when I walk in the mountains
I feel really small
not the kind of small that destroys you
like an avalanche destroys trees
or makes you want to disappear
or be dispersed by a breeze
I feel like the earth's little child
like a sibling of the bees -
the delectable nectar of existence
always within reach
I feel like a little stream
leaping down rocks with ease
I feel a little too good
treading the landscape of peace
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 8:06 AM UTC
If failure collected on me,
like dew drops on waxy leaves
they would only see beauty
and declare me nature's masterpiece
If failure collected on me,
like dew drops on waxy leaves,
it would slide off in style, slowly
and maybe, I would be at peace
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 8:01 AM UTC
I wish there was an eighth day every week,
crammed in between any of the real two,
that I could slip in and out of
If I wanted to.
I wish there was an eighth day every week,
when the world halted completely,
So that I wasn’t compelled to be anybody
except for Me.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
I am a stargazer. A dreamer.
I want my pupils to be blackholes;
I want them to **** all the light from the burning stars
and equalise them with the darkness.
Because when I look at them,
their magical light and deceiving beauty
lures me. Pulls me.
And I get scared that I will burn if I dream...
burn if I try to reach for the stars.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
All I ever wanted to be,
was a Mender of Cracked Hearts.
But maybe I didn’t have the skills,
the touch, the strategy.
Or maybe a spirit possessed me.
And now strewn all across my inescapable path,
are painful, tormenting, glistening shards.
I can either tread the painful path
or be a Carpenter of Broken Hearts.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC
He threw a pebble in my emocean.
It silently sank to the bottom.
He was dry. He caused no commotion.
Struggling,
he threw a boulder in my emocean.
A small splash. It sank.
He got a little wet - tears rolled down
in slow motion.
Every muscle burning,
he pushed a mountain into my emocean.
A big splash. Inevitably, it sank.
He was drenched. He caused a lot of commotion.
Mustering all his will,
He shook my crust, my foundation.
A giant wave, as tall as the sky, rose
and swallowed him. He drowned
in my emocean.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
I was carried by an invisible force,
aboard the train of wanderlust.
No one told me to get down, to get off
because the only inhabitants of the station
were blankets of mental dust.
The train bore me far away,
to realms that were in their making.
Realms of wonder and splendour
and realms of utter confusion
that were slowly disintergrating.
It travelled along an endless track
that kept vanishing from behind.
The fear of getting lost didn’t leave me,
the shadow of loss swallowed me.
Would I ever be able to get back?
I looked out the window
and saw the worlds coalesce and separate.
Where these lands a remnant of the past,
a figment of the future or an invasion
of the present in a form I didn’t know.
If my consciousness was being sought
by anyone who wasn’t lost,
they would find it, sitting and moving,
struggling and jumping and travelling
in the train of thought.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
I used to take cover under my mother’s umbrella,
when I was small and my heart was big
I used to seek solace in her natural warmth,
when nature unleashed its turbulent jig.
I used to gaze at her tiny, natural, colourful sky,
and peek seldom at the real one;
I used to let her hand caress my tousled hair
and make sure the winds actions were undone.
I used to stomp with my little feet
and watch the droplets go flying by.
I used to let the startling waves crash against me
and feel the warmth in my body die.
But then a hug from her would invigorate me
and the cold would flee into the sky...
....Suddenly I leapt into the storm,
Into the fury of the deafening rain.
Not two minutes had it been and I wanted to
be under her umbrella again.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
You folded me with your beautiful hands
into a tiny little paper boat.
You watched me sail on life’s little streams
and taught me how to stay afloat.
You fixed me with a piece of tape or a blob of glue,
manufactured in the mills of your mind.
After the angry river and its harsh rapids
had made me the victim of their hardest grind.
You helped me flow into the sea of dreams,
and made sure the waves harboured me.
When night fell and my path went astray,
you were the pole star, so bright and pretty.
*. *. *
You were the ultimate lighthouse of love.
YOU were the most charming and adorable person
to grace my memory.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
He gazed at the sky in its entire wrath
and at the sea churning below.
The stars nestled above life’s fury
were too far away to shine upon his brow.
If he flew through the tempest of dreams,
his wings might tear and end his flight
And if he dived into the fathomless deep,
He might be devoured by the eternal night.
A thousand voices had whispered
that there was naught in the unknown.
But the world that he was familiar with,
didn’t feel like his own.
He was swept away like a mote of dust,
by the mighty brooms of fate.
And on he flew like a dainty dandelion,
shedding his hopelessness, fear and hate.
Both the storm and his starlit soul
wrestled for endurance...for survival,
The storm died, the soul survived
and he rejoiced at the suns arrival.
The wind had hit him incessantly,
Fragmenting all his weaknesses.
All he was after toil and turmoil,
was a beautiful, hard rock without any recesses.
Long after, lying on the last isle,
like a statue sculpted out of stone,
He was glad that it was him, not the others,
that had received a battering from the unknown.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC