• qaynaat 5w

    Anarchy~•*

    99 atoms in me, are strong.
    So strong, they could crush skulls,
    with a whimsical flick
    of their mascara-ed eyelashes.


    But then,


    There's this 1 atom:
    this singular black sheep.
    She never developed
    a taste for breaking skulls.

    She says, she'd rather
    weave flowers in her hair,
    so she can have
    her own skull opened,
    at each wither of each season.

    ~~~

    She prays!

    In strange fashion,
    She stares,
    at the saw-toothed eyes of glass;
    of God.

    And manages to have
    both her sclera and iris
    shredded into strips
    of black and white paper storks.

    Blind as a bat,
    Bleeding like a lady part,
    She says,
    it gives her eyesight,
    a NewAge insight.

    God too encourages!
    God looks back.
    She lowers her head, into her hands,
    and greedily asks, for this and that.

    ~~~

    She breaks!

    In sudden fashion!
    She surrenders herself
    in the arms of mountains,
    and in their extreme embrace,
    culminates
    into a dispersion of mists and vapors.


    ~~~

    Now,

    These, my 99 atoms
    are so fond of her!
    So fond of her,
    they've crowned her Queen.


    And this, my 1 Queen Bee
    is so willful, so lawless;
    Sometimes,
    she's kissing one's foot,
    Sometimes
    she's biting off one's head.

    ~~~

    And I'm amused!
    Amused, but tired,
    of this endless
    absence of government
    inside my mellowing body!


    ~~~