Centuries have passed..

Centuries have passed
since I let in any light
I was happy and ignored the darkness
until it rubbed on me
and I let it go.



A star fell into my lap.
Dusty and scarred....
I wiped it and soothed the wounds..
until there was a faint shimmer.
Thereafter it wrote my story...
For centuries to come...

two years later

its been a while. seasons have passed. lazy afternoons with careless mindless laughter and long nights with ambitious attempts at writing dark pieces are things of the past. i'm not growing any taller. i wish my windows were built a little more towards the left. i wouldn't mind cornered windows as long as light flooded in at the oddest intervals. it would make me feel both disrupted and enchanted at the same time.

Wasted..

The saliva-stained glass was about to make a bow,
But the audience burst into applause much before that.
The rhythm went berserk…
The flautist smiled wryly.


Two swigs and a full moon in your window…
The pages of the diary trying to keep up with the pace of the blotting ink
and the rush of blood...
The sand-clock measuring each nanosecond of wasted time
The half-wounded baby struggling out of her womb
Is scared to death by the sight of the laughing women
Women clad in pink blue and yellow.
Polishing their fangs luxuriously.

The war is only a few nights away
But she hardly cares
She wants flappy wings and a shoulder to cry on…
The nerves are wrought.
Silence is crawling out through the doors of a break-down
Only
Only if she wouldn’t care about
All the wrong-doers in the world...

about this blog

welcome to my world.
it promises envy.
its dust-covered shackles..
ready to be broken.
welcome, to the silence it invites
welcome, to the patience it demands..
soothing of nerves,
mouth-watering tales,
so long so good
but perhaps no further..
or maybe just a little more..
stepping into the oblivion
or out of it..
the rhymes and reasons end here,
or perhaps are reborn...