Poem on identity: Vivacious soul searching for self-discovery
Trying to find self-identity and in a quest for self-discovery
Wrapped in Cocoon
The beginning of the manhunt
The deeper ‘I’ was born
Like the rider of senses, of deep defenses
Curling in the stratosphere
Wanderlust in the manosphere
Of Bloodlust Patriarchy, of a childlike mother
In the ramparts of succulent sucking her umbilical cord
For the expectation of me was a rather territory of manhood
Hood of ‘Hoods’ here comes the Man
Like all anthropogenic cultures intertwine
Of grey and black the lackluster shine
For men is primitive and their soul reeks of authoritative
The baby willingly crawls out of his mother,
To protect, assuage and ideate if at all the world is ‘fair’,
Of generations in ‘despair’ the genders of identities and identities
Of genders, a concocted tale of pride, for sexual parts and clothes
Mannerisms that remain up float, of the beehives and cat whiskers
The dotted sheets and penetrating the ghastly,
A bloodlust and headless dance of primal beings
For what is my lust is another man’s disgust.
Cracks in the Cocoon
Trapping inside the Manhunt
Formally masculine, of the ages embolden
Rusty and lead-stored aspiration forgotten
Store the epoch like a hunting travesty
Of heroes and villains’ enormous tragedy
The flesh was the power to head the headless dance
Like a guillotined goat spinning the fountains of blood
The drooling masculine waiting for a farcical herd
Of senses are demonic and lust tectonic
To shove it in somewhere and gather pleasure and power
Of power and pleasure or pleasure in power
Irrespective of it being intertwined,
The rise and shine left behind
Of love trapped in pleasure
And cease the glory hole
Of deep suction in an enigmatic abyss
Contained by time, I run beyond
To seas, oceans and frontiers abandoned
The lion made the last laugh and I stayed for piety
Like the lakes of the black rivers and den of flowers
Headless gazing to look for poisonous climbers
To wrap in them with a potion of my choice
Merge in it and wait to be destroyed
Destroy me in thousand pieces,
Awaiting reconstruction of the body, mind, and the holy spirit.
Shedding the Cocoon
Deciding Am I trapped or not?
Ageless headless dancing has followed untamed
In the grandeurs of my fortress, the enigma unveiled
Who can call me a demon, for it is in covers now
As the ageless spirit vanishes, the being undermined
Rock the heavy bottom for a silent baggage
Unfurling the cacophony of irresistible damage
Of souls stripped of repentance
I conflate my aspiration to ask for penance
I cried at the gates of hell, willing to embody my souls dwell
The body forgives, and the soul does not
The mind keeps the body agile to perform the dance again
As I want the blood to drain as my kingdoms to go vain
The soul to extract, from the inadequate chambers of my inner being
Willing to ravage and redact, my aspirations and reckless body aging
As the primal instinct rises, I too follow nature’s ride
If not for blood spilling, lands splitting, earth bifurcating
Of the end of all and the end of my end, of continuum repeating.
