Iridescent dreams, technicolor on a blue black stage...
Soaring heights, endless depths and miles of nothingness,
a billion beautiful images, flash past, excite and engage,
Morphined away from what's real, the mess....
Wake up to what you face, a struggle and a bag of lies,
a daily sickening rigmarole, a hypocrite's paradise,
A mind numbing, breath choking closet of ice;
Curse the day fate rolled that decisive dice.
Written on sunday, may 10, 2009.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
An incoherent whine of an incompetent existence.
From the angst driven recesses of a much troubled mind,
fire red passions mangled to an ice blue hue,
ill-formed emotions peek out in search of expression,
to escape the bars of a comfortably numb heart.
Solo strings of an unaccompanied violin,
eke out a tune to pierce the eternal silence,
of a love never found, hope never lost,
orchestrating its symphonic fantasies.
A stab straight to the center of the heart,
the gushing blood, the blinding pain,
evidence at last that life still lingers,
a chance to scream out a billion unsaid emotions.
Written on saturday, may 2, 2009.
fire red passions mangled to an ice blue hue,
ill-formed emotions peek out in search of expression,
to escape the bars of a comfortably numb heart.
Solo strings of an unaccompanied violin,
eke out a tune to pierce the eternal silence,
of a love never found, hope never lost,
orchestrating its symphonic fantasies.
A stab straight to the center of the heart,
the gushing blood, the blinding pain,
evidence at last that life still lingers,
a chance to scream out a billion unsaid emotions.
Written on saturday, may 2, 2009.
To H
You,
the recluse, the shy one, the one with a lot unsaid,
the one deserving of love of the right kind;
an online human connection, that neither ever fathomed,
a long walk at night, a night spent on a mountain;
through streets narrow and wide, we walked,
savoring the sights, sounds and tastes of a place we hold dear;
an oriental adventure took you far, to a land of wonder,
thousands of words traveled cyber highways to bridge the gap;
and we held hands long-distance.
the weight of a grown man sits on your shoulder so lightly,
And it is my wish for you, never may worry crinkle that forehead,
and never may that dignified and soft spoken demeanor, flounder.
hope love walks with you, and diffuses its charm at every step.
And I be a spectator, to the story of your life.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
the recluse, the shy one, the one with a lot unsaid,
the one deserving of love of the right kind;
an online human connection, that neither ever fathomed,
a long walk at night, a night spent on a mountain;
through streets narrow and wide, we walked,
savoring the sights, sounds and tastes of a place we hold dear;
an oriental adventure took you far, to a land of wonder,
thousands of words traveled cyber highways to bridge the gap;
and we held hands long-distance.
the weight of a grown man sits on your shoulder so lightly,
And it is my wish for you, never may worry crinkle that forehead,
and never may that dignified and soft spoken demeanor, flounder.
hope love walks with you, and diffuses its charm at every step.
And I be a spectator, to the story of your life.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
To DP
A day in the A-Z, fresh in my memory,
too early to be up, for you, that was life for me though,
a half-sleepy, half-unsure look, is he a good mentor, or devil incarnate, maybe;
that was my introduction to you.
soon you were sandwiched between my long term neighbor and me,
and we were to be the three not-so-little “performers”!
we worked till our asses shone and laughed till it hurt at all the right places;
understood it was “forever and always”, and was never “too late to apologize”;
drank spoilt slim milk, thrived on green tea, and asked for our extra jalapenos and olives,
slept too little, worked too much, and reached out to our literary oxygen masks;
exchanged intimate secrets on a winding beach pathway,
having come to investigate a lone individual’s sexcapade;
the things a strong drink can make one do!
no more rambling mails to a man we both loved,
no more endless hours of working hard, having fun; me being history;
but,
every little word, every little song, every little moment of wonder,
will keep us entangled, forever.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
too early to be up, for you, that was life for me though,
a half-sleepy, half-unsure look, is he a good mentor, or devil incarnate, maybe;
that was my introduction to you.
soon you were sandwiched between my long term neighbor and me,
and we were to be the three not-so-little “performers”!
we worked till our asses shone and laughed till it hurt at all the right places;
understood it was “forever and always”, and was never “too late to apologize”;
drank spoilt slim milk, thrived on green tea, and asked for our extra jalapenos and olives,
slept too little, worked too much, and reached out to our literary oxygen masks;
exchanged intimate secrets on a winding beach pathway,
having come to investigate a lone individual’s sexcapade;
the things a strong drink can make one do!
no more rambling mails to a man we both loved,
no more endless hours of working hard, having fun; me being history;
but,
every little word, every little song, every little moment of wonder,
will keep us entangled, forever.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
To C (or rather, S)
You,
my carnatic connection,
my German blitzkrieg,
my SUNY selfish gene,
my trainee, in times of excel and ASINs;
my pantry partner, in the times of A to Z;
my movie mate, from curious cases to revolutionary roads,
my telephonic link to mankind.
my strong, independent woman,
my inspiration to laugh at the face of difficulty;
my FRIEND, forever to come.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
my carnatic connection,
my German blitzkrieg,
my SUNY selfish gene,
my trainee, in times of excel and ASINs;
my pantry partner, in the times of A to Z;
my movie mate, from curious cases to revolutionary roads,
my telephonic link to mankind.
my strong, independent woman,
my inspiration to laugh at the face of difficulty;
my FRIEND, forever to come.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
To S or M or C?
You:
my unique wildflower,
my cloud in the sky,
my dance in the rain,
my hand-holder,
my spirit-hugger,
my irritant imbecile,
my two-wheeled charioteer,
my door that’s always open,
my partner in crime,
my nagging inner voice,
my blood-less family,
my love with no lust.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
my unique wildflower,
my cloud in the sky,
my dance in the rain,
my hand-holder,
my spirit-hugger,
my irritant imbecile,
my two-wheeled charioteer,
my door that’s always open,
my partner in crime,
my nagging inner voice,
my blood-less family,
my love with no lust.
Written on Monday, November 15, 2010.
A Silent Death
Buried six feet under, alive;
no one to hear my screams,
as my nails scratch the coffin's door,
and cry their red tears,
I woke up with a start;
It was a dream, after all; or was it?
Real life doesn't seem very different.
Written on Friday, November 19, 2010.
no one to hear my screams,
as my nails scratch the coffin's door,
and cry their red tears,
I woke up with a start;
It was a dream, after all; or was it?
Real life doesn't seem very different.
Written on Friday, November 19, 2010.
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