Confict

Split between a girl and a story. Like a conflict between sun and rainbow.

Disaster

In each letter he wrote to her he filled in flowers and leaves. When she read the letters she could smell the frangrance of leafy words. She revered its freshness. She kept the letters in her garden.

One day in one of the letters, in stifled words, he wrote 'I am struggling..... to keep......... these spaces............ alive.' She rushed to the garden. The pages were turning blank. Words from the letters shed like autumn leaves. She struggled to find blindness.

Labyrinth of Time

There stood a mirror that split time. He decided to walk right into it. As he stepped in he turned back to look at the mirror. He saw himself walking in.

After he had walked a mile he turned back again. He saw millions of himself with their head turned to watch the man walking into the mirror.

Concealed

Her skin was ether. In the shallowness of her skin he felt his shadow drowning. The depth of his shadow spilled her soul.

The Bitter Truth

In his dream he saw broken mirrors of her body scattered on the road. Each piece reflected a part of him. The eyes, the ears, the nose, thrown in disarray. He picked the pieces and put them back together.

And amidst the sun-filled sky, his blinding reflection shattered his dream.

Deja-vu.

He dreamt of waking up. It was deja-vu.

Dear Girl

Dear Girl,
The lights and color we bathed in, still lingers around the corner of my eye. It floats casually and wanders feistily in all directions. I'm afraid to turn my head, lest it eludes. I let it fill my my room with open arms and closed conscience. I let it stain my shoes and tie. These colors are butterfly and rainbow. The butterfly often moves. The rainbow just smiles. You'll be happy to know they still think of you the same. You'll be happy to know I am happy in their company.

But tomorrow they will open the doors. The colors will fade away and the light will be shrouded by death. Till then i will bathe in its serenity.
Kisses.
Him

An Infinite Tale

His only fault was to try and find meaning in everything. To grasp the faintest hint of smoke rising from the remains of obscurity.
But it slipped away.
Like mercury.
Like time.
Like ego.
He could forsake everything but THAT.

Futility of Words

she was putting her things in the bag. he stood by the door, his eyes sleepy. she did not turn around to look at him. she knew he was there. she could smell him coming. she could even hear his heartbeat. but she did not turn. and he did not speak. he could hear her listen the unspoken. he could feel his silence ring in her ears. but he did not speak.
and the moment endured.
stripped of thoughts and vision
drained of consciousness
the dawn of perpetual darkness
And as he spoke she turned. his voice crept into the cracks in the walls, his voice exploded in the stillness of the air.
she saw his eyes. the sleepy eyes. the unsurmountable misery. a faint lost bubble floating the sky. rising high. out of reach and beyond sight.
oh! this inevitability of fate.
oh! the futility of words.
she hurried away.

TV vs DREAM

lying awake at quarter to two
watching the tv as channels roll on
a boy says he'll wait for his girl
she promised she'll reach before dawn
another man says its so naive
to look for meaning in a song
a third thinks its not alright
to kill a man before he's born
fourth channel shows a man with wife and kids
he should be happy but his face is long
fifth shows a successful author praised
but his expression seems withdrawn

i switch off the tv
and close my eye
and soon images in dream
like channels go rolling by

I Am Only But A Man

i am only but a man
not good not bad
just the way i was designed
less for myself, more for the others
who look at me stare at me
yell at me
for the mouse who roams my house
squeaking fearlessly
cuz he's grown so many years with me
i'll not let myself harm him
as he runs room to room
feeding on my decayed poetry

i am only but man
not sad not happy
just the way i was designed
less for others, more for myself
and i reach out to things beyond my reach
to grasp the fruit hanging mockingly on tree
it snickers as i jump
one inch away but a millions miles anyway
it will probably stay
eluding me till the end of time
but i think it will drop right into my open mouth
the moment my death arrives

Lost and Found - Disdain and Mundane

into the green river
i slipped in grief and sorrow
haunted by the ghosts of tomoro

abandoned by the hands that held
it let me go before the time
but no one will ever find

sleepless in the nights like now
gripped by ungrateful guilt
i stare at the wall that i’ve built

gaze out of the window
of that endless wall
i see a helpless child call

and i m so far away from u child
lost in the labyrinth of me
but i’ll pray for thee

for u to see a better next life
dissolvin in the unforgivin smoke
rid of the cycle of fate and hope

but when i come back home
exhausted and crying
i see ur sardonic smile

i weep and laugh
eccentric and flaky
i see u are me

there are worse things than being with the wrong person...but nothing...nothing compares to having missed out on the right one.

she waits for father every night
till 12 maybe till 1
because her mother says he'll be back soon
anytime

and after she sleeps
she rushes to the toilet
and weeps
while he's sleeping in the arms of another woman
she feels him touch her thighs the lips
and hear him blowing softly into
the ear of another woman

she takes vow to make her daughter
strong
'if thats the word' she wonders
she'll tell her of how cruel men are
how ungrateful and filthy

but somewhere inside she knows
that one day
the daughter will take the same vow
in the same toilet
weeping
for a man who sleeps with other women
the man she left her mother for

Is it enough for a MAN

She left me stranded with no message
but is it enough for a man
to live merely on beliefs
to feed on on goodness of men
and the ignorance of a woman
to fight for what he'll never lose
to die in an attempt to never live
i ask this time to time
is it enough for a man
to be a master of the world
but a slave to himself

What Fury Hath Time

I m lost for the past few days
but i dont have a reason to grieve
and i grope inside me
for a child with a reason to cry
a reason to die
a reason
to say good bye

Gallons of White Rum

drinkin gallons of white rum gulping them down the throat
with ferocity you talk psychotic gibberish of a man u once knew.
you walk along the shore the waves they hit your knees but you dont care
you say they dont hurt you anymore.
what with the inebriated head hanging loosely on your worn out
shoulders you talk talk and talk
as if the only thing your parents never asked was to seal the tongue from the heart
and soul from the mind.
you bare yourself of your secrets that kept seeping
out of the nose the ears and things you never dared to reveal
except to the man you talk of
some 20 years back
the man who was just like me
you say.

and with the breeze hitting hard on my cheeks
and moonlight flaming up yours
i listen to u intently
with no awe just prudence, the calmness of a man who's seen it all before
at least read it in some heads of strangers walkin beside him and thinking loudly
of their incensed pasts and drunken future.
i listen to you and i pity you.
and you pity me
for the same.
because i am not like him and you are not the same.