Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

Edition XVII

Crystal Clear - by Kaya (photo by Kaya)Photo credit: Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

Crystal Clear

By Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

you see, my dear
I’m familiar- with
shedding a tear
and so my vision
is blurred, and
to me, the world
is not crystal clear


Edition XVIII

The Other Side - by Kaya (photo by Kaya)Photo credit: Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

The Other Side

By Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

The back and forth pace 
behind the seal to individuality 
a blurred plastic vision of a 
mystery that could be joy 
or utter sadness that maddens 
or utter madness that saddens 
the very soul of the soul and 
the only spark that lives within 
this state of mind, now may 
remain or may not, on the 
other side


Edition XX

Layers of a Lie - by Kaya (photo by Kaya)Photo credit: Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

Layers of a Lie

By Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

Clear layers on my eye
each possess a soul that
once lived exposed, just to die
the blood of the layer
attracted to guilt,
left the layers soul
to crumble and drift

each layer, gone, in a blink
they vanish, to the past
to a place where the life
we used to live cannot be unseen

now you have nothing
but a naked eye
exposed, just to die
now you have nothing
but a naked eye
that lived layers of a lie


Edition XXI

Feet - by Kaya (Photo by Kaya).jpgPhoto credit: Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

Feet

By Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

I could feel the tension
I could feel all the blood in me
settling to the bottom, within my feet
my feet, now red, under pressure
pulling me down, I could not seem
to fight the weight that was
pulling me down, down and down

my feet now full, now red, like a bucket
full of water, ready to spill, ready to give way
my feet now ready to burst and set free
the tensed blood for once and for all


Edition XXX

Miss inhu'man' - by Kaya (photo by Kaya)Photo credit: Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

Miss inhu’man’

By Kaya (Kavyaa Suryaa)

9pm, 10pm, 11pm, 12pm
I want to reverse time
12pm, 11pm, 10pm, 9pm
and – i crave to reverse time
9am, 12pm, 10pm, 1pm
stop – now nobody move
just look – just look as
I lay like stale food,
waiting to poison you
under your consent,
you, the person I speak to,
the person I see – as I stare
into the mirror
you – you stale food
I stare at you – I know you, Miss inhu’man’
“Miss inhu’man'”
Men and women to the world
Men and women of the world
stare into mirrors, I’ll come through
like stale food – stale food into the mirror
flies around me, now buzz buzz buzz
give me company, within this solidarity
I see you, I see me in you
I am the men and the women around me
I am my stale food
I eat myself off the ground
the flies like audience,
they buzz buzz buzz like an applause
I consume and I consume and I consume – my reflection
my reflection – I present to you again Miss inhu’man’
the person – the performer –  in the mirror – in the crowd
as I continue to feast and feast
until the last of me
the flies, buzz and buzz
as I lay, as I screech
the last sound in me


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