a gruesome day

a gruesome day, today
i was dragged down from my bed
before my eyes opened.
with heavy head
 i was inundated 
in the wicked cold water tub
naked, unable to fight
goose bumps shrouded my blue skin
from head to toe

and before i managed to gather my soul
my mouth was stuffed, with
porridge tasting of paper

that slimy thick white grains
attacked my tongue
and ambushed my throat
with no mercy
like hot water ran down a pipe,
flushed everything on its way.
i forced to swallow that puke like meal
for not a single grain was allowed
to be left out

apparently, 
the torture was just begun
i was taken to a place i detested most
the smell of 'pine scent' liquid
made me puke even more
it reminded me of aliens' blood
green, slimy
glow in the dark thing

i intended to run
i knew i couldn't
desperately i cried,
nobody came to help
they tied me instead
like a nasty villain
i was treated.

on that cold room
seated on a horrible stool
i sensed the execution chair!!!
i shouted in fear
they shut my mouth up
and knocked me down 

as the heavy clouds got darker
and gave birth to horenduous rain
the bulb in this room
started to sway
right left, left right
that hanging pendulum
hypnotized the time
mocking me and
added the tense
i felt in my chest

my heart pounded so hard
till you heard miles away from here
like "whalt whitman's beat of drums"
it would come to you
a nightmare i gave as a free gift
bum bum bum

(clock stopped ticking
a respect to the sound in my chest)

hands and legs tied,
they stabbed me
injected  haft-dead creatures
into my vein
they made them swim
in my blood
traveled through my body

those monsters,

not one, but thousand of them
invaded and stayed
in me for a time
i couldn't tell
they took control of me
i had no choice, had i...?
but to surrender
to them,
i was officially  inhabited
by aliens and monsters.

not one,
but thousands of them

today, in the gruesome day…



*  vaccination day in the eyes of a kid

under the old meranti

 under the old meranti*
a young boy sat, weary
as his tears thicken to sorrow
he casted a quest of tomorrow

my dad took my girl
my mom slept with her dad
pride no longer lingered
i couldn't even see what's near
so, why should this ragged soul be here?

why not hang it on the neck of the old meranti?
to decorate the cold gray grave
to be written on the dead sign
of the dark peaceful coffin
the place where i could hide
from the light and from what might

old meranti, bow to me now
for i need to hurry
before my neighbors wake and see
all that happened in me
and throwing stones
judging me
for being poorly,
me...


*meranti= tropical tree, strong and big.        

storm in my pot

he brewed the storm

in my coffee pot

it spun like a top

and spilled what's inside,

out.... 

its a love poem, after all

i thought i began to write phrases

of red roses and purple haze

two hearts in one place

you called it love in a velvet case

young and fresh

as mint and lemon oil

burnt in an aromatic pot

filled up the air

with  the pleasant scent of love

you and i

side by side

perfectly abreast

they asked,

love at  the first sight?

no,

it just happened

at the last sight,

last night, to be precise…

i thought,

it was a blasted grace

a new phase for us to gaze

to write new phrases

phrases of love,

i supposed…

i thought,

it was love

problems wouldn’t be counted

no!!

not yet…

after  all, its a  love poem

was it not?

sorry, no lights

i stitch the moon beams

with my aching veins

and drag the gleams

with the pleated reins

i keep them beneath my feet

under the crackling beat

of those darkest lights...

under the colorless shadows 

of the time

moonless nights
sleepless brides
forgive me
for painting your light
in black...

old strumpet's limp epic

i met an old and limp strumpet
down in the damp alley
at the corner of the city
enchanting melodious madrigals
for only the night wind could bear

cigarettes smoke, heavy breath and
the smell of death
wafted through the air
thickening the ominous rage
of the old and limp strumpet

she waved her hands
to the lad of tyrant
wished he would be the sweet epilogue
of her epic route
the macabre episode
of her hackneyed soul

but the sweet young lad didn't lend his heart
he handed her a golden epaulette instead,
which belonged to his old dad
a medallion of the old-time lust

the time when he saw a girl being smirched
in the damp alley, at the corner of the city

like a hailstorm bit the harvest
nothing good was left
a girl of twelve
bellowed with pain
alone she moaned in the rain

no one estoppped the profanes
from torturing her body
and crushing her mind...
into the murky pond,
she was drawn
for so many years...
she couldn't count ...

the bloody memory etched her mind
this old strumpet still clearly saw
the man with the golden epaullete
joined the haemal festivity for another 20 years...

here in the damned old alley....

lil mar 'ry'

it was dusk

the evening creeping on

the darkness thickening into night

the cold air embraced this little body

fiercely strangled, choked her future

to the hands of that human beast

poor marry cried in vain

dragging the dead little lamb in pain

blood dripping from her thighs

oozed from her virginity

and turned the ocean crimson red

as red as the disgraced moon blanketed in flame

alone,

marry heading down the path

dictated by her sorrow

only to see…

a girl floating in the air

holding a bleeding lamb tightly in her arms

marry tried to outcast her despair

as she gazed the shadow

of that little girl with her little lamb

motionless, breathless

unable to fight for her life

against the nasty desires

of the human beast(s)

tears of blood damped the chilly sand

the blood that dyed the world

into the color of death

all joy was darkened

the mirth of the land was gone

the earth mourned and languished

for the curse had devoured the air

wailed, you mothers

be ashamed human beasts

for the sea had spoken

               “i swallowed your slain daughters”

and the earth proudly declared

               “her virgin blood was mine”

the nights shrouded with dark fog  

and the silent hubbub

escorted her soul

into the hadal realm

of the abyssal sorrow….