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February 26, 2011


Sanity’s too steep A price to pay For a poet. For a life That’s unraveling Right this minute, Like pencil shavings Winding as vigorously As she’d please, For rains serenading A desert, For autumn leaves Turning yellow From crimson. To a spring so violet, To this medley Of seasons, She’d raise a toast. Her lips […]

Me and my shadows.

February 21, 2011


The fire in her Is doused Only by written words In the backdrop, An off focus desire, A misplaced hourglass In her yogic stance Lies more Than just stamina, A divine energy To willingly obey, A composure, soothing, The scars of apprehension Clasping both their hands, Secretly slipping keys Of their rooms, As they stood […]


February 14, 2011


This poem’s about a man, so involved in showing to the world what he is all about, he loses himself at some point. With neither a lived life, nor the societal acceptance he had craved for all his life, he loses all hope… Dozing off in his armchair He wallowed in voices Awakened by the […]


February 13, 2011


How, being warped in time, travelling, not moving, left a soul frozen, in guilt, not time. How, plummeting in slow motion, felt motionless, as did, seeing the very last card, from a pack, crumbling. How, the once open field, needing no door, closed in questioning the entry through one. How, an unlettered vocabulary, of intentions […]

Lagging spring..

February 9, 2011


Heavenly drops of gold streamed down my defiant cheeks Lips now shaped in a frown, cajoled Frantic critiques So flooded was I, by emotions storming into my once aloof halls The marching army hurled accusations, annihilating my once staunch walls An eruption ripping my life into pieces Labeling heaps- ‘emotional’ and such, filtering few pieces- […]

Failed Love..

February 5, 2011


Love waltzed in, in a meeting, Air became fresher, Potential suddenly abler, Life seemed to be humming, Lyrical as Beethoven, A fluidity. Suspended by the lack, Of empathy, in this bed of lilac, Oh where was the pent up gumption? A dot seemed that boundary, That which defined her stance, In a vivacious timeless dance. […]

New Avatar.

February 4, 2011


In the midst of a multitude of emotions, or in the stillness of none, the impulse to move forward is almost wild: In active trance Seeing the ghosts of pasts, swirling, Intimidating dreams so livid, Bloke upturns sands of time, Clobbering the skeletons. Disillusioned by one’s own judgment about things, the only sentiment one trusts […]