Shimmering drops still Clinging, dripping down the window still After the rain has ceased. . Several streaks still lined On skin from striken eyes traced down, after the heart has cried it's last. . Solitary, swivelling leaf Fluttering through the silence, Grit hung in the wind, When a storm has come to calm. . Sharp…
Rain and wind
And now while the wind blows the last specks of a rainshower, My face freckled in bliss and distracted reality, I know I have a mind to carry and a heart too heavy, But it's the soul that speaks and needs me to stay another second before I go A second for a single thought…
Still sear…
Wounds fooled to become scars would still sear for having been healed.
Unaltered words
Eyes look like Vacant emotion Of dry tears The plea to cry lidded Beneath thick walls of kohl Utterances, answers- reduced To orphan talk in phoney voice Unclaimed belief frets loosely Within the hold of hypocritic truth Movements, motion- maimed To mere mechanic ticking of time Forced routine and dreary steps Fall back into cycles…
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.
A day in misery
12th November 2016 Here I'm sitting in a place full of people and their voices. Voices of every kind. Happy voices Tensed voices Voices conflicting each other Voices muffled Voices too loud to be deciphered I have the earphones plugged in. Soft songs.. blaring into my ear. Beautiful lyrics simply cloaking the cacophony of the…
Truce
now that, we have spoken enough, some words still playing in the head, some still hesitant inside... . now that, i have, uttered more bitter than all lies, some broken into tears, some buried, some in disguise... . now that, you have, heard more noise, than all the gibberish, that i say, some lay uncovered,…
A midnight musing
I don't have any particular epiphany today. And I'm rather slow with thoughts...but that's alright. Maybe sometimes, life takes time to respond however frantic your breathing might be. ....... Maybe, just maybe, it tries to sleep awake sometimes tries to dream with the eyes wide open tries to reason wild thoughts and tamed emotions with…
Conceited Existence
On shingle of sadness, over stones thrown in idle thought, cascading, rippling over a seaful of memories... Over surfeited surfaces, smoothed of flaws, soothed from flaws... I searched... I searched for grafts fashioned from wordy pretense, for reasons to device new reasons for sinful conceited existence. And wondered, are there any?
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…
