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