Friday, September 19, 2025

Verse


It's funny 

How things zoom in 

When viewed with fondness -

Little details come to fore

Details that were there always!

But blurred in this masquerade

Where 'I' remain the axis.


What if the spotlight is set on 'U' instead?

Is there a name for this shift?

Poets and story tellers,

Painters and sculptors 

All seem to harp about this shift

In their own tongue!

Dodging words and donning symbols.


But the little fleck that I am, 

I muse on the kernels

That crush under your molars

And stain your lips a blood red!

Akin to the stains of this shift

That linger in my world, my word and view

Bleeding into the mundane

And making it rich with the hue of hope

Of catching a glimpse 

Perhaps of the love that you so deftly hide

Under the nonchalance.

Or Perhaps of you - in the carefully arranged array

Of countless seeds 

Crushing under my molars

Flooding me with this venom like elixir.


Alas, The way I seem to make the biggest fetish

Out of pain.


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