Where are the spirits, come take me!

I dare you, come and cross the line

The love is too strong, one lanky gaze and you are done

The clock ticks, ticks and flicks, the hearts race, and his face is the apple of my eye! Is he somewhere riding wild like faceless teens? I flutter my wing, he ruffles his feathers, I make a point to not cry for a deranged hoodlum, and his plum-like cheeks turn adorable, his hands carry bamboo sticks whose marks are on my skin, that have ruffled spiky shreds of its flesh turning into a ‘bamboo, salad fest’ with ‘greens atop the stick and skin’ alike, the straws that scruffled his back pants stuck with mud brings me another shame, lost in this world of disgust and deprecatory existence. Be the lady, I am, letting her man go and ooze his lust, wrap himself with underage women, Everyone wants to ride wild today, maybe there is no permanence of male-female relationships. Maybe we are made to breed like rabbits, negating the babies and swimming in our own fantasies not limited to the realm or any stolen dream… It internalized adultery masquerading as an emotionally troubled state of being.

The mother presents, “Come try me.”

The glass tinted shades,

Forget the glades of grass,

Abhorring rootless weeds,

All smell vile when smoked and charred

Defiled humans enter the gates of

his version of hell. Well I am not one

to sugarcoat or furnish a rough wooden symmetry.

I do not and will not, for that cannot take it up to him,

He will come and pound my flesh like every other day,

The ruthless, devil and jarring demons all fall from

the sky. But Is he the bone stuck in a dry throat today?

Do all the landlocked regions face the war more than

The sea shoring reigns. For, I am a stolen petal, snooped

and attained from a foreign flower and all I have been

subjected to is abuse mental, physical, emotional and sexual,

Dreaming of a day bright in my life, in this web of strife, sturdy

the machinery of treachery, every word is twisted and then meant to

push me by the edge, the social lines are deep in the division,

I accept that I have to accept, I must accept, for all acceptances are status quo.

The hyper-unconditional setting of oppression. But, slowly when tunes change,

The flower that is small and a microcosm of space turns into Raflessia, the monster is fat with his tantrums of death.

For it's not me in question, it's his own children, that’s when I draw the line, the dark truths are not true anymore.

I am darkness, Come try me! Come near my babies and I will burn you alive,

Dig you inside the ground, bury you alive, in all cut loose womanhood we never cease to not try pushing us to the extremes.

Come try me! Try to hurt my children, for you lose the father's rights on a sultry night,

Go back to your tramp, mistress in a misnomer, fool ladies and get in their pants, but dare touch my children with your dirty hands.

But you did! The time stops, the earth stops moving, the waves rise like a phoenix and lush atop deranging humanity,

My hands sprout from my back, and as I slay you and your head drips blood off of your decapitated body, Mother Earth will destroy.

Time and space, are a tandem of germination, Mother Earth can be mauled like many other mothers, but she can love and kill all alike,

Hence I say, Come try me! Even if you are dead and roam in the world of spirits.

Cosmic Context: This poetry and prose combo reflects on what it means to be a mother and how when you push her buttons she can do things you cannot imagine or perceive that she is capable of. The narration centres around a wife who is being cheated on by her husband again and again and yet she keeps quiet as he is abusive. But when she transforms from a wife to a mother her line of tolerance starts to reach near the threshold where 1 cm beyond lies her own children. She does not take any harm to her children lightly. Unfortunately, despite repeated warnings hands were laid on her children by their own father and that pushed her to the edge, And that’s when the circle of time stopped the earth shattered and the world started getting destroyed as she slayed her husband cut off his head with protruding multiple hands, dark skin and bloodshot eyes and tongue slipped out, For even Shakti if she has to reach the stream of consciousness, she will do on her own terms.

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