Sea-Crab Poetry

My soul wandered Like a stray kite Drifted by wind With his destiny Defined by its currents. Never fully fathomed He was In his nature So cosmic No matter how they stared. And so one time When he roamed Feeling only born But never homed Found another– She spoke In a language That was new Yet known from before. My soul felt home– Never judged and loved For whom he was. Why this? Well, he was her And she was him Only that they abided Two homes Governed by minds Who knew who they were But had been infected By the two soils Where they grew So far apart. And then my soul Knowing well That together They belonged Sought her soul Before she knew That they were an entity. Alarms Began to ring So loud Upon reflection Of how her mind Saw between us A nexus we hail from To which my soul And hers Must one day return, Yet saw sin In the way That her soul Would find its way back. And so we stood still Anticipating That perhaps, A way maps out. I kept thinking– What wrong Did I do In my past incarnati...

Inside the dark, So pitch-black, That pulls in Between you and me Is a kind of beauty– Being in a world  Where I hear you, So clearly Like listening to thunder Sailing in a sea With a loud stillness. I stand there, Still, For I know That from the waiting, My mirror Traces her way back. Doesn't longing Make us meet them, Halfway, Souls we miss? You're my innate mirror  And other mirrors, Tainted and curved, Blur and distort me. At the heart Of this pitch-black dark, Like in a space observatory, I eye clearly Your touching tears Which summon forth mine. Your tears pierce Through this blackness Into my soul Where my eyes won't eye. And so I stay there Long enough Until your tears Soak my soul And invade All my marrows. In this darkness Where I wait To hear your voice Your particles of pain Ram into each other And onto my chest. In this pain, So excruciating  I get to fathom, Who we are– You, the Rose And me, the Crab Intertwined. © Sea-Crab Poetry. A Bit of Notes On Souls Me...

I'm equipped not With know-how. Says a soul Who permeated halfway What deemed the masses A ruby. This soul knows not That the gadget he homes Homes faculties That outnumber stars In the Milky Way. To this soul Who gave them The power To declare him barred From ways to glory, Google Shall be an app To fill the void Of his screen. And so his gadget Shall see Its other edge Of its existence With faculties Invaded by spiderwebs In a forest of tombs Where gadgets that die Remain buried Alongside Google And her faculties. Gigs are comets. Says that soul Who's been seated Somewhere In a waiting bay Where the skies Avail to him That which earns bread. He knows not That the gadget he harbors Is a beach And each grain of sand Is a way That tames the desires That Being imposes. Do you have a gem To offer your world That which unleashes From them Pennies and ways That your soul yearns for To cover its journey? That gadget you possess Shall be the umbilical cord Between you And that world T...

Many, I have eyed, Demolished By moving machines And wished it were me. Uncountable, Are narrow escapes That I've had From waves That came forth To swallow me whole. I keep it at bay Upon eyeing Haunting images Of a fatherless boy With memories etched Beneath my inborn helmet Of my fatherless childhood. Pressing On the backspace key Of my throb's keyboard Would render my pie A dadless one And would be unfair. I know With unwavering certainty  That in a day Which awaits, The Grim Reaper Carrying with him My salvation Will accord me The tranquility Forgotten by my soul. So I will keep waiting For my savior Who will deliver me From my existence Punctuated with drama. Since my ladhood I have survived A nest of wasps. The same befell During my teenage years. I fled away From this nest And found myself In an identical one Bearing wasps Of a different breed. Now, I'm a vagabond Finding solace Next to bins Where rodents Pay visits As if aware of the void Inhabiting my soul. In thes...

A crowbar And a mason’s hammer Were to me, A master password. I was a house hacker Whose burglary prowess Was born by the dark. From the construction site I headed Toward this portal Whose password Changed unpredictably. My mason’s hammer And my magical crowbar  Were to me, A master password. What if the password Was changed To one I can’t hack? Wouldn’t I have to sync With the realm of dreams Next to the fireplace In the bare-roofed kitchen? Lingered this asking In my shaky soul As I came back From dens That, my nest, I'd learnt to call. Do you know How a password Can be crafted? When I was a house hacker I had a password Which no shop sold. When I was a burglar I saw padlocks yield sparks As they flew Like missiles Toward the mint-green couch Where I’d pick them To treat their wounds. I was a burglar Not to steal a thing But to tether To slumber land. I was a hacker To a nest For which I gathered grass And lined with feathers. There’s a portal Which I enter With ease Without a cr...

Bulletins We watch and hear Colored in a single hue Like utterances Hailing from splits Of a single mouth Housed in different faces. These bulletins From boxes we home Paint in their minds Single-colored images Of a realm Rife with cataclysms Those who abide Far from search engines. There's a type Of terror The voices from these boxes Amplify, like voltage In a transformer– The type that demolishes Structures and throbs. These voices, So deafening, Devoir Those of theirs. They air What they do And never do they What they wallow in. Never aired Is a sort of terror That fractures Backbones of society Rendering them beggars Of what they shelf. Never streamed Are images in motion Of those in possession Of flaring tongues That blast down Self-esteem and progress In fellow souls. This type of terror Leaves in them Souls in ruins. © Sea-Crab Poetry. (Voyager of Words) ABOUT ME

On the yester, The sun extinguished The brilliance  Of the stars. The night Would still pull in So the moon And the stars Would, then, Unrestrainedly light The ceiling above. The day sky  Was awash with memories  Of the lost pie. These memories  Tainted the sunlight Casting a layer  Of darkness  On my day vision. These memories, With no abode, Found the night sky With its embracing arms. They sprang in And found refuge  Amongst the moon And the stars. The night pulled in With its moon, stars, Nebulae, galaxies, planets, Meteorites, comets And quasars. Embedded Among its children Was my stray pie Dancing  Together with celestials, Invincible, With no sun To dim out their light. Somewhere Among the celestials I met up With my stray pie. From where Do you come? I asked him. I was sent by Mum To get a pullover. Said my lost pie. In some fortnights I had a talk, Among the celestials, With my particle, Gone astray. I will come for you. I pledged to him....