The Literary Goddess



Soaring high above the sky like an eagle,

Breaking every myth which seems so real,

Closing doors of anonymity and ridiculousness,

I build my own road, my own faith and my own story,

Pain, blood, hurt, compromise have befriended me for life,

Fear is my slave I ride on, crossing the clouds, containing a rainbow,

With the intense rush inside me, I moan my desires,

Flipping stained pages of memories,

Seducing transformed phases of clinking agony,

I flap my wings a couple of million times more,

As I spread the thighs of my ambitions, I get quite a few whistles and calls,

No one gets that it’s a trap of my greed, my sucking need to be someone who is remembered,

How easy it is to fool life, no one ever made it clean,

The dust on my heart never settles, I cling on the perversion of my absolute subtlety,

Slipping into my favorite pair of cotton shorts,

Sipping my favorite whiskey from a glass full of smoky ice,

I think again of what has made me what I am today,

The only answer that knocks my mind is my choices, my mistakes, my effort,

I have disowned peace of mind and I thrive on chaos, on broken pieces,

I read a little more of my favorite author, fantasize on his imagination,

To come back to a worthy state of mind,

And some place where I will possibly in every birth, reside…


Picture Courtesy: Unkown Artist (found on Berlin Artparasites page)

2 Comments, RSS

  1. Shalini January 13, 2017 @ 10:44 pm

    Sheer brilliance! I don’t have words. Except that you should write more poems. 🙂
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    • adodani February 17, 2017 @ 3:23 pm

      I am overwhelmed 🙂 <3

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