I had a dream
I had a dream I had a dream I was pale and lifeless Like a leaf that detaches itself from the branch, feebly And lands on the grass The color of which was once its own . I screamed at the deaf winds I wriggled to move but the giant shoe smushed me I felt macerated . Destiny. Karma. Never ending conflict
Life, you catastrophe!
Life, you catastrophe! You feed on your prey No better than the green-eyed monster. I know your philosophy. In beautiful slumbers you insert disaster. . Was it so hard to give what Helen asked for That you wreaked havoc at poor Troy himself? And when Achilles took the arrow in his heel, The ocean cried, and mermaids turned tref! . Men came, and men went, But you went on forever. Not then, not now Mercy is no chapter in your volume of treasure.
The Color Black
This heartbeat, this silence is disturbingly calm. What are they trying to say, these lines on my palm? It is not fear but darkness that awaits, The gory eyes and the fictional date. The voices calling in the night And those inside our heads, Are they really monsters under the bed? For me, that’s the crack. They are creatures molded from the black. I know I belong there And now I will be demented away.
Love from the ‘other’ side
The night is dark and full of terrors. It is but human to fall prey to mortal errors. . You think you’ll make it up to her before it starts to grow. But, clearly, you know nothing Jon Snow! . At times it could get pretty intense. Keep your calm! All this chaos will soon make sense. . In dark times or days that shine bright, She will always come around ’Cause she knows how to love you right.
I am happy in my solitude
I am happy in my solitude. I don’t need another heart to dispense my bliss, As I feel it in the virid leaf Receiving, from summer’s first rain, its kiss. . I am happy in my solitude. Looking at those fuschia flowers, Joining me on my breakfast table, Recounting the days when they were just another bud, Blooming in their mother’s arms… Oh! those are just fables. . I am happy in my solitude. Because my heart writes a love poem,
Who’s taking your life’s decisions for you?
It’s funny how all our lives we get so frustrated when our parents try to compare us with the neighbour’s children and yet when we grow up, we follow suit. Your classmate from school is travelling to Melbourne for a meeting. Your crush is working in Canada. …
An Honest Conversation With The Moon
O creature of the night, The wolf cries in agony for your embrace. But, your love for the Earth Blinds you to the wretched sight! . O sinful beast, An embodiment of compassion! The foolish lover is oblivious To your lecherous revelation. Someone tell him that In Shiva’s head, you seek retreat. . O restless soul, Peace be unto you! You’re a force to be reckoned with, Bringing mayhem to the oceans. But I know,