Friday, December 29, 2006

twilight

spun cotton light
cinnamon
dreams
melt into
illusions now.
its hard to tell.

songs turn
on their sides, asleep
a word quietly
unbinds her breasts
at times,
living seems
easy
between sighs

on its toes,
a mist runs
parting time

and i don't know
what to do
anymore.

Friday, December 15, 2006

tear

whisper.

lie silent

quiet lie

Hush

no one
wants

to listen

to more noise

because of you.


Hush
let
Serenity
get to you.

you are
not to
Tear.

splinter thought

shatter scream

strip disturbance

scratch glass

pull at polythene curtains

bare.

or at least
try.

nothing gives
unless
you
tear.

do not tear.

are you?
as scared
as I am
of little paper cuts?

Be.

Monday, November 27, 2006

die blog die!!!!

die!!!

ps: ha ha ha bless your soul
you really think that youre in control

Monday, November 06, 2006

the journey of a thousand nights

drown footsteps
into grey dusks
it becomes easier
eventually,
to leave them behind.
there are no parting cries.
closure
is not all that matters.

sometimes, todays choke
wrapping fingers
around the sighs
of the one walking away.
and a thousand miles
is too far away
from the past.

choose burdens

anonymity.

faceless time and nameless people.

a thousand nights
of being too afraid
to sleep naked and alone.
spent walking
in the solitude
of keeping company
with reflections.

walking the path
to find
that the end of the road
is a mirage.

stay unknown.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

and this here is why women are an annoyed lot. why the world or approximately half of it atleast wishes things were different. not just pms, or men, or women. or ekta kapoor. although all of these contribute. Marie Antoinette would probably have come up with something better than "let them have cake" if she wasn't precariously perched and trying to find her balance between her heels and wig.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

DILLUSIONS.

Hold an illusion
up, to the light,
between fingers.

like steam rising
from the rim
of a coffee cup
from long ago.

The wings of a dragonfly
waiting to be let go.
it won't
be free
would'nt fly much far
anyway
broken, meant
to be broken someday.
fragile. like
the illusion you held on to.

Did you laugh just now?
When the ashes became dust
like that cigarette
you left to burn out.
so carelessly, unfelt.

Did you laugh just now?
or am I faking a memory?
tracing a new illusion
in spilt wine
to hold on to.
Did I laugh
just now?

DEAL

thirteen step backwards
into that square room
no walls, one window
Last time i looked out,
Framed in flaming
orange curtains, The sky
was the exact shade
of midnight blue.

remember?

When i tore up my wings
to make soft pillows;
sewed satin pillow cases
pricked my fingers sewing,
stained blood red, remember?


I'd like to keep the stains
but please return that moment
Unmake the pillows.
I was never meant to walk
make me fly again.
In the bargain, you can keep
the footprints.

the streets and the dust
stay mine though.

And while we're trading,
I'd like to exchange a reticence
for one naked laughter please.