It is an uneasy feeling to be shredded apart into 400 shards of alloy

I eat words for breakfast 

I crumble them voraciously

I have been hungry for years now 

You might be unbeautiful in her eyes,

but from my jaundiced eye

with a blight of voyeurism

You are bouts of cholera, 

on a rainy day

Oh how I could go and and and on 

Cox bazaar,

Witnessing it authentically from the deranged eye of a house fly feeding on juicy dates is no beat to the taste of metal, 

you know the business of telescoping violence from a drone view 

I spoke and spoke and spoke with the lathering of a dog’s jaw, with the dehydration of a charred throat 

until my silence starts to matter 

I SPOKE AND SPOKE UNTIL MY

SILENCE STARTS TO MATTER 

I transgressed in the echoes of a peahowl,

there in Gachibowli, speaking of which 

I woke up and was a wounded swan 

in a pre-dawn attack 

The air smells of peppery ash 

on the banks of Jhelum 

I try but I can't unlove you 

I try, “how close to the sun should I fly”

before I spit out this burnt smell 

of your dead body?