I have been trying to write. I swear I have tried most possible means. I have stayed up in the silence of the night, waiting for a muse to drift by into sleepy eyes. I have strayed into lonelier dirtpaths, recluse benches, shadowy trees, pitch dark corners, my bed, the floor, upon a table, under…
Deeper than the night
They sat side by side. The monochrome from the garden lamp cast two shadows on the ground- their contours only inches away from just brushing past each other. Their figures were settled so comfortably against the background that it seemed as if the cold night had awaited their warm smiles for long. They smiled; eyes…
Still…
In my breath, there Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing Nothing at all to see In my voice, there Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still Is a desire, Desire…
Twice four steps
Once in a summer haze of smiles Twice four steps stumbled together Falling upon the same winding path Together for a second Then far apart.
Down the stepwell of questions
So, today was pretty much insignificant. Insignificant, i.e.- something that doesn't hold importance. Right? But what's important and what's not? That is the question. Shakespeare makes an appearance in my head, and says: "Human emotions and beauty is... " Hawking says: "God plays dice, whatever is important, isn't here, isn't this!" Rowling came, and…
Someone asked me, what keeps me going on…
It's both simple and difficult. Whenever I have thought even remotely to dissolve my existence, only a few thoughts have kept me on the scaffold of life. There is nothing lost, nothing at all, till you have your head and body intact. Till the question is not of a life threatening situation that you're placed…
Fibs and Myths
Midst fibs and myths of god's existence, I sat hands folded- clenching anger in the prayer, But tendrilar strokes of intrigue unfolded, then I sat dumbfounded, awestruck there... Melting into the air, the products of nothingness, the ash of burnt up graves of light... could arouse the spark of lost belief, of wonder, of amazement,…
Cold floor, colder feelings, smoke and more
you know what's beautiful? when i sit on cold floor, and even colder feelings inside of me... and i know, that finally i'm home alone and i can afford to release. But somehow, i cannot because there is always a hesitation that chokes back sobs and words alike... either arising because i sit there not…
Definitions, refined
As i fell, and fell beyond the reach of light of stars that tethered my life, and fell.. fell deep into the past and into oblivion- my future. my love, i found myself redeemed by a light that shone, none like what i'd known. And since then, i knew, I was yours. Since that day.…
