Aug 4, 2020DEMONStoday, your demons met me. with - guiltless gaze; piercing through, endlessly. today, your demons, owned the 3/4th of me. stimulation. sense. system. all yours, darl. (man of mercy, left me with my soul!) today, your demons; made gravity levitate. my existence floated. above, were life beneath, were impulses. unfulfilled, unfinished. today, your demons; released mine.Poetry On Medium1 min read
Published in MCC LitSoc·Jun 24, 2020II loathe borders. A reminiscence of confinement. Like my body - So uncovered, Yet so unwanted. Myself, A reminiscence of hostility, Wailing to a wakeful murk And clawing at naked selves. As restless As my conscience. As desirable As my insipid eyes. Thus, convoluted. I, A reminiscence of monstrosity. ~ Nafisa TasnimMcclitsoc1 min read
Jun 21, 2020FireI saw a spoonful of ardour in her eyes. Her intensity silenced my whole. The dearly dark lived within her; Creating an endless void, Or rather, a tyrannical soul. Boundless were her limits, Just the way, her desire. Turns the ruinous into an art, Or she’d die recklessly dire. Her interior lied murdered, Vanquishing the light, ironically. Her reign ignited in fire.1 min read
Jun 21, 2020Bordoisilayou talk about a touch, your touch? rather a catastrophe. infectious. destructive. worthy. just like today’s bordoisila.Poetry1 min readyou talk about a touch, your touch? rather a catastrophe.infectious. destructive. worthy. just like today’s bordoisila.----
