Morning chirps mock the muddled mind Too many whys and unresponsive echoes Lonely dawns and lost dusks Change changes nothing. Pine spines cover the terrain in rust Rocks peep from behind the trees Road twists every fifteen metres Mould settles in every crevice Trees ambush the trails Toes and peaks talk River disappears * Playing […]
The silence of the wind is an enchanting absence. recurring consistent soul-consuming The change of seasons is an illusory anticipation. atrocious unfulfilling life-denying The colour of the sky is a blurry vision. sooty sulphuric eye-scratching The flower of the tide is a dusty heap. Sweeping the tree only by a violent surprise The wind is
Do you know the real me? A charade of childish apprehensions A flicker of hearty laughter A cornucopia of silent deceptions A bundle of sighs A glimmer of fatigued vision A string of desperate forevers A clinging for new tomorrows A hope from the depths of hopelessness You do not know the real me.
Let me ask you, please? What do you do when you know they know how you feel… Know that all has been invested And has been revisited Reiterated and reassured? What do you do when you know they are crying softly… Know that they have shut themselves And has been irreversible Indelible and irremediable? What
There’s one. An extremely precious one Sparkling Envied Possessed Locked up Till eternity but not acknowledged Nor remembered Unless To make a statement Perhaps Like an heirloom which stays Forever Is summoned occasionally. There’s another. Like that little piece of jewellery which everybody recognises That favourite tee that always fits That lipstick shade bought every
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Outrageous similarities in lives lived at distinctly different times Shared, not just as they intersected Shared, at a different level altogether. Unknown by at least one Unravelling to another Everyday. Unspeakable parallels Undeniable truths Surely they are, right! Am I reading in a bit too much? It shouldn’t unfold in the same way It should
Remnants of an abandoned shadow Desolated Deserted Deciphered Haunting dark memories. That itch, exactly where, nowhere. The flight Exactly where, nowhere. Those loud loud noises Voices from the heart Amnesiac longings Transversing on crests and troughs Loss at both ends And the gist A hyperbole A sigh.
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Life’s not giving me alternatives I feel stuck They talk about me I have become a myth. Life’s moods are sine waves I feel the drift It’s being impulsive It’s taking me with it. Life’s as I think of it I resolve to shift I’ve gotta stick I will make it.
Ecstasy in tapping n toppling bottles in shelves Sketching stories in air while elders chatter Inching closer to the screen with every incomprehensible talk around Focussing on the littlest the tiniest possibility, still or alive Revelling in myriad pleasures unaware of the rest Settling in a corner with the craziest of imaginations Reciting and reiterating
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And then we came closer So close we could not see which is which I went too far Too far to realise There was nothing in it for you Just a distraction, a deviation perhaps. And as you realise No length of time would bring your steps back to me No stretch of tears would
