Monday, October 26, 2009

Cloud that posses ink to flow

O cloud that posses ink to flow

I sit beneath

when I have so many places to go

I'm waiting for a reply

you look so pale today

grey in the cheeks

is all okay?

A well of words

one in each drop of water

lies in your cheeks

how do you keep it

don't the birds come and peck curiously

thirsty for conversation

and for gossip

some tiny droplets escaped yesterday

but worry not

I wont tell anyone

I know its a secret

and I know you'll tell everyone soon

when the time is right

and when you can't hold your breath anymore

other clouds will fight with you

with mighty swords of bluish light

They'll make some noise

but don't let them scare you

They were waiting too

Like at buffet dinners

when everyone waits for the first greedy scumbag

to pick his plate

But soon your friends will join you

they'll wail and wail and forget their grouses

and soon you wont be pale anymore

grey will vanish replacing crystal blue

Then will I still remember you

or will I forget when the skies are clear

will you still talk to me with the rays of the sun

Will gold again posses me to sit under you

when I have so many other places to be

Saturday, August 22, 2009

8 hour dream

Leave it for tomorrow love
tonight I want to dream of you
So much I wish to see and do
but sunlit hours are much too few
so leave it for tomorrow love
tonight I want to dream of you

Friday, July 31, 2009

Early Exit

It never hits you till it does and last week it did. Two wonderful people moved on in their journeys leaving us stunned and saddened. Memories of this dream we live in will sustain us till we meet again.

Bullet bursting through my head
lights fireworks fountains red
will line my path as I climb the stair
at last be one with my very own chair

It is always better to be watching the end
on a balcony seat with an old friend
and I too can joyously prepair
when post the show, you climb the stair

You wont leave me and I wont you
for moments of centuries and centuries too few
so live on sweetheart without despair
for I'll be waiting at the very first stair

. July 26 2009.







Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Shadows & Stone

This time
the worst heartbreak ever
but my world hasn't completely crumbled
and it surprises me
that I can still see
that I am okay
I miss you
now more than ever
because you don't miss me in return
you've found flattering love
and I've gotten a taste of my own medicine
I'm hanging in mid air
and at the same time
I'm buried in the debris of a world I created
I forgot
that someone created me
and I'm the pretend master of my play world
I hold reigns
made of shadows
as I convict myself
to a pain
made of stone .

. 24 Sept 08 .

Blind myself some balance

THIS ONE TOO IS FOR RAJ, A PRAYER FOR HIM WRITTEN DURING THE LAST TIME WE MET BEFORE HIS PASSING.

The more i see

the more I want to lie down and shut it all off

The more I blind myself

the more unfair I am to the blind

The blissful balance of body and mind

and blissful balance hard to find

come to us and tide us through

In darkness and sunshine

a life with you.

Raj's wife

She sat on her bed
alone today
a beached whale
sick...dying...alone
her partner left and swam away
and now she lay lost in vast sands
the ocean was far away from her mind
she didnt even know
the idea of ocean
i think maybe
she never even lived there to begin with
but thats where sick people go
and thats where he went
he knew...he coldnt take his body with him
for that was for smaller rivers
so he left it and for the first time
he swam into the ocean free
he swam with his soul
and he now waits for her to join him
for her to realise
that she can sink in it
or swim with her soul

. 21 Jan 09 .

Sunday, July 5, 2009

For Raj


The only thing warming me that night
was the heat coming out
from all those pyres
burning the bodies of loved ones and unloved ones
we weren't alone in sorrow
& we weren't ahead in tear count
not that anyone there sat and counted...i think
but i hear
that people like that too exist
bodies
in different stages of perish
and families
in different stages of demolish
meet at such places
and the only thing that warms them on those cold nights
is the heat coming out
from all those pyres
burning the bodies of loved ones and unloved ones

. Jan 20 2009 .