Fragile Table

Art © Miranda Meeks

Cumulative performances projecting age old fallacies
Frantic inebriations cleanse throat of tortures.

Social puns facilitated with bullet proofs of fun
Heads bounced into baskets with scorecards to roll

Perfect fangs grinning casual honesty through a feline
Million men await the whisper of a whisker

Strangulation of petals preceding its own equalities
Muscles of plucking unite more, hanging a baby finger

A suicidal agreement beneath twenty thousand leagues
Where shark tails narrate dead tales, pass by like a slap

Convergence recalling colors, gulping variant medicine pills
Perforated bellies profit more than freshly marketed ones

Abduction of faces, abortion of traces, only for war between pockets
Cries of a young blood, give him two pushes of ideology

Conversions of bleeding dawns to dry days narrate the forgottence by fire
By fire, all one sees is ash, by fire one is ash, fire is hideous

The famous treasure of man, way beyond the world of flesh
A chest with stacks of machine guns, placed on a fragile table.


Beggar Road – Tideling 2

Trickeries of fancies
Walls modelled by tendencies
Candid song of canine

Collateral dominant teeth
Sharpness hidden under sheath
Candid song of canine

Cookies of poverty
Bruised skin of liberty
Candid song of canine

Shadows come straying
Anonymity develops a keen nose

Candid song of canine
Seeking smell of saline

Beggary of roads

Hot Seat – Tideling 1

Consensual head sex
Collection of dead tax
Thumping chests, emptied breasts

Payments for holes
Bullets digging the souls
Thumping chests, emptied breasts

Assurances of sickle
Hands stained with pickle
Thumping chests, emptied breasts

Dhotis covering a gun
Petticoats hiding a pit

Thumping chests, emptied breasts
Frequent tests, unborn rests

The hot seat.

Bed Fission

Fantastic dialogues and actions
with some old habits
like putting on a blanket, sliding aside.

Oneness split into two
Mating unlike fission is always two.

The stickiness glued
till the observation of opposite faces
getting similar and relaxed
or a tight cuddle, with one face staring sway, half sure,
One watching, stopping at the rear of a cranium.

The body is but alone with/without a touch
Comparisons being heavier or lighter
Assurances help in drifting apart.

Life and love for a single mortality interfering the most in a relaxation

One turning towards the room
stares at the darkness, and what will be its remnant
The other staring at the man made pane
finding the perfect soul cannot be checked
from slipping back quietly into a ruin.

Think of the perfect
interval for death.
Be it morning, noon,
evening or night.

Each of these proves
an effective dominance
within a limited tenure.

Each of these wants to stay
escaping from a day
as death is harder to accept
after a change.

Death occurs, when
you allow the passing
and also when
you stop the moment.

Death by stagnancy –
an option to stop overlooking
everything superficially,

like stopping a football
to be seen and picked by a few eyes
to feel the real slipping
beneath one’s feet

without caring much
about the rotating earth.

Man has run/still runs/will run,
seeking the one, easier
Easy, being the tendency to hold and soak some
so that, there’s letting go of none

Bottle in quarters
Face in quarters
Heart in quarters

Life in quarters.

Unknown Interval


Source – Pinterest

Bones wearing well knitted covers 

Still torn like a cloth

Proud monopoly of cocoon, 

Its disbelief in widely established fallacies

Usage of scissors with safe profits

Self production authorising self repairs

Fine patchworks judged on their source

Scalpel marks kissed, knife marks liquefied

Ill fated, unseen, real designs of numbness

Finding ancestors in social-sociable textiles

Factory outlets unlike nursing retailers

Displaying, assuring, fantastic disappearances

The immense hiding amidst collateral colors

Supreme acceptances by mankind 

in veils of a natural embroidery, of a young rupture

Modern cottons making a steep fall

Or saving themselves by following paths

Putting on a new damage on an old

Incomplete tailors tailoring the tailored

Singularity failures, singlular – a clown or an uniform trend 

Multi-layered fabric for the camouflaged & skeletal

Death from hand is a handloom, death from death is readymade

Threads and fibres, often mixed with/in a fabric paint.