Blank...

A state where either you are too happy or too sad...but dont know which one!!

Am I
Looking for something
Oblivious
Bizarre?

The search begins,
Never ends…
I sometimes question its existence itself
No answers are satisfactory enough!
Am I chasing nothingness?
Will I ever find it?

You give me something
I want so much more
So much more than you can afford

No end...

Every morning I recover I heal
Every evening he wounds me again,
He makes me bleed again..

It doesn’t wear out, not in the slightest
There is no end to this sea..

Steadfast be the waters, so m I
Let the shores go further
There’s no end to my wings…
I ll keep on flying...

He smells of musk...

Of pensive…beautiful…almond eyes….
Animated characters…shining discs in waiting...
Las Vegas and Hong Kong…
Lights…shutters and clicks

Of Vanilla ice-cream with fruits…
Blaring music and clandestine dances…
Sad diamonds and ‘when you're good to mamma’s…
Two hands and too many a ricks…
39 boots…bit too snug to fit

Of black, white, red into green blue orange…
New belts and yellow dials…
Slug messages and elaborate calls…
Polished verbatim…vague gestures…
‘Laps’ of conversations and ‘Love’ mirrors …

Rules...

It’s hard to believe;
Though the sun shines on everyone,
There may not be sunshine in your home…

The world wasn’t made with intent!
Or was it?
Either ways,
Who made the rules?
How to live it,
How much to laugh,
And when to stop lament…

Who made the rules?
Who to love,
How,
And how much?

My lullaby...

Without words, without sounds,
My sweet lullaby...

Quiet honey colored shoulders
Cold breeze and warm hands
Nothing under the skin
Nothing under the skin

And gardens under the windows blossom
Reminiscent rains
A rainbow for each dark star
Shining geodes as souvenirs

Without words, without sounds,
My gentle lullaby...
Almond eyes sleep, they sleep...

Realisation...

A bitter sweet kiss...
The taste of your lips abandons me...
My lips surprised to have been forsaken...
A fleeting moment of realisation...

Drop....

Drop it from your hands, why are you still holding it....
its not yours….
Drop it from the rooftops,
let it fall like it wants to break apart,
let it shriek and cry out aloud
and leave behind a resonant reminder....
Drop it as fast as you can,
it wasn’t meant to be ….
Drop it sooner than last autumn,
all the heat's bottled up and corked up tight....
Drop it smooth,
let the ripples touch your feet to calm and soothe....
Drop it like a dead leaf,
leaves do fall after a certain time,
nothing new,
what have you to hold it anyway....
Drop it....
you very well will soon enough....
you know it.....
and I know it too....
drop....
drop....

Does this surprise?

Oh! A bright sun just a bit too strong n laughter around saying 'you cant fly' 'you cant' 'not you'...pre-conceived, pre-decided, negated flight…This one tired of limping, thought of flying one day, only trying and here it was...just an effort and you see the feet above the ground...a feeling of being lighter than air...the ground beneath just a picture now, not reality anymore, the real being the unseen, beyond everyone, the breeze, the wings…WINGS!! wings fly...so why the look of surprise?!

Havent begun...

A lost lover or
A new one
Those lips curled up
No more kisses to learn
Lean on your mind
Its a fatal time
Yesterdays are gone and
Todays havent begun

me...

Of black tea and wine glasses
Incomprehensible “le souvenier”s

Love half smiles through almond eyes
Geodes and precious four days
Entangled evenings and wakeful mornings

Too resolute to get immature
Too haphazard to conclude

Of birds…wings…feathers
Too restless to wait on a branch

Crazy to a happy moment
Disheveled to sorrowful ones

Gentle salty waters and dissident red rivers
Non reconcilable mind and soul