Reclaim

In the marketplace of
time, buying cheap
chappals woven
by blind hands,
tresspass

Propriety’s red cloth
taunts the wild bull
euphemising the truth,
Don’t just stand there,
abuse

Ride her back, and as she
throws you like so
many grains of sand,
equivocate

In the ocean of this mind
breathing silent revolution,
pulsing with the againsts
of our torn out sentences,
dance

Clearing the
parched throat
of your cities,
terrorise

behind the bars
adorning the prison
of this impotent pen,
masturbate

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About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
This entry was posted in Atyachar, City, Could be verse, epiphany, Gothamisation, hypocrisy, It is written, middle class mithya, poetry, the apocalyptic real and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

5 Responses to Reclaim

  1. hestia says:

    fucking awesome, this one 🙂

  2. amu says:

    loved it. especially:

    “pulsing with the againsts
    of our torn out sentences,
    dance”

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