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…

Just a human

I’ve just turned into a human:Craving mastery over that-That translucent,Crumbled parchment,Pallid bodily air.And I wonder what my feet do,‘Coz I am meant to fly,O! I’m volatile,just volatile, aren’t I? I’ve turned into a questionOne I ask myself a day,Shutting myself to the darkness-Bleak,Melancholy darkness.Yet, I wish to see the light,Fall upon that lie,But, am I…

A Confession in a Tanka

Exhilarating, That day, when I stabbed the sky, The world slept in peace, The horizon bled to dawn, And I killed, ruthlessly, the night.