Ayan Dawn

Horror! I see an empty land-a land where people used to laugh and be merry. The land is eerily silent. I see someone going-Is that hope?

I realize that I am exploring corners of myself which I don't want to face. But then also I allow it to happen. Maybe I enjoy this. And when my soul is dripping with the nectar of the darkness explored within, I lie down and sigh. My skull bursts like…

It all feels good now. These wanderings, these touches, these ugly faces-these moments! Our kisses and souls are so young that it does not let each other think of tomorrow. Just madly mixed in each other's sweat. So irresistible is today that it makes all the fine lines between love,…

It's getting serious! One night goes, another comes and I remain here with my eyes open at a time when they are supposed to be closed. But they aren’t! I hear snores of the world and feel so poor… so poor and so devoid… devoid of sleep. Well, people call…

From “Poetry” to “Poet” by Ayan Dawn Now I am far away from you drowning in the nectar of alienation, remembering my first drop of tear. ******* Remember that day when I cried for the first time? When blood filled my skin? You held me up and stained your hands…