>A_ Your message haunts me
The one you left on the coller
Before leaving
>B_ Yeah?
I don't remember
What was it?
Must have written in a frenzy
Between tears,
I guess
>A_ But its your name that haunts me more
>B_ No wait!
I remember
>A_ :)
>B_ Mark my word
One day it will make you happy
Even if you dont know it today
You will know it one day
Gimme a call that day
Or look me up,
As they say
In case you don't have my number
>A_ :)
>B_ :)
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
Ms. Monroe -
I had painted her on my wall
In that room
In that time
That was once mine
Like herself
And is now gone..
She is still there though
Beneath the layers,
Maybe.
Painted over
Blind to the common eye
But if you look closely
Her traces linger
He outlines distinct
And her curls ever-flowing
Even the mole
Still there
Under layers
Of paint
And various other things
Becoming a layer,
Maybe
But she's still there
Etched once upon a time,
Now fogged by their layers
But I still see her
More fortunately,
Still feel her
There
On that wall
In the minds
Where she shall always be..
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Crazy people, scientists!
They say all our breaths are atoms
Of this system
And we breathe in similar atoms
With similar breaths
Similar memories
That live on
Sitting in a different place today
Different glasses
Different poisons
New people
Different lives
Yet,
Same stories
Guess those scientists
Were right
Somewhere..
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
In the lie
Lie all the beliefs
And in the belief
Die all the lies
From stories of "gods"
Who create the thunder
To the lies of love and kinship
Of societies and their wonder
Lied into religion
Educated about virtues and vice
Lied about a happy future
When happiness itself is a lie
When you break it down
Down to the last
Except that matter, everything else dies
So if its that we are all made up of,
From where did good and evil arise?
Where did the tales of myth come from?
How did this system surmise?
Wasn't it all supposed to make us feel happy?
Ah! But they were just plain lies
Lies to breed more further lies
And yet more to bear the older ones
Robbed of all the will in the world
Forced to believe the gods in the stars and the suns
Yet, the funniest irony about the beliefs
Was it a linguist's private joke?
An accident? Or just a plain riddle?
For does not every 'be-lie-f' we hold
Has a 'lie' right in the middle?
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Work to feed
And then feed to work more
Rent is high for such a life
Yet one must work
Work through the bone
Work for a home
Sell one's soul
Dream to buy it back
One day...
Day, every day
And after dusk
Complaint, crib and moan
The dream I was projected?
Where is that home?
At swords with the people
In awe of the walls
Frantic attempts
At life
Dissolve it with time -
The difference
Between a house
And a home
Yet
Leave home each day
To save that dreamt dream
Stay away
Labour on
Hold on to it
Before its gone
All for love
For dreams and promises
Of a life without stone
Of a life in a home
Work away in irony
For that dream called home
Come back to the doorstep
For another night
In the rented motel
Away from the bosses
Closer to home
Tired steps
Heavy feelings
Fatigued and torn
Thirsty for the warmth
And hunger unknown
For that place called home
Dreams of childhood
Long buried in grandma's garden
The reality of the world
Very heavily borne
With hopes of a quite afterlife
To be spent cosily
Happily alone
In that nest called home
Sometimes the walls
They implode
Family's quarrels
Doors bang angrily
After a long day's work
Mornings leave an escape
Nights are lost
While batteries recharge
For the next day
The next fight
When days are lost fighting
And forgotten are the nights
Hurrying to collect pieces
To build that dream-filled dome
That place....
....called home
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Maybe someone sits up there
Puffing a cigarette
Blowing out whiffs of dense air
Creating clouds of smoke
Strands of soul
Filling them with lives
Making them swindle
Dance and intermingle
Entangle
Dance together
For their short while
Filled with life
They dance
Hand in hand
In twos threes and as many as they can
And then drift apart
Fade out
Into the oblivion
Calling an end
To that while called life
While they danced
Like creatures conjured
Out of his puffs
That dance together in groups and in a pair
Before they scatter away
Like mist in the air
Maybe,
Maybe someone sits up there
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
The first time I missed a bus
I ran down the street
Behind the bus that was fading away
Gradually
I cried shamelessly
While still chasing the bus down
I still miss buses
I still run down the street
I don't cry anymore about it though
Guess I have grown up
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Once there was a lady called Bright
Who could travel faster than Light
One day, she set out on a friend's way
And returned the previous night
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
There is a number in my phone
That I never call
But its just there
There is a promise I made
To never call
So its just there
Its impossible to erase it
And there is no reason why its there
But its just there
I never message
Or call it
Or get a call
Or a message from it
But its just there
If someone ever asks me for it
I’ll probably say I don’t have it
Or that I never had it
And they will not trust me
But that’s what I’ll say
That its not there
But its just there
I know it by memory
It will probably change someday
Get new random digits
But it does not matter
It is not there only on my phone
Its not just a number
But its just there
Its probably out of my call list
Or not
Coz I keep deleting all others to make it be there
Or when it goes away
I just dial it to have it on the list
To know that I know the number
To know that its there
I shall never call the number
It will never get answered if I do
I shall never get a call
I might not answer if I do
But its just there
And if someday I erase my phone
I’ll probably feed it back in
But won’t ever call the number
Won’t ever get a call
But I’ll just want to have it
To know that I know the number
To know
That its there
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
As foes they head
As friends they pause
At every step
At every cause
As such we have been
Right from birth
Our mornings are loud
That muffle our mirth
We here say we are better
And across the line
They say its them!
Wearing a past forlorn
A present torn
We puff up at each others loss
Whose fault is it?
Who is to blame?
Shame on us as we both are the same
We need confession
We need to admit
To clot the blood and dampen the heat
But no!
We have no needle to stitch the cause
So fight we say
And do fight!
Sticking to old ways
Like lizards,tight!
Such meanness we show
Small sentiments and feelings so low!
Nor do they owe us
Nor do we owe
They call us foe
We call them foe....
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC