From a mannequin

My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…

Written in eternity

Stab me and prod me,And clip both my wings,Hurt me and mute me,And burn all my things. Stab me and prod me,But just know my name,‘Coz when I will rise back,I’ll be doing the same. ~ Hurt me and mute me,But watch as I grow,From ashes to fire,A fire on snow. ~ Come now and…

Sandcastles

Glinting a shade of amber,On the boundary of gold,Eyes fixate at summer rays,The last ones bright and bold. Feet dig deep in golden ground,Hands carve onto sand,The wind whistles in ears both,And drops dead to the land. The summer sun will always set,The wind will always die,Does not mean winter will not,For it always passes…

The best kept secret.

It’s awe striking how I, ebullient and bold, am the best of the secrets yet to be told. So many try to listen, so many wait in pain, to get to know the secrets, of all of my refrains. So many think of joy, so many think of mirth, hidden to the fact, that it’s…