First life was a serendipity. Second one an obscenity. Third is for eternity ... © ®
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Do You ?
Monday, January 11, 2010
Loveducation
You are gone.
I am left on probation.
You would stay awake.
I would lull you to sleep.
You would talk.
I would listen.
You would chatter.
I would patter.
You would sing.
I would compose.
You would dance.
I would match the steps.
You would run.
I would egg you on.
You would cross the road.
I would hold your shaking hands.
You would work.
I would wait.
You would laugh.
I would make it my only music.
You would cry.
I would take you in my arms.
You would make faces.
I would tease you.
You would shout.
I would be calm.
You would be silent.
I would scream.
You would love me.
I would love you.
And then, you were gone.
I looked around.
I found none.
I ran searching for your trails.
I encountered failures.
I was daunted.
But, I never gave up.
I had my obsession.
I had my dream.
But then you realize, dreams are just dreams after all.
The walls crashed.
And then came a time, when I stopped running after you.
I chased your shadows.
Black and Grey.
Never White.
Never Red, Ivory Blue.
I caught you many times.
But I could never hold on to you.
I ceased to follow.
I learnt to let go while holding on.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Cold Stares
One of the infinite specks of dust
Arises,
Settles on the table.
I stare.
I keep staring.
Coldly.
Morbid translucence rears its head,
I dread.
A buzz quivers and stings.
I turn around,
Recover to rigidity.
I keep staring.
Coldly.
The clock strikes
I hear,
The chilly mist shakes me,
I shiver,
And yet I keep staring .
Coldly.
Darkness engulfs.
I tremble.
And I stare at it.
Longing to open…my eyes
When all I’ve been doing is…
Kept staring…
Coldly…
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
For You, but, For me
For me You're the most beautiful.
You might not be the best, but
For me You're better than the best.
You might be cheerful with me not around, but
For me my efforts were always to never make you cry.
You might pretend to be matured, but
For me I preferred you my small girl.
For you, I might be a sad after-thought, but
For me You're the bud which blooms everyday.
I might be the one who couldn't keep you happy, but
For me its you who's made me disenchanted.
You lied countlessly, i tried to forget, but
For me, I uttered nothing further from the truth.
For you, I might be the epitome of hell, but
For me, You're the elixir of life.
For me, as for always.
For you, I might have been a thrown-away memory, but
For me You're a sad song which gave me smiles galore and tears abound.
I'm but a light scar in your effervescent heart, but
For me which as ceased to break me in futality.
For you, I might have been dead, but
For me You're my incomplete life.
You tend to live without me, but
For me I die for want of you.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
In You
Those terrific pangs hit me.
The vicious fangs curled around me in jealousy.
A thrash and a slap on a very much surrendered cheek didn't change the vision.
You and me, sitting in a corner, it was yesterday.
Even now, its the same.
Only, its not me anymore, its a namesake.
For you, maybe its better.
For me never been better.
Happiness reigns prime in you.
Loveliness reigns godliness in you.
Truthfulness stares from me in you.
Alas! I was never in you!
Alas! I was in you!
Alas! I withered away in you!
Alas! I died in you!
Alas! I live in you!
I love you.
In you.
P.S. This is a scheduled post

Monday, May 18, 2009
Waiting ...
The last time I met you
Emotions hard to place.
Would it be the last time
When I’d come face to face.
I’ve been waiting for this day
It burned me no end.
Feeders cherishing the bleed.
As I go from red to white.
I’ve been waiting, oh so long,
When you’d be caught stealing that was already lost.
The gamble of wait over.
Has destination taken the bend
Or is it the beginning of the end?
I’m happy and sad.
I’m gay and bright.
The truth stays in my face.
I go in search of light.
Nothing would arouse
Nothing would denounce
The game played it hand of patience
As I played the cards of penance.
Was a solitary that rose to bind
My arms, wide open and waiting
Withstood the crush of the grind.
Teeth clenched and fist wrenched
With a dash of scream, it made a dent.
The day was over
So was the night.
I was waiting…waiting for this fight…

Thursday, March 26, 2009
Memories ...
Memories.
Memories haunt.
Memories relived onwards.
Memories marching on.
Memories gnash.
Memories burn.
Memories daunt.
Memories hate.
Memories spark.
Memories live.
Memories forget death.
A day when memories awaken.
Everytime this day comes in a year.
And everytime.
Memories haunt.
Memories stare.
Memories slice through.
Memories mingle with fantasy.
Memories fight with reality.
Memories gain sight of victory.
Memories lose yet again.
A day when memories awaken.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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Paths crossed.
Left them drenched.
With tears trickling down.
The earth soaked it all.
Drool did the flowers at the wet beauty
Sprinkled with salt, they found the call of duty.
Arose a drop of solitary bind.
It contained a mountain of my mind.
The sun stared at it.
It dried up.
My eyes searched for me.
And realized they were searching for a molten cup.