Young blood

Brimming with energy Chest popping to the tune of the Piper Breaking sweat over hearts of women Trying on every pot of danger He’s young, round and brown Comely brood like a freshly baked bread Oozing pheromones or gunning after them Oh! chemical romance Simply a cart to their hormones Brainless chariot of reckless adventures…

Artsuy

Dear Artsuy, I hope you still hear the cockcrow every morning A crow of Renaissance, of the past you left behind Same crow that Seeped into your ears as a child, through adolescence and maiden-ship The nature-bought sonorous call back to life That awakens from the short spell of death To foil the toll the…

Low key

Man, Oh Mankind! When things get rosy & cozy, we often get overjoyed & delusional. We assume the same for others with conflicting fate & mood. We perturb ’em with our superflous ‘Cinderella story’ out of frenzy, & partly in an effort to create, artily, a representation to edify our image…while we stage a lockdown…

Balance

Much is yet to be known About one’s survival in the cold The goosebumps, the shivering and folds The numbs, the clattering, and shrivel from the biting cold Awakening the energy that stirs within, untold Streaming in vessels with the steam of warmth Hands buried in hide, to shield the warmth That sips between the…