A.R. MINHAS

Fraud

I don’t deserve it.

“You look like you need it.”

A cherry flavoured kiss.

I still taste you on my beard.

A door knocks.

An ancient bird that taps.

Shadows close in on me.

The mouse-trap with red velvet cake.

You don’t deserve anything.

It snaps. It recoils.

This is how a dream breaks,

And I’m relieved.

You were never real.

It was all given to you,

And now you return to take me back.

I laugh at your audacity

“Papers, please.”

I was never here in the first place.

There is a beauty in surrendering.

April 9, 2019April 9, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

I’ll Eat You In My Dreams

There is a jar filled with Honey

Buried in your dreams

And I pour it

They create steps

A temple of your heart

Steep conversations

Cicadas with Kamikaze fervor

Heart thumping like pure jet-streams

Azure is the shape of my skin

You sit next to me

Can you hear them?

Ovulations of perfume

A fermented kiss in a plastic bottle

Who knew that chemical reactions can create longings?

Vegetation of Serotonin

And I’m floating from you just being next to me

“Share a Diet-Coke?” you ask with carbonated eyes.

I would share a Chocolate grasshopper with you

High on protein

Saliva dripping rainbows and you share a secret with me

There are no Mango-Trees close by

Let’s do magic by that Orange shape

Peeling it with toes

Those natural, citrusy fingertips

Delicate

To a stroking fur touch

And I promised you an apple pie

If you stay close enough

I’ll give you a view

From my chest

Like open palms

Dipping to Luna

A fountain foaming with desire

Smoking Blue Dream

Within a withering forest

In my dreams

Just stay close.

And I’ll eat you underneath a Mango-Tree.

February 25, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

The Darkness That Holds Me Together.

I’m unable to avoid the sharp corners of my mind.

Brain filled with endorphins.

“I’m reliving my childhood.”

Mango trees,

Plucked from the earth

Sweetness of lips

Honey drips down your thighs

Patterns on your nail polish swirl and I know I exist.

Your heart exhales

And I feel my stomach knot like strings

There is a weight to all of this

“Black charcoal to moisturize a face”

Our past is entangled

Tachyons enjoyed with green tea

And a past remembered with too much sugar.

If you could hold my darkness

You will be the center of everything.

February 11, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

I Hear Things And I Feel Nothing.

“I have shared secrets with you…”

“Oh Dead Mother!”

“Come have your pills. Depression doesn’t look good on you.”

“It’s just a coincidence that you wore red today.”

“I’m masturbating in public!”

“…And let’s abort this thing.”

“And why do you care that our generation is the worst?”

“You didn’t taste that way before…”

“And I’m learning more about you. Every time we feel each other.”

“Just remember– The Dream of a Green Sunday.”

“Meat has turned raw, my existence is a tragedy.”

“White-Chocolate Cheesecake is the escape, and I feel nothing for you.”

“There was love once…wasn’t there?”

“I think and there was an illusion.”

January 30, 2019January 30, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

Self-Image Before Birth

They beheld me and I beheld you…

We are locked in each other’s web of

Expectations.

And I’m aroused by the Moon’s piercing light

And I’m blinded by your shadow.

You have eclipsed me

And I cower before your presence.

While my presence lingers somewhere down there

In the periphery

Hoping to communicate with you

But you are above it all

In a Heavenly sphere

And I’m stuck here in hellish cubicles

Recording death in its future states…

And yet I have found ways.

To smother death in its Afternoon Siestas

And all it would take to validate me

Validate me with your lips

A Kiss!

“Smack!”

A kiss so hard that it leaves me red all over

A kiss so hard my saliva makes iridescent rings with yours

Communicate with lips

And I’m Rebirthed

Or Resurfaced

From the flood that consumes me

And I’m gurgling This song so perchance

You hear it And Validate

Continuously validate me

And validate my words

And keep validating me

Or I will be

An after thought

To be an after thought

Just like birth

Death happens suddenly

And it’s continuous on and on and on

These words aren’t mine

They are borrowed

In blood and all the unseen are the world’s thoughts

My blood

My DNA

Unconsciousness

That gives substance to my words

But you so closely resemble myself

That I accept your inability to communicate with me

And your betrayal

Is comfortable.

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January 12, 2019January 12, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

Podcast: God, Sex and Everything In Between – Ep. 1 – “Human Irrationality.”

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January 5, 2019January 5, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

Thank you to my followers and have a Happy New Year!

Hey Everyone,

I just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year! And also to take this opportunity to thank all of you who follow me or even take the time to like my posts.

2018 wasn’t bad but I had to take time for my other career. I was studying for a very tough exam, and that meant cutting down on the amount I can create. However, after it was over, I realized that I’d be working for another corporate office. The bottom line is that I wasn’t posting as much as I should have, and to those people who follow me, I truly apologize.

Here’s what I can promise you. I want to make this more than a hobby. I want to make this a career because being creative is what stimulates me– it is my raison d’être. And as I get older I want to fulfill my passion for making art, whether it be through my writing, sketching and/or conversations with other people.

Here are three commitments or resolutions, that I want to make:

Finish the first draft of my Novel.
Publish our Podcast at least on a weekly basis.
And make uncompromising, amazing art.

Once again. Thank you for everything you do and please let me know what your goals are as well.

Sincerely,

A.R Minhas

January 1, 2019January 1, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

A Room Full of Paintings

I’m surrounded by all of you

The paintings that I don’t understand.

The paintings that you keep forcing down my head.

“What was your earliest memory?”

I was on a boat.

A net sank deep into the dark water,

And blood-red crabs emerged.

I said that, and a box full of change fell.

They echoed across the hallway.

“Sounds like Swedish wood.”

And we continue to miscommunicate.

The woman that is behind the painting

Blue and green, patterns of zygotes

Your eye keeps following me.

Your eye makes me hard and makes me desire death.

Curving a sickle to tear open guts.

Sun and steel, the body mimicking desire.

And I can’t stop thinking

What your eyes see, and if they are dilating because of me.

Are there any paintings left for us to Eat?

December 31, 2018December 31, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

Update: God, Sex and Everything in Between (I’m starting a new podcast)

Hey Guys,

As you know, I haven’t been posting a lot recently. There were a couple of things that were happening in my personal life, which made it a little hard to do so, and I was feeling that I wasn’t getting what I needed from posting poetry alone. I’m still working on creative projects, and I’m still finishing up the first draft of my novel, but in the meantime, I was thinking of changing things up to keep it fresh for me and you all.

So I just wanted to let you guys know that I will be starting a podcast called “God, Sex and Everything-in-between” with a couple of my friends. We’re going to be talking about philosophy, life, and politics and obviously ‘God, Sex and Everything-in-between.’ I hope that you guys have the opportunity to check it out. I will really appreciate if you guys can leave me any feedback regarding topics we can discuss, or anything I can improve on as this will be new territory for me as well. Hopefully, we can connect on a more personal level, and you guys can get to know me even better.

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