Kaboom!
I shoot myself
Kaboom!
Here we go again

In the head Henry,
In the head

On a summer's night,
I killed you.
I panicked, and cried
And picked up the telephone.
"Hello, I killed a man,
He is dead, I could have ran
But I love him and I'm bold,
His scones and tea have turned cold;
In the drawing room carpet he lay,
As if asleep like yesterday,
I took a knife and stabbed him thrice
His favourite food was curry and rice;
He came back home everyday at three
He would rush into my arms and hug me
He kept my picture on display
And smiled at me everyday,
I stabbed him thrice and shot him twice
And held his body and cried all night
I proved to be a killer this time
Instead of being a loving wife;
Arrest me and take my life"

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you husband is gone
It has been 10 years and forlorn,
It was the rain when you came to me
And he was lying beneath the tree,
A car had hit him a night on May
I remember everything clear as day
His love hasn't set you free,
You are delusional,
Can't you see?"

My Japanese house is made of four walls,
North East with Kita
And South West with Tsurugi,

I painted my walls with nail chips that I bought from my land,
It's inhabited with skunk tails and sesame seeds,
I paint my walls for five scores and ten.

I bring unto my love into this foreign land,
splendour with Shobu and Lily,

I lie in peace and quiet as I stare at my Japanese walls.
The paint crumbles and falls upon me.

I really like ducks

They are yellow

Ducks are cool.

I like them a lot.

It's not fair
I have loved you immeasurably
I have loved you too much,
I have loved you every time you took my name,
I have loved you even when you left
I have loved you when everybody else left,
I have loved every part of you.
I have loved you even when my heart could bear no more
I have loved you even when there were no fireworks when you felt low and down
I have loved you when you turned to look at me and your eyes sparkled with life
I have fought against slavery
But I'm bound forever.

Release me never.
Thank you for loving me.

How hurt are you,
Brother how hurt are you.

Are you tired of your fruitless attempt of falling love
And chasing sunsets,
How hurt are you.

Who hurt you brother?
Who hurt you?

Was it a pile of rubble
Or the midnight train,
Who hurt you?

Are you dead brother,
Are you dead?

You have died a thousand times in your heart
And shot a bullet through your head.

unzip my flesh and trace my lips
hath Lucifer
I give you this;

genteel hands that choke my neck
tongue in ears
how could I forget

your lustful eyes
that I would kiss

unlock my heart,
666

My mind isn't at ease
It has sailed from Salisbury to Atlanta to eclogue of Greenwich

What has religion defamed me into,
I seek the meaning of life;

I had a tree back in the Indian Summers of May,

It had dried and summoned poison in recluse,
It is dead.

I'm terrified

There is no escape

Salem Witch trial

Burnt me at stake

I'll never again find a love so consuming,
Like swallowing pills and rainbows and paper clips;

I hope to find my grave in a playground;

I hope I can fly kites, in the storm
With little hints of sunshine, blue and ice
Precarious green ribboned dolly,
Have I lost my mind?

I'll never find a love so consuming
Come may the sands of time

I have a crazy *** appeal,
My fruit of time is in-between conscience thoughts and no protection

My threats of sanity lie between lust and your timeless ticks of sweat as they drip from friendly lines of maturity and trust
Whom should I trust?
Am I your friend?
I have no friends

I chew the base of my thumb like you lick the insides of my brain,
Another worldly combustion I feel nonetheless to my ulterior motives
As I ride on your pink pony of sweet faith,
My sunsets drip on your flesh,

My love is like a fly sitting on your neck,
licking off sweat
As you close your eyes and tilt your hair,

My boom breaks into a million Constellations

In all seriousness, looking woebegone in a plight to chase hyacinth in a pile of snow,
regardless of synecdoche of your embarrassment;

In a four-wall Angry **** soul of doom,

We are laying on a pile of Cacti,
Fibonacci sequences of nature adding thorns
To miniature quilts and houses,

You dig and get more cacti,
And you bury yourself beside it.

You are fifteen,
You can run

You can keep running
Into green fields and Sunshine

You don't need to look at death, politics
Or your untied shoe laces

The movie is black and white
It's 1989

Lately, with the epicurean taste of life,
I have failed to realise the invasion of loneliness,

Catastrophic humiliation regarding pushing
Through the bristles of life,
I have failed to achieve the medicinal impoverished Mentally stable
Fully functional **** Sapien;

The psychological impact of a dying moth inside a glass full
Of flowery decor
I have failed to notice the nectar of life.

Man is no more gregarious;
It's an off beat 60's Chevy with rotten music

Aren't we all a little foolish?
We went back in denial to lose it again
Aren't we all a little needy?
Wrapping arms and memories
Leaving by boarding a train

Aren't we all a little in love?
Having fetishes to dance in the rain

Aren't we all a little insane?
To want things that cause us pain

~Sukanya Basu

Epicurean boisterous lad,
Had an animal farm in the late 90's
Had windy hair and dusty gloves

Used to shoot in daddy's farm,
Sheryl's ***** bottle she had shared with men
And a couple of animals

He had a parallax view
And the patriarchal buzz
And, a moustache with whipped cream from the dairy farm

He missed his shot,
Mary
When she walked past him without a clue

In times, I wonder where it had flown
In lakes or gleams
In seas or beyond;

Jamaican tail and feathers blue
My daughter had a pet cuckoo

She made a little spur of glee
And sounds that hurt my knees
My daughter adored the scorned bird
Her love for the creature was rather absurd

The fretful bird paid no attention to me
Until that night in the winter of '93
When she curled her feathers and looked at the sky
And stared at me with mournful eyes

She died that night and and saw through me
My memories of my child when she was three

One day I'll stop sending songs to you
And we'll retreat on to open fields
We'll dance with wrinkled socks
In the Artic between bears and seals

We'll find a way and paint pretty skies
I'll finally get to see you laugh with the sunset in your eyes

One day, I'll stop pretending to hate you
And hold you tight

I hope that one day will come someday,

And it shall last from morning to the night.

soft fur

methyl scented grass

little black eyes scampered

bit off the ends

chewed and then

was shot dead

soft fur

now red.

Blank sheets of blue and white,
Shall I make a billet doux or a kite?
On with scissors and knives;

I know not whom to undress to
One by one, stripping my skin,

Built a roof, a house it seems

Little child,
score of ten,
help me to set to sail again

Patch on my eyes
A knapsack for my pretty coats
Help me set sail, paper boats,

Help me set sail
To find my home.

In this vast sky and land of green,

I look for orange skies it seems

In midst of pain and sudden grey

I am an unwelcome home to stay;

In death of you and your ghost it seems

I still search for orange dreams


In dusk I find the lies and truth
I find orange skies when I think of you

It's a red one

It draws a boundary

It covers my head, shoulders and shoes

But no matter what I do,

Whether I go around it

Or scream aloud,

It all comes back to you.

My love is unconventional,
I cannot love thee to the depth, breadth and height;
I would complain about trivial things such as patterns of socks
Or the moral conventions of Czechoslovakia;

As If I'd love thee
Whereas my mind travels to certain clouds of pink

In imagination, I lose myself,
I'd not compare thee to a rose, or Victorian strategies of pleasing
the opposite ***;

I'd hurt you,
I'd make you a slave of my pain and pride

For it is how,
I love thyself.

I think we are dead, the two of us, you and I;
Buried in the deep Earth and we will never know whether we agreed on sunflowers or roses;

But I'm glad I met you;

We'll meet again in another world where the sun meets the moon and our hearts regrow as plants and carnivores;

My love,

It's time to sleep.

When the sun was pale

And the war was dead

I'd probably sip the morning ritual and find my ecstatic self

Complaining about the devil in the middle of Times square

I'd wear funny shoes and red hair

And sit still by the black water
I'd jump if I could
I'd run in the glass
I'd talk to myself

I'd dance in pretty skirts

To You,

I hope I'd write poetry,
Menace,
I hope I'd find love in an endless crowd of you and I;

Chasing each other,
In endless circles like a time loop,

Like Aurora Borealis;
Filled with fireworks and colours

Stuck in the Artic Glee

Would you bring flowers for me?

My thoughts are dark;

I saw people at night
I thought they might be dead

It's the living I'm scared of;

I hallucinate to the world of unknown,
The spring has succumbed to the night
Where the undead summons potions and rites;

I live in a dark box;

It floats in the Artic and i succumb to the snow

Naked self, shivered not
The boisterous cloth of human skin seemed to freeze

I blossom in a shelf where history latched to me

I sleep under a heap of hair,
I eat not by the fire
I sip cold tea.

Thread of cotton,
Thread of silk,
The sun set in west,
A weakling of ill,
Hands bound
Feet turned
Sitting in a Banquet:
Amidst 80 men from Greece,
20 women from Athens
A hall full of bureaucrats,
doctors, physicians, astronauts!

Plato, I sit at your Banquet
I sit thee,
Split my mirror
Show him to me.

"May her soul rest in peace"
And journey of what?
Maze me out, Maze of blue
Copernicus, Aristotle, Ptolemy
Blurry of curry, the banquet!
And I sat as the thread pulled me to the tunnel

The sky was pink,
The ocean was grey
But the thread seemed to pull me through uncertainties

Good doctor, split my spine in two
Plato in depth;
Man /Man , woman /woman
gender trip, gender spun,

Split in half,
lost in time,
Am I him;

Or is he mine.

We are in a state of war, my friend

The trees are turning red

My mind are soldiers preparing for death

Their families, distraught, words left unsaid.

I'm in a state of war, my friend

I cannot keep on fighting till the end

The creatures in my head play jumbled words;

Not a soldier in my genes,

It's my reflection commanding enemies

Prepare for death;

I have given up my home,

Unto heaven, my martyred self.

Merciless to attempts of bearing your heart,
He dressed up in flowery carnations
Truest of the fidelity, winter grabbed your hand
A mock of self esteem, history taught Athenian women
To be bold and ruthless

He thought Sunday would be a bloodbath,
By Monday you'd sleep in your bed
Athenian women wear bricks on their genitalia
It is hard to summon love

A little dance and **!

If it had to be a Monday morning
where children aren't slaughtered with rendezvous of competitive parents fighting fugitive,
And Sunday would be left behind
No Emily! Monday is for love making

Might I dance the trojan horse
And sneak into your heart,

Manners hath not maketh man.

Remi may shoot you,
she had sown bladder with lungs
And paraded through a wedding

Remi digs up corpses and dances with them
She climaxes when poked with a thorn on her eyelid stiff

Remi knows how to laugh.
She is beautiful,
Remi looks at women and licks their skin

Remi had been in love
She had made love to wolves and painted her face with knives

She strips her clothes
And drips in blood
swallows her pain
Lifts her chin up
Remi calls Remi's name

Remi sold her heart in an autumn sale.

I'm an anorexic womb of hate and guts
But the dawn of May, i must **** myself.

May taught me that he may come back.
Or that he may not.

Psychologically you may lick the blood of your neighbour
But then again, you may **** her unborn child
Or you may not

Have you seen May? the girl who lives down the lane
She slept with many men, but not with their souls.

She may be my new friend.
I may sleep with her too

He may love me someday and
I may return my love for him.

But then again,

I may not.

And I'd be sorry a million times and bow down
I'd whiplash my soul and not blink a tear down my spine;

My love, hath thy lips near close to mine
In thy cold grave, I'd hold you a million years when the world summons you to die.

lies between cyanide and methane,
Geographically non-traceable

Has no life
Neither tropical favourites

Soil is like an angry ****
Bears no hills

Rumours run true,
men have killed themselves
Looted
Shaved

It serves as an empty pain,
It bears my name.

Welcome unto,
No Man's land.

And to conquer, is to fade
For acceptance, is to bow
Human adversities are but seances of ego burning against one another,

I hope your hatred will burn through the night and shelter my memories. A dormant volcano nonetheless is but the emptiness of
presence, rage your thoughts against me for I am left with nothing but grievances.

My torch shall burn no more.

For in hate my love,

We unite.

I sleep walk through stars
A galaxy of madness,
And to think i would forget fetishes of the heart

Mother, I'm sorry

I shall sleep walk through the ruin of my rose
Plucked by none,
This is what i chose

I shall sleep walk, father
I bow down to none,
I'm growing young but growing sad

It's empty by the crack of dawn
I beg feelings to arise
And i shall sleep walk
through the night

In the midnight lurking, my deepest fears.

Dark
Empty
I don't prioritize loved ones anymore
Ruckus of a poetry I suppose
No muse,
No rhythm.
Shan't write about the lovely spectre
Of a yellow, green and basket of dead, dried
I beg your pardon is your idea of celebrating beauty , the chant of the dead?
For I, like Autumn
Beneath the tree
Dead like leaves
Falling through eternity.

The hills are calling out to me
It's time i gathered my belongings'
I'm a young traveller,
A kindred spirit
It's to you I call out no more,
I travel alone
I travel the seas,
I travel the noise,
I travel the desert
I travel without a choice
And once I travel, there's no turning back
I am my own wolf pack,
I'll get lost in the woods and leave no clue

One find day, you'll lose my track.

Who are we,
Are we who we say we are
Are we the friends we pretend to be
Are we the lovers we fake at night
Are we the people we promise and then lie

Who am I,
But an illusion,
Lost in time
Forevermore,
Blind, and in love.

Snow has gathered and it's time to go
I wonder whom I'll chase
I have packed my bags for the holidays
But home is a person, not a place.

I hope I let go of you someday
I hope it isn't about forgiveness anymore
I hope I know what to say
I hope I wouldn't want you standing near my door

There is always a fear
There is always a dark space
There is always someone I love
I just assure myself that it's a bad day

Sometimes it's empty
Sometimes it's numb
Sometimes it's painful
Sometimes i guess I'm just dumb

It's been long
And i tell myself
Sometimes life offers you the best,
But just sometimes,
It doesn't go well.

Mom, help me
Help me please
There is a monster
In the bed beneath

I cannot understand the world
They think I'm lying
Help me please!

Tell them that the sky is purple
Tell them, that the world is dark
It scares me!

I tell them I see ghosts!
I see them crawling in my headspace
They whisper death in my ears
They show me new ways!

I'm not an addict, i have seen people leave
They made me cry mom
They lied to me, please believe!

Mom, hold me at night
I want to see the stars
I want to see pretty pictures in your eyes

I try to clean my eyes
I clean them everyday

I try to breathe but they stare at me in the night

Mom, please love me
Please love me

I want to put an end to this fight.

papers are one dollar each!
Sentiments are beyond reach!
My pet dog seems to be busy scraping of dead meat off the ground
Smoke and gold, a melancholy!
The honorary debate between mistrust and a dead fetus!
The wait for a pension which serves blood and redemption
Who would have thought that drama was scarred on my *******!
As to who stabs whom,
THE DEAD IS THE DEAD *******
TRY TO BREATHE YOU INCESSANT FOOL
THE LINES OF LOVE!
Tell me more of your fables
full of
LIES, LIES AND LIES!

It was tall and lean and my mind
Unravelled between the halogen and hollowness
Of something incapable where the T.V. won't scream
Fake ads and mourning of dead people
whereas dead people held novice feelings and promises
to reach on and on and on about telling lies
to me and on and on and on and on
Telling lies to me for lies are what i breadth the second
A bullet in a ****** scene where i wipe off the screen

I wipe my blood
I wipe my evidence

Last Christmas,
I shot myself.

What are you looking for?
What are you searching my friend?
Look at us as stand at the edge of the world's end

Will you close your eyes and jump today?
Or will you wait, and keep waiting
For a lover, or a long lost friend

This is end, dear one,
This is the one last chance
Let us keep falling and falling
And falling in love,
With this one last dance.

Do you ever wonder whether you are sleeping
With the wrong person on the right side of the bed
Tossing, turning, telling lies
Pretending to be alive when you are dead
Pretending to paint love in red
Do you ever wonder if she is not the one to love
But you don't like things rough
So you let go and pretend it's alright
She loves me, let me hug her,
But for me, it's a might
You ever come across lovers
Whom you aren't meant to be with
Scared to speak loud
Or open eyes to feel it
Do you ever wonder
Why you lie to yourself
Do you ever wonder