I was stabbed

I was stabbed
In broad daylight
Over and over again
Unintendedly sliced

I was set ablaze
Torn piece by piece
Your truth had the power
To pierce the deepest
To unhitch all the scars you sewed

Truth, bittersweet
Plain and simple
Spirialing down my spine
It has basted itself
Under my veins

I am broken
I mourn something ordinary
Locked inside the room of my silence
I am drowning
In this turmoil,
Bubbling in my bones

The light of your smile
is too bright for me
But in darkness
I can’t keep my eyes closed

The air in my lungs
Burns my heart
The water, is like acid
Softening me up
to the pandemonium of grief

I have become a seed of hatred
My love is scorned
I am trapped
Inside my own mental cage

I was stabbed
In broad daylight
But if no one wants to take the blame
Then no one is to be blamed


UFC 226 Review: DC becomes a two division champion

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UFC 226 turned out to be a great event. The PPV event had suffered a setback earlier when Max Holloway was removed from the co-main event of the evening against Brian Ortega due to him being experiencing some concussion-like symptoms. There were worries about Daniel Cormier’s fitness too when just one day before the fight during the Pre-Fight Press conference, DC tripped on a Speaker kept aside his chair and fell down strangely. He limped off the stage but thankfully it didn’t stop him from making it to UFC 226 and taking home the Heavyweight title.

The light heavyweight champion didn’t even need that long to claim the heavyweight title with a first-round KO of Stipe Miocic in the main event on Saturday night at T-Mobile Arena. Both fighters were able to find a home for their punches early on, but Cormier found his comfort zone once he was able to…

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I am going to paint a wall in my home
with pure white, a helm of a darker shade
for a tinge of silence, to glitter the things grown fade
come join me, and I will help you paint yours

I am going to put a mirror on that wall
So I can stare myself in the eyes for long
stare out the good in me, stare out what is wrong
come join me, and I will help you put yours.

The strands of love

In her eyes tonight
I saw so much love
Anticipations, expectations
Snoring from her mind

Her smile whispers to me
Her speech
That accent of vast blue
Swallowing my pride

She is fire
Like I am water
We need each other to be relevant

Your words taste like wine to me
Time is a memory
Of who we are
What we have been

There is no perfect tomorrow
but a thousand perfect yesterdays
We should rejoice, cackle
for we have been tied together
with the same strands of life.

Reincarnation of a Poet

You have lost your touch
You have lost your glaze
Poetry my love, what I seek in you
Canst be seeketh

I am a lost virtue of words
same old metaphors
economy of words
casual verbal lavishness

In me, words no longer rear
a strange thirst
still lurks
the water
to my soul

The desire for metre
dull as the grave
Of the same old metaphysicality

In world’s wisdom
I breathe chaos
The ink vanishes
Smitten to lonely phrases

The art must rise
It is too important to be left
for rotting

Over burdened silence
From the Ash of life
A spark must be found
To set ablaze
The syntax of a poet’s debt

Rendition of beauty

I am a lover under the stars
I dream at day and night
I live in total reminiscence
of what never trully occurs.

I know what truths thrive under the mattesses
of this fragile world
It is too frail for me
at times
Don’t you think?

You know a bit of me now
My patterns, my customs
My ways of living life
Not the grandest, not glamorous

I fight for every penny
because I was born poor
I never had much money or love
or skies calling my name at night
I never had an accent of success

I walked endless doubts
in my head, in my heart
I know what I am made of
I know what I can breathe.

I was sewed with wind,
I have been moulded by fire,
bolstered by sand
I have turned myself into water

I search for purity
I search for the sense of satiation
And in you I find a bit of it
A bit of it, every time you smile
or when your voice reaches my senses

A bit of it everytime
I lay eyes on you
everytime I feel the presence,
the precious spirit that illumes my soul

You entered me in thoughts
from our lonely nights
We drank happines and fell in love
Our heartbeats’ surged to a perfect communion

I am dazed, floating since
you have poured me a glass of love
I haven’t felt sobriety
since your charms have kept me glazed

I don’t like answering the questions
about your beauty
Because I am afraid
I might run out of words
metaphors, synonyms, vocaboulary

That I might not be able to accomodate
All I have for you
in poetry, songs, rhythms of nature,
in symbols and signals,
And in all possible ways.



Love me like…

Love me as if
the roses bloom out my name
Love me
As if the Rain is falling down from heaven
Kissing every fragment of my soul

Love me like how
the stars love the night
Like how the moon complements the sun
Love me like my songs
how they have the metre of your name

Love me with all your heart
Don’t hold back
Even an inch of your passion
Don’t hold back your spirit

Amalgamate it with my thoughts for you
And I will write poems
Like nobody has ever written before
I will tell you how the flowers are born
How love is the sweetest fragrance of the soul.

Love me like how a kid loves the mother
Or how the mother loves the kid
Love me like
How the sun loves the earth
How he rises up every morning to kiss her

Love me like how I love you
How I have loved your heart and soul
How I have loved your body
Your eyes, your ears, your nose
Your hair
Love me like I have loved your
Voice, your words, your gait

Love me like you love yourself
Maybe even more
And only then would you be able
to read my verses, in truer sense.

You would know then
How every word has been
Carved out of my existence
With atmost care.

You would know how
Every metaphor has been
Brought to life
With your beauty and my pen
Working in unison.

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I received a letter from your town
with the envelope of self-sufficiency
I couldn’t dare to open it
The stamp of your fragrance spoke
louder than what I could hear.

Your words, your letters
your hieroglyphic text
your vocabulary that I couldn’t catalogue
Your theories that were far beyond my grasp.

For the love that never lasted
and I wanted to enchant you at any cost
flickering fiercely like a burning star.

You explained to me about every cell
every tissue, every organism
and the world’s need to reproduce.
You divided Philosophy by biology.

You taught me how free will is
just an electromagnetic phenomenon
And how our nerves are mere conductors
Your so called modern thinking
wrecked my archaic self.

And how you framed the equations
fitting in the emotions
into a cost-profit formula
I remember it all too well.

I tried to change your mind
I tried to change your heart
I wrote endless rhymes for you,
forging innumerous metaphors.

But I could not reach you across
Distances or time, across the climes
I couldn’t cross the bridge of thoughts
that seprated us.
In darkest of nights, in lonely terror
I leapt for you but couldn’t hold on.

I woke to find my life had bled
Uncertainty and too much cowardice
I opened up the letter from my soul
to find my spirited parts had turned to ashes
and I felt you by your energy.

I was abandoned, brittle, and deformed
but I knew you existed somewhere
you thrived and blossomed
like only you could
My morality died a painful death
and I could not find solace.

Your dreams speak to me

Your dreams speak to me
Like the whisper of the night
Soft, fragile yet extant,
With the authority of the dark.

They tell me your name
They scream your perfection
Mirroring my truth in yours
Emulating the strand that tethers us.

They hold my heart
In their haling palms
They paint it with your hues
Infusing your splendor
Into my spirited parts.

The night shimmers
Pushing my feigned pride aside
I am humble before the stars
They are my hope wrapped in eternity

Your dreams speak to me
Your memories, they gleam
Leaving a sparkle in my eyes
I am exalted, glorified
Blissfully content with these whispers of the night.