Bother not me
Let me live peacefully in my ignorant abode 

Of Conversation!

Sometimes I ask, can I converse?
Of words sense, thoughts so terse
I know not words to soothe you
I know not pain to hurt through

In days like these, can I speak?
Of thoughts so pure, not childish!
I know I make a lot things rough
I know my days will become tough

Sometimes I wonder, how subtle can I be?
I speak some words for you not to see
I know you mean not those words of pain
I know still, my mind will sustain

Just when I think, these moments are mine
Everything around is an act of time
I know not how to be mature to you
I know how to have a conversation through

I know my words don't speak my mind
I never learnt to utter thoughts, sigh! a sigh!
I am versed to hold back well
Am scared dear, to reveal, to tell