Wednesday, December 2, 2009


on one personal pain...

catastrophe of the night,

ravished me with a meteorite,

of the heavenly space.

I welled up, as an emotion,

unexampled, inexplicable,

I felt highly vulnerable.

The dark barbarian has his hands,

and legs and his whole body,

rested upon my flesh,

crushing it down the earth.

I cried, I spewed out my stomach,

my eyes came out of the skull,

my skin ripped off and my mind,

left alone, like an emotion inexplicable.

I cried.

Tears turned to blood.

And I knew the morning was coming.

[You can read this poem in Authspot also.]


Tarun Mitra said...

Dark and gory and very well written...decent description of a crime...

Anu Lal said...

Thank You Tarun.

Unknown said...

It's interesting how you identify yourself with women. (not always)


Anu Lal said...

Thank you for your comments.