Friday, February 26, 2010

My Punctured Boat…


I pushed my boat out of its shed today,
dragged the heavy structure all the way
to the frozen waters of nothingness.

The blistering sun and the mute sky
being the only witness to my cry.

Just to see it ride beyond the numbness,
towards something new,
something unknown, anything beyond my ‘me’.

I followed a call from the other side (of the horizon),
A voice without a name, without an identity,
But it was real, at least to me!

Reality itself has changed now as I can’t read my compass anymore.
In these alien waters, the voice has left me in denial.
With no hope and no respite I reached the other side,
only to find another horizon, another voice.

And I keep sailing on my punctured boat
that I got in legacy from the yellow pages of history

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Memories…

Actions, emotions and all that
I put my eye on the kaleidoscope
And turn the lens
Images fill my mind, until I realise
I don’t own my thoughts, its all celestial
The reel runs on an infinite projector
Showing all that I have done
But I cant trace the key person
Memories accumulate and I cant pause
I just added one for you.
My beloved verse…

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Relief in Pain



The doors are closed
And the wait is over.
The forbidden dream which used to
shine in the corner of my eye, is gone
The calmness in the rage of anger is not there
in the silent alleys of nothingness.

Never thought that I could become this person
Never thought I would be relieved of the sweet pain
The tears have dried and the smirk is all that there is
Loneliness did not keep its promises
And I got betrayed by myself.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

A faded photograph


A memory trapped in time,
actions, words and an emotion.
All there in one entity,
Do you see it too?
one photograph of yours and mine
fading into the rust of time.
The smile which used to be…
has faded into a blank white space
The hug has turned cold
And the kiss is lost.
You can hardly see us,
Only two figures wrapping each other,
moving no further.
Filling a frame beyond your present fame,
It’s not the future,
Coz we have already been there,
It’s not the past, coz it’s still here.
It’s all compiled in one sheet of memory,
You and I fading in a photograph,
clicked by a moment in time…

Monday, November 23, 2009

Who am I?


I am the darkness next to you
I flow in your veins, and embrace your heart.
Light goes through me, so, it never reaches your eye.
I lie, deep under the burden of your desires
Raped and tortured, humiliated and chocked.
Not a word reaches your ear,
All my screams travel inward.

Why?
Is not what I ask today?
Unveiling my mask, look into my eye.
Do you know who am I?
This is me, my identity.
One word defines all that you see.

From you I have come they say,
But does that account for everything you see today?
I might be an extension of you,
But so are you, coming from my wo(mb)...

Monday, October 19, 2009

In Your Arms



I wake up and dream of a life incomplete,
Dying each day to be alive within,
To hide my visage in this masquerade.
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

I am free from you and you are not me,
revealing our true identity to this endless night.
Lost inside, while our faces smile.
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

Untangle me of this exile,
Breathe in to me and show me love.
Not a life, years or months; just a moment of us.
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

Tomorrow will not be today,
and today is not yesterday
It is only us in this time and space,
Wondering! how life would be in your arms.

You are complete and so am I,
Yet, together we achieve incompleteness.
Me and that person you created
Miming the same words in different languages.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Paperboy


Words form structures,
And people trapped in them,
I see nothing beyond what is shown to me,
I feel something in my head but it’s not me.

I wait on the doorstep for more of it,
Lives waiting to be dead,
This morning would be different, I assume,
No tanks blasting, no buildings going in fume.

What is beautiful and what is not?
What is right and what is wrong?
Just directions,
Leading everyone to their home.

The maze is open at all ends,
Death stares at the prisoner in the eye,
But do you have it in you,
To not know what will become of you?