I like to kill birds And see them flutter Their wings, While they lie, almost dead, no chirps to utter. I like to skin rabbits, After I cut their throat With a blunt knife That pierces through their coat. I like to unstring guitars And strangle kids with the strings, Then hide their… Continue reading Under-romanticised Poetry
A poet has seven lives - Three he dwells in heaven; three he burns in hell; One, in the sea of life he dives, And drinks at the edge of the hollow, bottomless well. In this life here, I saw you, o woman in red. Beaming with the sky’s glow – full of stars, And inside,… Continue reading Woman in Red
Woman of sins; Switch the lights off And bolt the door away, While I unbutton my soul That has, to you, come astray.
We see poetry in different forms; In the glaze of the fire, In the wind that chills our spine, In the sea with its gallant waves, And more. I saw it in you - Beside me, clad in the warmth of winter's warmest clothes. With the jingles of the windchimes in enchanting soundness - In… Continue reading Discovering Poetry