Aug 13, 2013 | Creative Writing
With hollow claims of a life
I asked for moon from the sky
And the stars that came by
Riding on the chariot
Of the moonbeam I dreamt
Lay scattered over this path
as my fingers failed
And my feet stayed glued
I sit silent
my head resting
on sounds of castles
erected on water
That never flew in rivers
From the land of my survival
And the sky whispred
You need to be born
Yet again…
Aug 12, 2013 | Creative Writing
Walking on thin air
the horizon seems hazy
Do i caress this river’s surface?
Do i touch atoms that come from nowhere?
I search far and wide
I long deep and deeper
I laugh at absurdity of life
I cry at audacity of death
Still born I look for a reason to scream
Till I fall on deaf ears
The way the witch glides down the aisle
Riding her broom of wishful thinking
In the moment of wasteful weighlessness
I dive to emerge defeated, cheated
Yet ready to die for another lifetime.
Aug 6, 2013 | Creative Writing
in an attempt to touch the base
of my vocal chords
I cry out aloud and harsh
I caress a ball of fur
and my palm feels a hardened surface
what could cause it?
this subtle erosion in my soul
it does not hurt
it sits silent
in anticipation
of some new age emotions
that could carry me
across these clouds
shaken or broken or mended?
may be I will know
or might not know
but I know this gulp sitting right now
will never leave the base of my throat
this is made of the matter
stolen from my soul.
Aug 6, 2013 | Creative Writing
circular roads never meet at junctions
the access track
that emerge from one point
ends in echo of successive thoughts
thoughts of intrinsic
self contained parlance
that myopic stance I sent in horizon
boomerangs at my doorstep
in multiple wavering shrieks
if I ever get up from my post
and walk away nursing my sprained ankle
I end up feeling disjointed
at all joints that ache and cry out aloud
for painkillers that put me to sleep
and I deny this shallow oblivion
until it reaches my inner core
to put me to sleep.
Aug 1, 2013 | Creative Writing
Is it me ?
or is it the magic of you being with me
I rest my case at our threshold
here
I test waters with both my feet immersed
if I swim across my ocean
I regain youth and die unseen
if I drown I get to see the bottom of our sea
entangled in weeds
immersed in salt crystallized from our dry tears
I rest my case at the altar of we
or is it just the magic of you with me?
I rush towards gray evening
while holding dear to a single thoughtless carefree morning
I check every corner with a sigh of wish full glee
till I drop dead and still look around for a single sign of thee
is it really one big portion of me?
or is it simply the charismatic magic of you being with me.
Aug 1, 2013 | Creative Writing
Open to the winds, wolves, elements
hunger, thirst, passion, love , fruits of fufilment
acid rains of forbidden lakes
is it one single sun ray ?
or it is one dark cloudy drape
over the head of a shy lass
bride that could be and never would be
groom that should be and never would be
lethargy writ from horizon till the sea shore
tea that brew over open wires
pavements that reek of fond footsteps
pavements that whisper lores
whiffs of coffee through these nostrils
shouts in attics like banshee’s screams
come hither you awkward animal
halt and spread your woven carpet
this is the place to sit and eat.
