Let us kill ourselves, with lie and deception
Different universe, similar perception
Create an unholy constitutuon,
From it remove karmic retribution
My soul is bulldozed with trial and turmoil
Your energy is a nurturing, fertile soil
You’ll be the garden, built upon my grave,
My tombstone will say, “the poet was brave”
All your darks and all your greys,
All your nearness and distant days,
All your love which you kept at bay
A muse for whom every poet would pray
No ear should hear you, no hand should touch,
No mind should think of you, stuck in my clutch
I’ll haunt your existence like a spectre,
I’ll keep you beautiful in my boiling nectar
I witnessed a phenomenon, my dagger was gone,
At the time of dawn, a crime scene was drawn
The moon has stains on it, the night has been killed
A secret keepers secrets were spilled
A murder of such tender scale, the stars would justify,
Moon loved only the night, while the night loved the whole sky
In this genocide of feelings, let us both take part
You stab my spirit, I’ll stab your heart
Slit the throat of grace, in its blood take shower
And feel the pain of the plant, while its soul departs from a flower
- ANAS MERCHANT