Poetry – A.R. MINHAS

The Love I Expected.

I never expected to be loved

There are some shortcomings

And here I am

Still

Stuck in a glue trap

“Flesh imbued with pain.”

Heart doesn’t care anymore,

It barely pumps blood

And I hear it

Function like an abandoned beehive

Dust gets in your eyes

Flecks of honey distributed for hedonism.

And

I stare

Into a white tar pit

Evidence of Red Lipstick on the end of a cigarette butt

Craving for a hit

Nicotine oppression

A dream someone had dreamt before,

But the Queen pushes me away.

“These lungs aren’t going to immolate themselves.”

Ash trapped on my beard

The tower is burning

The entity free falls

No soft landing, tainted by love.

Ribcage is a prison,

And I’ve been institutionalized.

Leave my scrawl marks behind,

I don’t have any good memories to share.

Weird Eyes

If you had loved me hard enough

“Don’t say those words like an afterthought.”

I burn that flower at night time

The urgency of this message

I’m in love with being myself

Vaseline love,

Apply lotion to a dry heart.

See it through.

Evidence of bubblegum

Cardamom,

Say the word I’m there.

Wax spilt on black marble.

“You came with thundering applause.”

And I burst into you…

Tears

Wide Eyed, weird eyes

Drown

A gaggle of loud noises

Beautifying the porch

Cigarette bodies hidden

Beneath

Neon smoke

Up Above

My nose throbs for your loins

Teeth willing to pierce through

Skin

And then flesh

Blood caramel

Dripping from your lips.

I lay my head down

A disembodied voice

“Nostalgia keeps me alive.”

May 11, 2019May 11, 2019 by 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

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

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

The Magician

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By: A.R. Minhas

She places the tools on the table

Unsheathe the rose petals

It’s time to use them

Droplets of wine that spill from the cup

Your thought pierces me

The Divine spirit soaring like a drone

The mystical explosion will destroy you in the vicinity

A guide that taps her cigarette

Three times and howl is heard

A burn mark shaped like a pentagram

The hands that show the path

As it was above

So it will be

If you find love, kiss me hard

With the tongue involved

A spiritual virus

Recreate me

Eternally

Your red robes have been thrown in the forest

Be sure your nudity is seen by everyone

And the sigil is magnified

Voice

Calls

From

Below

The chaos

Is interested in you.

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August 29, 2018August 29, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

The Fool

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BY: A.R. Minhas

If you hold onto this

Drown in the water

Look up! Look up!

There’s hope that if you hold onto the flower

The wind that carries its weight

And floats up

Swirls around a bit

I can’t get that green cicada noise out of my head

And I plan to end another father figure’s life

“I’m beyond frustrated.”

You don’t lead me anywhere,

I just travel in circles, and all you do is make noises

Plates clutter, your middle-age flatulence

Feet thudding with panic

And I fear that

I might end up like you

Bald, bloated, stubborn and alone

But for now

I feel the wind in my hair

There are no signs of appendicitis

I feel like I’m guiding myself

Even this cigarette has given me a new meaning of life

And if I can just walk around

I’ll eventually stumble on that mystical guide

Here’s hoping it was me all along.

August 26, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

My Artwork And What It Means To Me (Updated)

Hey Guys,

I’m really happy to share my artwork with all of you. I usually make my paintings on my phone, which sometimes can be challenging as it takes a long time; however, I’m finding the process a lot more rewarding and creatively stimulating.

I don’t like to say what my art is about but if anything it’s about the connection between sex and spirituality. A bit like my poetry and prose. I like to think of it as ‘Sexual Mysticism’ (If that term even exists). As for the eyes, I don’t know why but I’m obsessed in making eyes.

I wanted to rant a little bit with this post because lately I feel, for some reason, sex has become a taboo subject; although, it’s the single most life affirming thing you can do in your life.

This has been frustrating for me lately because I’ve tried promoting my art on other social media platforms but they have rejected my request. It’s really annoying because I’m not posting porn, the nudity is meant to have a message. It’s not meant for instant gratification or objectification; it’s meant to make you think. and in that respect, I need your help.

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