Nov 5, 2013 | Creative Writing
While my wings flap
Clipped they hang around
My roots grope
For more ground
Around my feet
I listen to the songs of future
Filtering through the crevices
My fingers have forgotten to write
They hammer on the keyboard
Frozen words
trapped
Within liquid emotions.
Oct 25, 2013 | Creative Writing
I herald the change in me
weather keeps pace writing on leaves
sprinkled till the far end of my horizon
I write another fragrant sentence
scent of these words fills my bosom
I fit my feet into shoes made from dried petals
I walk on clouds
be it ninth or seventh
it matter not a long as I stay intoxicated
for the moment I open my eyes
all I see is the baritone that belongs to you
heart that walks on pavement
lives by words unspoken
poems that give birth to themselves
get conceived during predicating hours…
Oct 23, 2013 | Creative Writing
Do I want to walk alone
Or is it just another facade
Of my subconscious mind
Like the sobs l hear
While l refuse to bow down
The smiles smeared with wit
While I stay hungry for the word
Can l call you out any time
Being aware of my indulgence
That the road is not that wide
For me to hold a hand
For I know this with all my heart
Falling down to get up
Learning to swim without drowning
Drinking down without sipping
Creating lores
Struggling with dreams
I sit idle by the sea shore
Ready to take that
Final
my very own plunge.
Oct 17, 2013 | Creative Writing
am I a river?
I ask thee
and the roaring intertwines
with the words of wisdom
glances filled with longing
I cover myself
from head to toe
with my shroud
and your fragrance fills me
from top to bottom
I revolt against my desires
to find peace in mundane
shockingly I look around
in search for the pressence
knowing fully well all this time
knowing so well all the time
that there is nothing I know
besides this heart’s incessant beating
in tune with not knowing
reason I ask thee
am I a river…
Oct 13, 2013 | Creative Writing
I fall in love with the day
as I walk past these hours
sitting idle by my minutes
I live each moment
to instil this love
in my routine
to stay intact
with me
I fall in tune with my love
I eat whatever grows
on my soil
while I tend to this love
in tune with my soul
the day I am in love with
cuts a piece of cake
each morning from the dawn
for me to relish and devour
I celebrate this love
each day through
the tears and smiles
of longing
of moments lived
to laugh at the absurdity
and continuity
of this life
I laugh aloud
on my audacity to fall in love
with my day
over and over again…
Oct 13, 2013 | Creative Writing
I wait for the emotions
To overwhelm me
When they do
I wait for them to subside
For to carry them
Within me
I need myself back…