May 5, 2013 | Creative Writing
to fly away and take refuse
to shun light and sit tight
to cut the crap and talk sense
to peep inside and tell truth
to open warts and cry aloud
to scream hard and stay alive
to run amuck and feel lost
to walk straight and make noise
to tip toe and hide tears
to not sway and show respite
to live half and half die
to park pain and rejoice love
to drink meek and lie awake
to breathe deep yet keep afloat
to dive in shallow and don’t smart
for death is here and so is life
May 5, 2013 | Creative Writing
As I lay holding my arms close to my bosom
I listen to the cuckoo singing inside me
my heart and my arms heaves in tandem with it’s tune
she is far away singing to this sad melody
and I cringe right here turning and tossing thru this stagnant day
not knowing how far this can carry my frayed nerves
or how close her scream is to my core
the hues that never crossed my mind
the colors that I chose from the open sky
that scrap of breath she stole from my grasp
that chill she spent up my spine
that gray sky she made me paint across this hive
my wishes create heavens and make them fly in oblivion
my deft fingers shut my lips lest they utter curses
my heart attempts to bleed till it’s clean of dark alleys
to reach the time where I hold myself against that post
where we lay one day and sat listening to silence
the river bank where we installed tents for our rendezvous’
is witness to it torn apart in shreds
and I scream with my cuckoo from the deep of my bosom
this cuckoo sings in the garb of frivolous desire
to throw me off my guard in reckless despair
resolves to sing those songs of life that were hitherto never known
shed tears in dried eyes that are unable to bear.
May 3, 2013 | Creative Writing
In this moment of suspended desires I wake up to sounds
sounds of melancholy, sounds of sheer impeccable joy
sounds of birds that play hide and seek
sounds of hidden heavens that I need to die for
sounds of this throbbing life I am witness to
sounds of shuffling feet that pass by me oblivious of my post
sounds of atoms oscillating within the water filled with glass
do I have the audacity to utter a single syllable?
do I have the courage to break their kingly monotony?
do I have the means to pay for their theft?
I peep inside my quintisential soul
and my gaze reflects all my queries laden with silent whispers.
May 2, 2013 | Creative Writing
When this noise subsides and the silence prevails.
I sit down to think and the thoughts evade
this cluster of words like a zigsaw puzzle
sits down in my lap awaiting my caress
from this unruly heap I pick up love and begin to peel
like layers of onion it begins to reveal
secrets of life, of passion, of hunger and lust
my eyes are hazy way before I reach it’s inner core
I give up and sit idle with my hands dipped in the heap
playing absent mindedly with care and trust
they bite me in protest to bring me to senses
I surrender them back without a question
I am wide awake and the silence has risen
from the pit of my stomach and taking a shape
it’s beginning to hover over that heap
and each one of them is rising as if from ashes
I come to terms with some facts I had forgotten
I have to abide by the rules of my atoms
breaking free will never be an option
be it from me or silence or noises.
May 1, 2013 | Creative Writing
I feel scared to touch your fingers
lest I scare you away from me
I feel ashamed of admitting my concern
Lest I make you feel embarrassed
I scan my sky for teltale signs of rushes
I carry my veil as I go around establishing fences
I cut my finger to find no blood oozing
I check my heart to find a stone pulsating
I spend flowers to buy liquor
For I know intoxication induced by our presence
is not the destiny of this world I live in
Needs of my hours are reduced to seconds
that keep me engrossed in what I never attempt………
May 1, 2013 | Creative Writing
I throw them in the air
just the way they are
my joys, my sorrows, my tears, my smiles
I drown them in the water
my memories, my moments, my dried flowers
I spread them in the sky
my wishes, my dreams, my hopes, my ambitions
I save to throw them in the air
just the way they are
my joys, my sorrows, my tears, my smiles
I drown them in the water
my memories, my moments, my dried flowers
I spread them in the sky
my wishes, my dreams, my hopes, my ambitions
I save them in my coffin
my tomorrows, my rewards, my medals, my trophies
for the eyes that see them and feel proud
shed a tear, swell their chest
I live untouched, unfelt for myself
and fill this air with an empty presence
till the time it fills itself.
