The Flipped Word

The Flipped Word Mar 2014

I've Started reading my old works
My own literary corpses
From other places, other times
And lives I used to don

I've started meeting my old words
Like those friends forgotten
The ones, that even though have left
Still linger in the niches of my heart

I've started thinking of my past feats
Instead of my present failures
I gaze longingly at this visage of time
To make up for my lost delights

I've started questioning myself
My beliefs, my dreams and me
If I shed this cloak of apathy
What will I really be?

I've started something, I'm not sure
But it's something unimportant
As it's just for me, my own tryst
But I've started finally.

The Flipped Word Feb 2014

Dear Silence

Oh Dear Silence, who do you conceal?
Is someone there, or to a shadow I speak
I call out once and then restrain, a tiring act
Is someone there or not? Are you there for a fact
Sometimes, you respond, depends on your blues
Me? I'm just happy to get an answer from you
It leaves my stingy, this emotional hide-and-seek
For once and for all will you truly speak
Happiness on one, doubt on the other hand
Emotions so extreme, for once something bland
Would actually suffice, would be okay
Just tell me this once, Are You Going To Stay?

The Flipped Word Feb 2014

The Shaky Waters

More than once storms do arise
In the shaky waters of my dark lies
And though some see reflections of hope
The transient waters change my ability to cope

These liquidities always blur the contour
In their chance to ******, in their chance to lure
And though some may easily drown
Some still look on with a pious frown

But the waters never cease to amaze
Me at my own own lies and games
And thus, ignorant of my own depth
I drown in these waters, these cheats adept

For how can you expect lilies to bloom
In this mud of charlatans all to be doomed
And how can you expect me to rise
From the dark shaky waters of my own lies

The Flipped Word Feb 2014

A thousand possibilities, A thousand personalities

These floating possibilities in my head
End in happiness, end in dread
To which oft I ignorant lay
Unknown to reality, a protected stray

Whirring continuously in my mind
Warring for supremacy, these thoughts wild
Always encounter, always collide
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Blurry shapes sometimes do take the form
Of a thousand suns, of a thousand storms
Re Materialize then again
Poking and teasing my strained brain

These lingering "could be"s stay afloat
Demanding my attention, demanding me to take note
That I still am right where I was
With an un acknowledged uniqueness and deliberate flaws

The Flipped Word Feb 2014

The Closed Door

There lies a closed door in all our lives
In love or friendship, hardships or tries
Between you and me, there is one such door
Which I long to open rather than look through the hole

But there it stands, gathering rust
Waiting to be re approached, like our trust
For you, my dear, don't have the key
And I'm too scared to find out what will be

We try in vain, the hammers of words
To break the barriers, to re emerge
But all it does is dully ache
And slowly away our memory it takes

So I look through the hole
With a hope that's nauseating
That you too are looking through it
That you too are waiting

The Flipped Word Feb 2014

Words Get In The Way

There's so much to do, so much to say
But words always get in the way
Restricting the meaning, the true emotion
Showing the anger, hiding the devotion

It's a strange thing, a cause of distress
How words are the reason we can't really express
A fake freedom granted, without an end
Restricting any chance to actually comprehend

I want to tell you so many things
Words, that only happiness bring
There is still so much left to say
But, words always get in the way

The Flipped Word Jan 2014

Creatures Of the Night

They loom in the dark with bated breadths
Burdened souls and weighted steps
As the innocence in the world slumbers away
That's when they rise, come out to play

It is supposedly a kingdom of dark
Waiting to be pierced, waiting for a spark
Shedding light like jealousy sheds love
To lurk drearily in their raw alcove

They don their darkness, adorn it with their scars
Like the many universes dotted with burning stars
And so they fight the demons of life
In slumber and wake, their war for light

They carry their shackles within themselves
Forgotten like those books on dusty shelves
Ruling and ruled upon, a twisted fight
Waiting to ambush. These Creatures of the Night