Hair the colour of sunshine
Mouth wide open in a loud smile
You remember your feet in white sandals
As she stood beside you, in a yellow sundress
The hot, dusty parking lot
Screamed for release
And after three months together
You cry as you whisper goodbye, hug yourself to sleep

No more than strangers in the crowd
Both too alike to be together
But at least you know

How it is to be in love with yourself.

Unaware of my worth

I have stumbled uneasily through auctions

Never really satisfied

With the price I was sold for

The great grandmother, who closed her eyes before I opened mine
Left her cold imprint, forever on my rounded forehead
Not with her own senses, no she didn't
It was the lips of others, related and unrelated
Who decided
To let her faint memory
Reside
In me
But
Does it really?

What is my name to her, a dead woman?

Who in her life, had barely been called by her own?

Who would never have known, fifty years after her death, a girl with her blood running in her veins, would be given the same name?

Had she known then, would she have liked it?

To have someone you do not know, have you as her "namesake"?

They will fork out my eyes...they said

Peel off my speckled skin

And tear out my lashes

With their freshly cut fingernails

But still I stared

And no one came for me

If I see emotions wafting by
I'd lean onto their warm, wide back

And let them take me to their wonderlands

Whether they be empty
Whether they be bursting with colours

I'll learn

How to feel better
And look love in the eye

For that's the only truth we can be sure of

Let us set sail
On our humble raft
To no country a d to no end

Adrift in this shoreless expanse
We shall sing to our heart's content
And feed off each other's love

Hurry now
For who knows when the raft shall break it's shackles
And set sail without us?

Deleted yourself from my life with a click
Afterall, we were strangers behind the screen
Locked away from reality we talked through the night
And when we ran out of topics we bade a hasty goodbye

On the foothills of Sahoo
Where the great old man dwells
I sleep all night with broken stars
For in light I walk on pungent egg shells

Nature embraces these blue mountains
But my old friend, the sea, disowns
Might never have both, even if I can
Thus with the stars I live alone.

I had thought
I was a person like no other
Felt that the storm in my veins
Roared only through this body I own.

But then I stepped out
Out of my room and into the world
And I met so many, and I saw so many
Who thought the same, who felt the same

And I had thought this would cause me pain
But surprisingly I
I felt happier than when
I had cooled my storm in silence

The pearl that I dug out
From the heart of the ocean
Loved not me, but the dead oyster

The silence awaits her phonecall
I sweat my fears away
Patience wears thin with every passing minute
Wonder how long I'll have to stay.

Gladly, yes, gladly through the screen
I saw your face for a hundred times
But now for the ring, love's unbroken string
Gathers itself around my one vice

And the vice is you
And yet you fade
Into the setting sun
And the music of the dead.

The basis of justice is equality

All principles are enmeshed into a tight orb

Thus ignore not one and champion another

For them we bring all of them

To the exact same fall

I wonder if it's a problem
That it feels like people who don't know you
Love you more than those you can feel and touch...

Once upon a time

I decided I'd design the universe

Make the stars dance according to my whims

Fry the sun in butter until

It was as golden as I wanted it to be


                            My universe lasted for a while.

What makes a philosophy?
Is it the locked brain
Or the evergreen ribbons of change?

The racket of the crowd
Or the edge of sanity on a hot, summer night?

The high ride of obssession
Or the fluid ride of emotions in the vacant room?

The rat inside laughs
As it thinks of the other rats
Squirming around it

I have failed myself with such absoluteness
That not even death
Would be of any use

I close my eyes

The night is heavy on my tired shoulders

I turn to another side to get some sleep

Vacant voices resound in my brain

Numbers fail me

Music fails me

The bed is uncomfortably soft

I am unable to sleep.

The unruly boiling cauldron of genius
Escaped from the grasps
Of the ignorant
And that was the last time
We heard anything about it

Bless the heart of this weary soul
Walked for miles without reminiscing about home
Feet soiled with grey dust
Lips sealed, emotions gathering rust

A stone in my throat

I gasp for breath as I drown gradually

Into a quagmire of useless rules

That no-one cares for, but is afraid to break

We know now why the caged bird sings

But that's all it seems

We know everything, but understand nothing

And unfortunately that seems to suffice

A pool of useless tears
Blood and sweat dirtying the ground
Useless words that hold no meanings
Useless actions that hold no truth, no determination

This foolish one is such a waste of space
And this foolish one is well aware of that herself

But, what to do?
She still loves herself
She still hopes for a better day
And so this fool will live on and on and on
Until she is exhausted of life, devoid of time

The bed sighed.
        It had been awake for a while now.
Bathed in harsh electric light, I too,
        Could feel the weariness of my dead eyes.

But sleep refuses to alight!

Countless silent nights I have spent
Tired, withered, weary
But still
             Unable to rest.

I'm sorry
But I couldn't get myself
To love your empty words

Feels like I could die
No one
No one will know

I could drown in myself
And never
Never wash ashore

These thoughts they come and go
But alas
Alas! I remain
Forever...
Alone...

It was a windy day
The hours seemed short and blurred
Weary of work, I
Had started walking downtown.

A long road was ahead of me
But there were no forks
No choices did it offer
So I kept walking straight ahead.

Shall I ever look back?
Maybe I will
But there was
Only one choice ahead of me