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Clouds rolling,
Rumbling forwards,
Thickly laden,
Soaked with black rain,
Unstoppable,
Even by the sun,
Growling softly,
Then stronger, building,
Until at last,
Unleashing its blades,
That cut the air,
And spear the weak ground,
Creatures below,
Insignificant,
Against the might,
Of a vengeful sky.
 Feb 2015
MereCat
Lay not your glass slippers
Upon the stairs
For I am too infatuated
With the stars
To chase a girl
Who runs from them.
There are short moments,
When the whole world gets caught inside a bubble,
Made of the brightest gold.

Launching fireworks instead of missiles,
Taking shots with cameras not guns,
Giving gifts not bombs.

For a few days we forget how to hate,
Relearn love,
Live without fear for at least a while.

Dancing and cheering,
Laughing and singing,
Decorating and Playing.

Replace the dodging and screaming,
The crying and pleading,
The hiding and running.

Inside that bubble,
All is good,
For as long as we can celebrate,
We can be kind.
 Feb 2015
MereCat
In my town
    The streets are paved
         With gold
              Because the rain
            Runs an infinitely unfinished race
        And the streets
   Are run thick with sky
       That swills above blocked drains
            And the street lamps
               Take a bathe in the puddles
                  And their lights
                       Unravel and swim
                     And sometimes
                  The wind gusts through
              And lacerates the
           Rivers of hoarded treasure
       So that our good fortune
           Is molten and fickle
             But somehow viscous
                  And the promises
                        Of our childhood
                            Wrinkle like
                               Aging skin

In my town
       The streets are paved with gold
           And so are the broken pieces
   Of their beer bottles.
 Feb 2015
Mercury Chap
Why is the world a sad place?
Why is it not worth living in?
Why is it that we a forced to fantasize about a magical place?
Why is it that we are even existing?

Why?
This is a question
that does not have an answer.
And we shall forever wonder
why we must always wander.

But the questions
We don't know the answers to
Are the questions
Which matter the most
And something that matters
Sits at our backs like a host
******* away our emotions and awareness
Taking away our souls,
Strangling our throat with an invisible harness,
Dragging us like an animal,
Away from our goals.

And so we try
to make ourselves feel
something that can be controlled;
We bleed, we cry, we burn
Or maybe we don't want to feel at all
and we fill our lives with smoke
and illusions
Or maybe
we just decide to go
and end it all
And never say goodbye.

It is a sickness
Not to ask the question "Why?"
Because since childhood,
All I ever did after asking was sigh
Because no one would talk
No one would listen
No one would speak
And still my eyes would glisten,
Eager to know: Why?

Why is the world so scattered?
Like pieces of broken glass,
We're shattered
We are taught to live like this
Since the time we were born
We are taught to live like this
Till the time our hearts are worn.

I just want to know: Why?

Why?

I want to know
But since there is no answer to "Why"
I can't tell, so,
I would just sit back
And silently cry.
I was having a normal conversation with Sky but then realised that this conversation wasn't a normal conversation, it was poetic. :) This is a collaboration with an amazing poet "Sky"
He stands,
Eyes closed,
Dreaming,
No,
Fighting with his mind,
In utter peace,
Breathing slowly,
Calm,
Within him,
Nothing but growing warmth,
Pulsing through him,
With every mellow beat,
Of his yearning heart,
Slowly calling,
In a glimpsed moment,
Of panicked caring,
Soon dying down,
Into pure bliss,
As her smile,
Soothes,
Gently,
Embracing his soul,
As he steps forward,
In endless trance,
In hopeful steps,
That hardly dent,
The expansive miles,
That separate their hands,
That keep them,
Longing,
For their eyes to meet,
And share in,
Perfect joy.

Though his eyes are closed,
He finds love that keeps him,
Though unable to compare,
With the day when,
He can let his eyelids rise,
And still see her there.
I have been writing a poem every day for 2 months now :)
I can't see the thread that pulls me,
But I know where it leads,
I can't hear the hound that hunts me,
But I know when it feeds,
I can't feel the heart within me,
But I know how it bleeds,
I can't smell the fear around me,
But I can tell when it leaves,
I can't taste the poison on my-
Wait!
You've been in this circle for too long,
Stop following the path you know and move towards uncharted territory,
Follow me,
Trust me and I will trust you,
Take my hand,
And together we will escape this mess.


My time in here took its toll,
But not enough to ****,
And with you, my dear, there's no other choice,
But to love and trust your will.
 Feb 2015
MereCat
You know that moment
When you just want to
Shatter everything
And you want to have the power
To tighten it all into the
Clenching ball of your fist
And all you are searching for
Is some sort of hole in the canvas
Some sort of loose thread
Of thoughts
That you can staple around your fingernails
And t
e
        a
r
You want to slice upon the sky
Let the sun bleed out of it
You want the ground to rupture,
The carpet to erupt
The clock faces to be seared right off
The only satisfaction
You can imagine is one made of
f
r
    a
g
             m
   e
n
           t
      a
t
       i
o
n
   ?

You know that?
Yeah.
This is my rage song.
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