May 30, 2013 | Creative Writing
a poem is what I yearn to be
after ages of being me
after being I and me and we
after turning this time machine
after having discourses unseen
after arguing and dis-arguing
after accepting all that came to me
after soliciting lives taken after me
after creating music out of a broken tree
through singing to the tunes of my sea
through flowing unabashed with time
a poem is what I yearn to be
a poem of unsung love and misery
a poem of shadows hovering over skies
a poem of rules embedded within me
a poem of ushered words lying by
a poem of desires waiting standby
a poem is what I yearn to be
when it comes to a poem’s life
life of a recluse suites just fine
for a poem is often one that lives by
one day chosen from all the days I had
at the end of the day that comes by
a poem is what I yearn to be and die…
May 28, 2013 | Creative Writing
I share you with myself and this whole universe
I share you with my thoughts and these twinkling stars
I share you with our moments and my crescent moon
I share you with this Sun and these scorching days
I share you with my dreams and the rivers of our fertile land
I share you with my tales and red Mars, resident of your eyes
I share you with your embrace and the roaring ocean that lives in you
I share you with the flowers and the storms that come by out of nowhere
I share you with my soul and my heart feels shy, walks by throwing glances our way
I ignore, I explore, I endure, I secure our shared treasure
and I end up sharing pearls of scattered moment
mother of pearl, silent words is the world I share
I share you with this whole wide infinite universe…..
May 25, 2013 | Creative Writing
Dried flowers and saddened smiles
go hand in hand to sprinkle laughters around
though hollow like a can of marbles
I pick one and the other becomes me
days of solitude become personified
waiting for the ultimate joy I keeps searching the name of
an emrald I discovered in this sea
an ocean I merged at each reprieve
the sin I commit and live each day
every morning I open eyes to my own culmination…
May 25, 2013 | Creative Writing
Can I lessen this pain with a kiss
Or put myself in a churning machine
to come out as a clean slate
and call out aloud your name
can I lessen this pain I caused
unaware uncalled for
can I kill the waves gushing by
carrying all that unwanted silt
God grant me a day of washing away my sin…
May 25, 2013 | Creative Writing
I don’t have wings but I pretend to fly and you agree
you agree to my flying high and my pretensions
we turn many pages at a time and arrive
arrive where many had arrived afore yet unattained
I take turns on straight roads and you agree
you agree to my stopping nowhere and my silence
together speechless we knit stories never meant to be told
tales of arriving, walking and separating one by one
I keep a dried flower tucked in my drawer and you agree
you agree to my not letting go it’s fragrance forever
the bunch from which I picked this has thrown colours around
colours that never change lest sunshine forgets to bathe my days
I dream impossible and I pretend to live by
you agree to my dreams and you raise the bar
together we climb fences and falter at every step
to arrive at the land of myriad hallucinating possibilities…
May 7, 2013 | Creative Writing
can I ever cut short the size of my dreams
can I ever fall short of sending warmth your way
does it ever occur or it happens this way
or we are life’s prisoner who had gone astray
can we settle issues that arise out of nowhere
can I fill this reservoir with nothing but air
can my earth part ways to drown my laughter
can I kill this bird with just my hollow gaze
can you step on flowers that comes your way
can I scream louder to make the sky scare
can I shut these stars that shine in my hair
can I smear my smile with an ashen flair
can you ever stop breathing down my lane
can you ever look back from where it began
can we cross the bridges that has risen from nowhere
can I blame the intruder for this divine single tear
