Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8 (Rakhi Rudra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Well me back again.Missed du.
A reason.
19th march 2012:
Was my friend’s birthday
We had conversations,disturbing
I came back pretty badly drunk
Had a hangover worst,
Made me wipe out my poems
At the same time
Gap-ly,
she and me shared hitting words
I couldn’t convey the
Reason,she wasn’t for my leaving here
I wanted her words.
Found hanging & repairing hers ...
Was my friend’s birthday
We had conversations,disturbing
I came back pretty badly drunk
Had a hangover worst,
Made me wipe out my poems
At the same time
Gap-ly,
she and me shared hitting words
I couldn’t convey the
Reason,she wasn’t for my leaving here
I wanted her words.
Found hanging & repairing hers ...
72 reads
6 Comments
Come back.
Come back
Redeem me
No tit- for- tat for- tit
Teeths for teeths
White flag
Truce
Truce
Truce.
Redeem me
No tit- for- tat for- tit
Teeths for teeths
White flag
Truce
Truce
Truce.
65 reads
Locked in dreams.
There is something between
you and me which oscillates timeless
not noisy yet in its
faint existence
lived
did it pull me back?
i know no yet
i want it unspoken
be in my muse
not in my reality
so it never times, never a
...
you and me which oscillates timeless
not noisy yet in its
faint existence
lived
did it pull me back?
i know no yet
i want it unspoken
be in my muse
not in my reality
so it never times, never a
...
114 reads
7 Comments
Nothing late.
You certain
a stoned tongue in bones
rubs me blur slowly
half praying rebels in smoke
and how i sway the other day
diluvian parts of mine
cutting every after vision
unwatched building dark
i ran my mind
in your voice legibly,
slathered
i was complex
inked inward cure..less
in your brusies once and all
you wanted me wireblack
nights preceds in ghost,latched
just as wind bloods and
blades,
...
a stoned tongue in bones
rubs me blur slowly
half praying rebels in smoke
and how i sway the other day
diluvian parts of mine
cutting every after vision
unwatched building dark
i ran my mind
in your voice legibly,
slathered
i was complex
inked inward cure..less
in your brusies once and all
you wanted me wireblack
nights preceds in ghost,latched
just as wind bloods and
blades,
...
66 reads
2 Comments
Shower death.
She put him to bathe,
with curtains bullying him
breathing his badge,
he shivered slim
his muscles were now sound
of revolts
sits jacketed in bathtub
equal to water his feets
summer carries its hot iron
in air,
from bathroom window seen
by her
he wailed and waisted around her
microven beeped
withdrew her hands
from his chest selling
horror,
finally he spoke mommy
i was inside you after 10 minutes when ...
with curtains bullying him
breathing his badge,
he shivered slim
his muscles were now sound
of revolts
sits jacketed in bathtub
equal to water his feets
summer carries its hot iron
in air,
from bathroom window seen
by her
he wailed and waisted around her
microven beeped
withdrew her hands
from his chest selling
horror,
finally he spoke mommy
i was inside you after 10 minutes when ...
68 reads
2 Comments
Less erotic than i wanted to spill,so dark.
I want
make love to you'
not with blank heads
and exhausted beds
but thru words
i want to research your
evenings in tables
with well
placed astray
touch s.i.n.s,sanely
Insane.
smell hiddens
till we end up blanketed
feel cold to its coldest and
become graves of each...
make love to you'
not with blank heads
and exhausted beds
but thru words
i want to research your
evenings in tables
with well
placed astray
touch s.i.n.s,sanely
Insane.
smell hiddens
till we end up blanketed
feel cold to its coldest and
become graves of each...
148 reads
10 Comments
Glued gloom.
Darkness has a
sea thru me
darker than papa's coat ever
stinging male's
scent into pockets
eyes lacerate thru paper
...sounds roll wall,the
pyre burning
calm
i smell grey black
pump and drag out breathe
blue cottons,depressing exhale
Yes i've peace but ...
sea thru me
darker than papa's coat ever
stinging male's
scent into pockets
eyes lacerate thru paper
...sounds roll wall,the
pyre burning
calm
i smell grey black
pump and drag out breathe
blue cottons,depressing exhale
Yes i've peace but ...
76 reads
5 Comments
Crossed.
Never could she cement her grief
like funeral in noon,dries up in sun but fluid in real drama.
rumoured crowd
is shifting dusty
in roads narrow
she sides road's parallels like a song long ago,
smoking in trance
vapors across her breast
oh the scene!
something swells like it shouldn't
...
like funeral in noon,dries up in sun but fluid in real drama.
rumoured crowd
is shifting dusty
in roads narrow
she sides road's parallels like a song long ago,
smoking in trance
vapors across her breast
oh the scene!
something swells like it shouldn't
...
78 reads
6 Comments
Born in dark
Your perfumed phrases
pitless dream did i sail
how infant i'm
tranquil covering shores
i'm better composed than rest
gentle do i reside in stuffed ashes
of your vanity
longing a roof golden by sun
and silver by moon,
is it too bothering
the stillness
like a white fog on lake
sweet syrup in your love
Is my madness enough red ?
steam me by your invisible sin,
here...
pitless dream did i sail
how infant i'm
tranquil covering shores
i'm better composed than rest
gentle do i reside in stuffed ashes
of your vanity
longing a roof golden by sun
and silver by moon,
is it too bothering
the stillness
like a white fog on lake
sweet syrup in your love
Is my madness enough red ?
steam me by your invisible sin,
here...
54 reads
2 Comments
Looped.
You're anxious of your own kind
baits dream silk burning
ever stinging singing and seeping
into my walls like rains on ruins unbridled
I smell dark longer
than an immortal day
awaiting me,like an unquiet engima
but am I to break...
woke up empty and rounded death
strecthing blur into more blur
i can't bread wishes ...
baits dream silk burning
ever stinging singing and seeping
into my walls like rains on ruins unbridled
I smell dark longer
than an immortal day
awaiting me,like an unquiet engima
but am I to break...
woke up empty and rounded death
strecthing blur into more blur
i can't bread wishes ...
95 reads
9 Comments
Shadows.
are the talking deaths..
93 reads
4 Comments
Poetic solitude.
Where isolation itches my
window panes gangrenous
i possess a cloud
a nourished black one!
that bags my tears
while the woman
in me letters frail
in sweet sweat motional ink
for sometimes sadness is the
crude form of ambush childless
the greed in me
phlegmaticly wanders your
rare land
and alone
you become another tale
of pretty woman
roadless in smoke. ...
window panes gangrenous
i possess a cloud
a nourished black one!
that bags my tears
while the woman
in me letters frail
in sweet sweat motional ink
for sometimes sadness is the
crude form of ambush childless
the greed in me
phlegmaticly wanders your
rare land
and alone
you become another tale
of pretty woman
roadless in smoke. ...
78 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8 (Rakhi Rudra)