Collateral Damage

and once you take 

that leap of faith 

for free fall.

You gotta be prepared 

with hitting rock bottom 

as well.

The Blind and the Blinded

and there you stooped..with reckless abandon

while I ignored when they said

         run as fast as you can

You Cannot Forget What You Do Not Remember

Yet another dawn in New Delhi.

There are a few things you cannot forget. For example, swimming.You cannot forget it. 

You may not have been to the river for 50 years- but you cannot forget it. 

Because, it has never been remembered; it has gone into your being; it has become a part of you.

There are a few things you cannot forget.

Goes for certain people as well.

You may Live as a Rich Beggar or a Poor Millionaire

Riuns of Hampi (Vijaynagara Empire)

You May Live Lavishly.

Yet.

You Own Nothing.

 

 

Nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Necessary Evil

Masks,  Kunstkamera, St Petersburg, Russia

Sometimes we need our lies.

Even the ones we tell ourselves.

Especially the ones we tell to ourselves.

Sometimes,

those are the ones we need to hold onto most of all

Dancing on My Own.

 

Name : Dancing on my own (Robyn)

Cover By Callum Scott

A Cover Infinitely better than the Original and one I currently cant get enough of.

Somewhere, a Clock is Ticking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I just wanted you to be proud.

But you always said it was better to be good than proud. To be honest than proud. To be Fair than Proud.

So I kept all my promises and appointments and I told you the truth out loud.

I loved with my heart on my sleeve even when I was crushed like a fallen leaf on the ground.

So I'm good

Please.

Be proud.

Have you been keeping your promises lately?

Remember, not so long ago, 

with passion strung high and pursuit running deep

desirous of an outcome, amidst loosing your sleep

you whispered words of promise, ones you vowed to keep ..

I'll find you.

I went astray today.

I lost my way today. 

In that split second instant when you held out the sun, in the tips of your fingers, and offered it to me. That Light was so blinding I had to blink a few times to clear my eyes. When I could see again, I found that I had strayed a long way from the path we were on, and the sun was back in the sky. 

But you

 were gone

and the Darkness was cold and empty.

I am searching for your light but now only the shadows show me the way

I'm not afraid of the Dark.

I'll go back.

I'll find you.

Deaf Meets Mute

Within the silence

In your bed

Above the noise

Inside your head

It nudges, it whispers

It resonates

Yet, you cannot hear.

 I cannot say.

Stay

Go.

Go if you must.

But I so wish that you stayed..

Ain't the first time I've loved and lost

Nor the first time ; being betrayed.

The walls will come up again as they were

Another impetuous pallisade

Go on 

Go, if you must.

But I so wish that you stayed.

If the world were a ball of glass
Its only so long before it acquires a crack
It seems detachment is the operative word.
A virtue I seem to thoroughly lack

As you go,
You take away a piece of me,
and I will worry for I am afraid,

But really, go on 

Go,
If you must.

While I stand, wishing that you stayed.

For The Love Of Sin and Vice Versa

An Epitome of Love or A Monument to Murder?

Committing love. 

Condoning Sins.

It did not start from you.

Condoning love.

Committing sins.

It wont end with you.

I wonder what you are so afraid of then?

I Wrote This For You.

One day that plane ticket will be one way.



Soon.

No One Knows Everything

            I hope you learn everything you need to learn before what you don’t learn, hurts you.

The Bitter Coffee Soldier.

And as she tinkered with the cubes of sugar kept in an inconspicuous bowl in front of her, 

Thinking, 'What if happiness was packaged into cubed bite sized bits like this, maybe then life would be a better place'

Miles away,

Oblivious.

 He pushed away the sugar bowl,  took a short sip from his steaming cup of double espresso, thinking 

'Some things are just better dark and bitter'.

The brighter your light, the stronger their shadows

And thus the night beckoned the morning

Spent, weary and blinded by the cold

But the sun procrastinated the dawning 

Wary of what the night and the secrets it may hold.

My Neighbour : The BoogieMan

For the love of Pablo Neruda

Many know how to be with one.

Some know how to appreciate one.

Few know how to keep one.

Still fewer know how to hold onto one.

Yet

Only a handful know how to love one.

The following is an excerpt from a poem penned down by one of my favorite writers for whom I have something akin to that of  a crush. He also belongs to that handful category of people who truly knew how to love a woman :

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

The Bridge That Let's Me down.

The view from the top.

Fear.

Sometimes from the Height.

Sometimes from the Width. 

A Riveting Man

There is no telling

Nothing more compelling

Than a man who can hold on to his woman as if there is no letting go

And one who's sense of rhythm, can scorch the dance floor.

One death for one life

Off the shores of Pambam Bridge. Madurai

Pierce.

Pierce through a bit more.

There is still much suffering left to endure.

For the day is done

and my time has come.

to die silently

So that the Moon can breathe

A Blind Man's Bluff

She thinks about the first time she met him, and how she thought she saw something there behind his eyes

the spark

the soul

the kindness

but now she looks at him again and sees it was only a mirrored reflection she mistook for a sign.

it was only him-looking-at-her that made the light

and now that he looks away

his world is darkness

but with a blindness even he can't see.

When a song touches a chord somewhere deep within.

The Voice. The Lyrics. The Music.

The Goosebumps.

When Your Future Lies in Your Past

In as many ways as pain demands to be felt. 

As urgently as Destiny's cards will themselves

 to be dealt.

So do memories whisper to our dreams to see themselves last

They're sometimes poked by our future

They're other times nudged by our past 

The Final Barrier Separates Us

And then, I tried breathing my life into you

Of inhaling the sickness into me while I breathe health back into you.

And then  I clutched my eyes  tight shut

To convince myself this was a dream

A nightmare which would stop.

It had to stop.

Couldn't it see this was constricting the very air I breathe?

How could it not? 

Yet.

I woke up to find the rules haven't changed.

The world has not stopped.

The critics haven't stopped criticising 

The haters haven't curbed hating

Unrest follows every tomorrow

And you have gone where I can't follow.

Please.

Hear the the words I am saying.

Heed the prayers I am praying.

Call me.

Call me to you.

Call me to where you are.

Soon.

私のお気に入り - YOU

The belief that could restore the world

Picture credit : Davis Adrain

And then a small voice nudged him from inside,

while she stood there in front of him.

and it seemed her light would fill his world and banish the Dark he'd known for so long.

Pierce his weary heart, and allow him to feel.

Yet

he resisted, resolute,

not daring yet to dream.

"I will not be good for you," he said.

"No," she replied,

and held out her hand. "But maybe I will be good for you.

It Was You

Turn away. Go escape
 find your relief

As you indulge yourself

In your reasons of make believe

Yes, Hide. Avoid.

Sure, Stay out of sight 

Convince yourself with whatever it takes

To get you through the night.  

Walk. In fact, Run. 

To greener pastures across.

Dont pause . Don't look back .

To see your damage caused.

Abstain. To sustain. 

That stubbornness. This charade.

Disregard who it maims.

Continue your high horse parade.

I promise.
Wont ask no questions

for the scars you are mounting

What I don't promise.
 Is forgiveness 

For every blow, but who's counting. 

And when I'm asked who caused this.

I'll take your blame too

But you will know what was the remedy.

It was you.
It was  you.
It was you

Two little words that hold a world of promise.

And then. 

Two little words that seem to me as a prelude. A precursor to something wonderful. Like a swift, surprising transition.
From nothing to everything.

And then. 

And then..  there it was.. Tucked inside his pocket, a few wads of unexpected money. Lying there, waiting innocuously, to be found in case of an emergency such as exactly this.

And then.. her feeble hands softly twitched around his....and she blinked her heavily sedated eyes open to meet his. 

And then.. the phone rang, to tell her that everything she had given up... 

had been worth it.

And then.. the light pierced through the forbidden sky 

and the rain stopped falling.

And then.., she said,"I Do""

And then, his terse lips broke into a broad smile.

And then.. I met you.

The Symphony of the Heart.

Where.

are.

you.

The Keys to the Door.

The door is locked.

Windows bolted.

Curtains drawn shut

Lights out.

And then there are whispers outside.

Unlock it! Open up! Let us in! NO, This is important!

and then the whispers graduate to raised voices and violent tones.

And then they scream and growl and hurl and scowl due to the long wait.

I wonder if they considered that its the darkness that's holding me back.

And I wait for the morning light to find my way to the door.

I will let them in.

I will be a better person.

Maybe tomorrow.

....And then there were none.

She came back looking for her chalked-on pavement fairytales,

merry-go-round horses and

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

dreams.

but this time the story ended before she had time to jump.

Only the rain came down.

melting sunshines and rainbows into the grey cement floors that cracked beneath her feet.

To the Sellout seeking Peace.

Back then

A sandpit was your oasis

A dirt road, your wild west

An old tire, your 4 by 4 you would use to  cross the world

And you cherished the world at its simplest

Now

You have your swanky holidays

And a brand new demeanor

Peripheral plans with the boys and your brand new toys

While you scramble for still more

Yes you’ve bought your dream-come-true

But really,

You’ve sold (out on) the dream

then lit a match and flicked it to

The one person always rooting for your every win

And yet

Yet today you ponder

Over the source of this reminiscent agony

And yet

Yet

You still wonder

Why does peace keep eluding your company.

Act by act. flick by flick. House to ash. Watch it sink.

-pictor quod scriptor