Her Body, The Battleground

she screamed into the camera

and became a voice of millions

someone called her a child of wealth

while someone called her fury fake

it all came from the mouth of an ill man

who would sit on his porch, almost at the death door

for how long should a fool ignore, the capitalism and greed?

he lost his shame when he started talking about her body

can a woman do something without being sexualized?

she sailed through the ocean to confess her anger

maybe the world needs more angry women

since a men can only talk about sex

when the floodwater rises, so does his fists

when the drought hits, his anger reaches peak

he needs someone weak to prove he is still a man

thus hiding violence under cover of crisis

Colonial Hunger

they fight with their bows and arrows

while facing the one standing with a gun

they fight with giants millionth times their size

in terms of wealth, they're richer than old pharaohs

they fight with the monsters lurking towards their land

to claim it as theirs but they weren't even born there

they set the stage and talk about love

while their hunters hunt the indigenous

The Great Collapse

children dying in the global south

we cannot drink oil and gas

coral reefs are dying in the ocean

we cannot eat coal and live

species are facing extinction

he keeps filling his vaults while 

children starve from hunger

and diseases spreading like wildfire

this poet finds it preposterous

why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?

to say out loud their names-

the one in power and the one pulling the strings,

its a game of power and money- 

an endless hunger of greed,

ecosystems collapsing

forests in fire, cracks in the land,

oceans are toxic and storms wrecking havoc

and the cost is the humanity that we must preserve

our own kind keep pushing their agenda, calling this crisis a hoax

people are dying across the globe

we cannot survive from eating coal

Not a Hoax

"the oceans are becoming more salty

our planet is turning into a complete gas chamber"-

to someone i sound like i am a case of immediate help

who needs serious knowledge on what a religious text has to say

you see the more the merrier is not the right saying

when it is breaking the natural balance

oceans are turning salty, trapping more devilish gases

coral reefs are dying that harbors most of marine life

climate change is as real as the death and not a hoax

its real as houses burning down from forest fire

its real as your world getting flood by floodwater

or rising sea levels that will soon reach your door 

The Political Circus

there is a clown in every political house

he who denies the climate crisis

and calls it a "hoax"

there is a clown in every political house

presenting his circus show

to please his own kind

there is a clown in every political house

who loves to be at balls and parties

thus betraying his own nation

Helpless in Crisis

in one dream this poet saw a horrific scene

where i was sitting on top of the house

and yet water had reached that high

submerging everything in its way

in the same dream,

i saw a child getting washed away

while his mother screaming for help, ready to jump

to rescue but is held back by others

this poet tried to jump

but my hands were tied in a chain

as i helplessly watched with tears in my eyes

i saw the child drown to the river bed

Defenders

they flooded the towns with screams

that was louder than voice of their leaders

they flooded the towns with their signboards

calling out for help in the global south

the indigenous living deep in the forests

fighting everyday with a giant

with force so brutal that breaks their legs

but they still stand up and protect the land

the rich continues to get richer

while poor is forced to eat the mud

someone has gold shining across the neck

while someone's eyes shine with sparkling stones

Mother and Child: Part-II

the little child with innocence in his eyes

trying to calm his mother down

as tears keep rolling down her eyes

he continues his search for food in the mud

he did found something he could share

but its just one rotten potato covered in soil

its crazy how he has to live with this

when he has barely spent half a decade on earth

the one with money flying in his private jets

throws his food away like its a trash

while the same child walks miles

with his mother in search of same trash

Mother and Child: Part-I

she kept on trying to calm her child down

crossing the floodwaters to reach the shore

while she held him high above her head

she almost drowned in that raging flow of water

she kept on trying to calm her child down

keeping her hopes high for the sake of child

to see him live a future she knows is not protected

but must give him one at the cost of her own life

Aftermath: Part-III

families searching for their loved ones

after the mud has settled to the ground

and water is flowing at normal pace

but all that left are the little memories

in forms of clothing, pearls or

in their decayed form as a skeleton

Aftermath: Part-II

they all witnessed the horror with their eyes

while this poet was horrified from what i saw on tv

families stuck between the flood water, holding each other close

gets thrown off from the height like a rock falling from a waterfall

how can that one fool sleep at night after watching this?

just a little message from him into local newspaper

and the story settles to the ground, never rising again

until more atrocious scenes baffles the mankind

Aftermath: Part-I

the town that once sat in the foothills

one night felt the terror of nature

someone was dancing with their lover

while someone was having dinner

and someone was playing with their kids

it all came down like the ruins of an empire

the rocks started to destroy the homes

then the water that followed swept away everything

Little Fuckers

there is no one this poet hate more than

those little fuckers with power in their hand

who would do nothing but sit back and watch

as the world continues to burn in the fire

there is no one this poet hate more than

those little fuckers with hands full of money

who sold their soul to build the empires

that run on the back of the poorest

there is no one this poet hate more than 

those little fuckers who have everything

but choose the silence as a way to escape

while the planet continues to cry out for help

House on Fire

the man set his own house on fire

and looked at the animals who are running away

he screamed at the trees for not taking the toll

even though ht was the one who started the fire

he blamed the clouds that won't rain

for bringing his house down to ashes

the man set his own house on fire

allowed the invasion of aliens

that destroyed him and all his principles

thinking it won't cause him the harm

forgetting a scorpion will bite your hand

even if you feed him

One Final Truth: The Prologue

dear readers

let me be an invitee to read these files

about the same place where you live but

chose to live in complete denial

don't be a traitor, don't ignore the cries

this place gave you oxygen, water, air and

every source meant for your survival

even in the adversity of times

dear readers

our house is on fire, the ice is melting

you're breathing smoke, and million species at risk

and each day a new revelation in these files

the man who drink champagne after

signing deals that harm your land

he lives in a palace built by his greed

while the future generations search for their place

One Final Truth: A Poetry Series

A poet can lie about his muse but he certainly cannot deny a universal truth. This poetry series is testament to a truth that even this poet cannot deny. Every line in the poems here is a scientific fact and not made up scenarios in this poet's head that i always romanticize for some reason. This poetry series marks my final chapter and as i head into it, i wanted it to be about something that is very important to me. Before i was a poet, a writer or anything, i was a climate justice activist. Art is a form of protest and i wanted to use my final words for something that i always stand for, which is climate justice. Its not just about climate change but also about social justice. If there is one part in the world where colonialism still continues to prevail then there is no  way that you can call this world a beautiful place to live in. Colonialism was and has always been the major root behind the current crisis and it was worsened by the capitalism. Leaders across the world continues to live in their million dollar mansions, flying in private jets to attend the climate talks only for them to never reach any concluding decision. Now and then a clown comes in power that halts even the little progress made calling climate crisis a "hoax". There is nothing this poet hates than those "little fuckers" and yes i like to use this respectful word for people like them who do nothing for their own people. 

This poetry series is called "One Final Truth" because its a truth no one can deny. Even if i might have lied in my previous poems or told a truth, it doesn't matter as climate change is a truth i cannot deny. Remember folks, the real power belongs to the people. This has started to now sound like a political essay and i ain't afraid of that because art has always been political. So support those who are with you in fight against climate crisis. I have made a playlist of songs from artists who openly support this fight, so go support them. The poems in this series are:

Main Theme Poem: One Final Truth: The Prologue

1. House on Fire
2. Little Fuckers
3. Aftermath:Part-I
4. Aftermath: Part-II
5. Aftermath: Part-III
6. Mother and Child: Part-I
7. Mother and Child: Part-II
8. Defenders
9. Helpless in Crisis
10. The Political Circus 
11. Not a Hoax
12. The Great Collapse
13. Colonial Hunger
14. Her Body, The Battleground

Seashells and Sorrows

The ocean is home to a curation of shells,

The type you admire, the kind you call into,

The ones that whisper stories the sea never tells.

The peach and the pink, the pastels and the white —

All of them bring such a sense of delight.

I trace my finger over each and every grove and indent,

Each fracture and dent,

Wondering what they have seen, and what places they went.

I wonder if they are signs — heaven-sent.

This poet wonders — does she know the truth that is grand?

The shell that is pretty mesmerizes those little eyes

While the sea calls out her name for help.

Sand between her toes and wind through her hairs,

She felt every emotion one feels at a shore.

The next scene was haunting — it took away her innocence.

Fishes started to wash up on the shore,

The water began to form bubbles.

As she looked at her mother, who

Whispered with her eyes- 

“Sorry, my precious little baby,

Forgive the humankind,

For the future we will leave behind.”

The Prophets of Broken Fates

The woman was a prophet,

though many forgot it.

She read the fates for others,

she helped many lovers.

Never once did she look into her own soul,

she never tried to find what would make her whole.

But one day, she wished on a star—

that she could find a love that would go far.

A man with a long beard prophesied his fate,

said he would meet someone great,

who orbits the same star

and would understand him—till they fell apart.

His life was a crowded place—

full of strangers who had promised to stay.

The man forgot his roots, forgot where he came from.

His fate, too, was read by another—who failed.

The Quiet Exit

Amidst the unsettling crowd of animals,

I still feel alone, even if you're sitting by me.

There is no cure for my loneliness.

The feeling is similar to what great poets must've felt—

that forced them to ascend from this land,

by escaping through a beautiful route called death.

It is a path with many pitfalls,

but I feel at home, drifting off into the emptiness.

It doesn't feel unlike the feeling of loss—

it comes with a sense of finality

that I have experienced before,

in some vague memory of the past.

Now, I'm floating offshore,

taking my final breath.

The Reply

I read it in the manuscript of yours where you called me out.

You said:

“I jumped off the boat because I found a hand to hold.”

My love,

you were not paying attention at all

Our boat would have drowned

carrying the weight of us

if I had stayed any longer,

with no hint where we should go

It felt right in the moment

You were keeping our hands tied

I wanted to let go

before I sink us to the floor

it was a test

that I don't know if I failed or passed—

but it was fate’s plan

I couldn't change

The Question

i refuse to let your absence define my love for you

Is it that you're not here, now that I know your true value? No

I gave you the warning signs that you were losing me

Your grip around my hand was becoming too weak,

and my lips were turning red in pain

but you looked at my face and screamed,

“We are just fine"

We were a passenger on a boat whose sails were torn,

but I still held hope we'd cross these waters,

and reach the land,

i thought maybe we would find peace once we reach the shore

But you jumped off the boat—

because you found someone else to hold

Velvet Coffin: An Epilogue

mirror on the wall reflects my pain

it is a witness of my harsh reality

the pain i romanticized about someone

is a fake reflected image of my thoughts

the pain i never wished to tear my flesh

is the real persona i try to hide

A Solo Heart

I was always on my own

even when i was deserted by you

for months, your silence haunted me

and a battle continued to rage in my heart

as i set out to seek the answers-

"are you there? are you alive?"

that futile simmer turned gray

which was meant to be full of love

i held meetings in my mind

my heart was asking to believe you

but my mind concluded you betrayed me 

Stars That Once Spoke

this affair was never fated to turn into love

something that started under the moon and stars

something that was ill fated from beginning

now who should i blame? you or me?

i carried us up the summit

but you and i were both sick

the clouds were turning gray

and everything began to disappear in the haze

the castles we built, the promises we made

turned out to be a mirage in my mind

you never meant a thing

i was a tool to fulfill your greed

a savior in times of crisis but you forgot about me

i longed for your love whole summer

even when i knew i was a prey 

A Passing Object

for who i am right now,

i'm but the result of someone's monstrous generosity

first they would show you the bright colors

and later sink their teeth into your skin

was it a cactus hidden among the flowers?

or was it a snake in the lake?

this poet couldn't differentiate as

they both share their thorn and fangs with you

and for so long, i tried to make sense of it all

only to realize i was a passing object you never needed

The Last Appeal

two years ago, on Christmas eve,

i made an appeal and stood in your court

i asked you to revoke my status-

from a stranger to a lover, or friends who love each other

but you declared me guilty

and sent your troops, with cannons aimed at my gate

if you had asked me, "will you survive?"

my answer would've been a big no

but here i am writing this one final ode

because i finally survived in that war

Grief in the Fog

sitting by the grave of our love affair

lavender fields are now left barren

echoes of your voice lingers in the hall

and words i penned start to haunt

3 years gone by in blink of an eye

winter nights and fog touching the ground

blurred my periphery, left no space for closure

can someone tell me for how long should i mourn?

Sacrs and Wine

i showed you my scars

and you licked them as if they were a wine

healed my deepest wounds

just to make space for new ones

i showed you my scars

and in desperate times became my beacon

killed my ghosts chasing me at midnight

just to become one in my life

Departure

you are a loss i will forever mourn even in my sleep

paralysed by the ghost of you that haunts me in dreams

i gave you my heart till you bleed it out

forced me to say words i never once believed

they say people are always blinded by the truth

"forever lost" is truly the lost case

i was here bleeding at the shore

when you departed to another sea

Thought Born Ghost

you ate my heart with your bow in it

while i had a choker around my throat

and without the one which would keep me alive

my body forgot its work and gave up

i sacrificed myself for a ghost

that was born in my thoughts

i tried to touch your face

but it started to fade away 

i kept on screaming your name

trying to reach your hand

but you were never here-

you never hurt me,

you never slit my throat

you never tasted me like wine

Naked Gaze

i can't get enough of your stares

as if they want to leave me in ruins

by eating my flesh and bones

i can't get enough of your stares

as if they want to undress me

without you ever touching me

Sacred Ritual

let's meet tonight in cemetery 

to perform our sacred ritual where

i hold you close and we dance in the dark

there is a sword in my back

and a glass of wine in your hand

to fill it with my blood

let's meet tonight in cemetery

to perform our sacred ritual where

you betray me for one last time

as you're kissing me and pushing the knife 

deeper and deeper into my heart 

and sky echoes with my cries

Be My Death

be my death and wear my bones

be a ghost in my life and

come to haunt me every night

i'll sit at the cemetery

or you can sit by my grave

just for once be my death

a reason i could happily die

life feels too much

let it be one of my escape

use your knife and

make me bleed till

all that is left are my bones

or be a ghost in my life and 

come to haunt me every night

Velvet Death

slit my throat with a sword

speak in a language only we know

look into my eyes with that daring gaze

that knows the secret you once spoke

"i love you" is what your lips said

with your hand around my throat

i was struggling to breathe and

you kept on confessing with each soft breath

Your Signature

your imprints on my throat

they all speak my biggest truth of

the night we both held each other close

and your lips marked my whole body

your imprints on my throat

a sword you entered into my heart

watched me bleed and smile

don't rain those tears tonight

Trigger

let me be the danger you carry around

darling place your gun on my head

pull its trigger when it feels too much

even if i'm hanging by the thread

I'm bleeding while lying on the ground

my imbecile lover's sword in my chest

let go of my hand and don't be my savior 

save yourself before heaven falls upon us

Velvet Coffin: A Poetry Series

My last poetry series "Valleys to Jump Into" haunted a few of you and i believe it was not really my best work but i did got many compliments from friends who texted me how much they liked it. So thank you for that. Now its obvious why i am here and the reason being a new poetry series is on the way. Its my departure from something dark to even more darker work. However this time you won't need therapy because its laced in the color pink, meaning its sprinkled with love even if it might be dark, sadder. This new poetry series is called "Velvet Coffin".

This poetry series is something that i have always wanted to write. It is not just about the theme of it but about the people who inspired it. Its about the love that destroys you but also about loving the pain that comes from a different kind of love. In simple terms, this series is about finding love in every bleeding caused by the lover and finding pain in every hurt caused by a lover. It uses swords, knives, guns, cemetery, blood, black rose, wine, cigarette, constellation, stars etc as a metaphor to convey all my feelings. That is why this series is divided into two parts: Part-I romanticizes the pain you want from a lover and Part-II confronts the pain that came from the other lover. That is the whole poetry series surrounds the theme of "pain". To some, this may read like toxicity. To me, this reads like a worship. Even if i'm bleeding, i want to smile. And when i'm smiling, i want to find the hurt that one hide behind a smile.  I wrote the Part-I about someone whose character is nowhere near what is written in poems but i cannot confirm that about the character from Part-II. The poems in this series are:

Part-I

1. Trigger
2. Your Signature
3. Velvet Death
4. Be My Death 
5. Sacred Ritual 
6. Naked Gaze
7. Thought Born Ghost

Part-II

1. Departure
2. Scars and Wine
3. Grief in the Fog
4. The Last Appeal
5. A Passing Object
6. Stars That Once Spoke
7. A Solo Heart

Main Theme Poem: Velvet Coffin: An Epilogue