Elemwire

I'm at the point,

Where words are overrated,

But I'm stuck with words,

When I talk to you.

We communicate better,

Eye to eye, skin to skin,

In silence, in darkness,

Just me and you.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

I want a million dollars,

To stifle my pain,

Of living with people.

To disappear,

Free of debt,

Of friends and family,

Of concern,

In a house remote,

Painting in solitude,

Accompanied by good books,

The occasional whore.

And lots of meditation,

In a garden,

With birds and butterflies,

Maybe a pond with a lotus.

Letting go of niceties,

Fake laughs and false people,

I want a million dollars,

To be honest for a day.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

A whirlwind of faces,

Laces in lingerie,

Abandoned in strange places,

With memories,

And mirages of skin tones,

Flesh dancing to the ballad,

Of age and lies,

A hard mind fortified,

By lashes of experience,

And fake lashes in the drain,

Come again, I say,

To all who leave trinkets,

Hairbands, brushes,

Impermanent lipstick,

and feelings that fade away.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

I'll hug you,

I know you're worthless,

You know you're worthless,

You want company,

I want my release,

A transaction,

Masked by a word,

Relationship.

We both know,

What we crave,

What we expect,

What we get,

A disappointment,

Some silence,

Bad sleep.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

If I open my mouth,

I'll get canceled,

Or arrested,

Or killed,

Yet desire burns,

To be honest,

Every inch of me,

Honestly restrained,

By a clenched jaw,

And pursed lips.

A liar around liars,

No wonder we're insane.

We closed asylums,

Doctored words,

Madness is the norm,

Inmates run the madhouse,

The sane are burnt at the stake.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

I rest now,

Relaxing my body,

No goals,

No ambition,

No delusion.

Just breathing.

Just being.

I rest now,

Healing my mind,

Mending the heart,

Leaving all fear,

Yes, I'm sleeping.

I'll move when I'm ready.

I'll do when I'm done.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

Can a flower abandoned as a seed,

In the mud, underwater, senses submerged,

Rise up in revolt, a passionate rebellion,

To feel air rushing, brushing each petal?

Still bound by the mud, the abysmal foundry,

That forged her petals, pulling her back,

To the depths as she gasps for the warmth of touch-

Strokes of the sun's golden fingers.

Manhandled by the wind and every wave,

All the while, her beauty wilting,

Every second, a precious parole,

Dragged back by time, exhausted,

The bound lotus succumbs to decay.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

@elemwire

Mere peace is not what

I felt in the gentle breeze

That brought a fragrance

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

Passion's slave am I

A beetle wandering from

Warm corpse to warm corpse

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

Parched earth and scorched straw

Blisters on my neck and arms

The sun is unkind

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

Mental disorders

Are our true inheritance

From our failed parents

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

Roundabout

People go insane

In and out

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

Search for inner peace

Made an asylum inmate

Of my angry self

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

The monotony

Forced a drive for deep changes

Giving emptiness

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

a dark horse

galloped

over calm seas

pledging

loyalty to fools

daring

to fall in

dreams

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

What's this life I've lost

Always becoming, never there

In endless boredom

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian