Ever After

Had love shaped our stories

I assume

It would’ve ended by now.

A tinge of bitterness 

It seems 

                   is necessary                   

To prolong the ordeal

And breathe the narration in.

Midnight Raid

That night

They shared the Moon among themselves

And with it

Rubbed their bleeding bodies white.

The night they were raped

Even God fell sick and died.

Resisting Symbolism

With cunning political tricks

And armed military strategies

I believe

Doves are kept ignorant

Of representing Peace and Pacifism.

The first task of every true revolutionary

Should be 

To love, respect

And teach doves a lesson in symbolism.

Enforced Disappearance*

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*This is the only trace of a poem that could’ve been…

Had they not…………….

Un/related

Now that

You and me

Have grieved on a similar suffering

Have both traded blood into our eyes

Have risen from the same debris of distress

Bear now

The identical wounds of time

That can’t be healed by any messiah.

Come My Love

Let us

At least try to narrate it all differently

And discover some unique synonyms for pain.