A pair of dreamy eye lids
A stick of mascara
Bright red lipstick
Neither bloody nor bright
But just right
For an attempt
To tempt
Your wits….

A quart of a century that I should have exploited
Sat smiling
In a picture frame
Laid neatly behind in parenthesis of yesterdays
Leaving behind feeble sighs to thrive today
Of concocted “would have beens” and “could have beens”
To frequent often
At each seconds passing
As the past tense gains strength upon unsuspecting creatures everywhere
Devouring up
Time in its insatiable horrific appetite for destruction.
A habit has formed out of nothingness
Deviant delight
Of shameless immersion in self pity.
Wandering monkey in side my head
Whizzes thru the flicks of life’s choicest menus
So much and yet so little to indulge…
Now tired lumbers
Slips into a slumber…
Ellipses wait upon a waking monkey eager

free fall for free!

Duty bound
seems
Drifting still
Lists of woes long
Writing nonsense
Awaiting turn at the scythe
Meanwhile
You remind me of temporal joys
And I take a puff and another and another
Addicted
Now to keep up a habit
With no means to do
I vegetate slowly to my natural calamitous end.

knowing me.(fool moon's day)

Alone
In the crowd
Reflecting
upon my heart that beat odd...

Didn’t know what to say and when to say
No parts were assigned
my yes' were wrong so were my no(s)

an unruly player
singing off key Offstage...
look!
what A beautiful fool i am!
May I make you laugh if not smile….

Don’t know where pleasure ends and pain begins..
Love ,the ancient paradox…
Grudge the dredge of time- I curse now….
As it seems to have stretched beyond our clasp
Like in an endless stream
Of vast spaces
Seamless and eternal
Souls flap
Shimmering wings in wanton abandon
Heart strings
Teary beads of Love and its bitter stings.
From Dueling
Between logic and love
For once, can our eyes be locked in a moment frozen?
With you I realize the joy of living and the fear of loss…
This mad rush
Of unbounded love that binds!

floating space!

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Emily Dickinson.

moon3 - Gizmodo

moon3 - Gizmodo

Golden shimmer of sands
vanished
Ghostly shadows of the dunes haunt
In night mares
That daunt
During daring daylights
Wit has left
Thirst
Behind the glass walls
Choking on a dream
Once more
Skimmed the sea
Swam the tides high
Rode the Surf
In white foamy turf
Sang the songs
Muted fish songs
For none to hear
But I know
Dreams die
Only to be born afresh
Dyed in colors anew...

sigh sky high...

clicked a photograph with my eyes for posterity
last time I'd see those lips turning to me
knew from his eyes,
dreamy pair of thickly lashed hazel eyes;
Never do they fail to paint my cheeks in shades of red,
a brown sepia toned picture forming
in the back yard of his memory as well
Faded and precious..
sigh…
There's after all
Sweetness in being
The lost woman
Than the last one
Being his muse
Haunting his nights and fueling his days
Never being wasted even for a second
A romantic aberration that lasts
Never growing or reacting
Only desired and never possessed
A living memory of a
A refraction to reckon with...

Moments


Sands of time
Sealing holes in the souls
Serene
Of a secured past
Spring time
That's as fresh
As then
Sealed forever
Peace eternal!
Tears of joy,
Lakes of frozen
Memories
Dappled hues
Of despairs and dread
Mottled fires of
Desires
Doused and diseased
And a few appeased!
Silent and sheltered
Evermore
What more
To move on
Till stupor strikes
And no more woes
Just a stoic stance
In Suspension
Till sands of time ...

yawntime blues!

Best lies happen in the dark where nothing can reflect the glint in my eyes

I was heading up the road once again

Finishing my days heartbeats

Clocking in another day

Earth doesn’t move beneath me much these days

There are no ground shakers following me

I stood gaping at the vast sky above

Surely you could send me a mystery or two tonight

Stop this revving restlessness

This madness

That consumes me completely rendering me sheer

And naked for all to mock and poke at

Enough of this being yourself

Grab that hide which suits you like an unfit armor

let you suffocate in it and your boredom shall rest in peace

As you pant against its walls and sweat in the scorching heat

Cry in pain that creeps from all around

Scream your sane head away

And you’d have conquered your ennui…

on my birthday!

Today I was thrown back into the realty
Of ‘normal’ life
Of school uniforms, breakfast , lunch and dinner
In to the world of homework, scrapes and missing pencils

Today in the mirror
saw that I had been away
lines of pain vanished
Waiting to reappear eager

Today I found myself
Crying for my parents
Feebly and uncontrollably
Out of shame and guilt

Today i realized
I had been a zero
Not a 'hero' but just
A pretty Wisp in the wind

Today I mustered the strength
To unlock the door of reality
And realized
How I ever wanted to masquerade...

Today I wanted to sing my swan song
To release my dreams in captivity
And come home again to the darkness of my true identity...

virtually yours!

All day long I often hang out at a quite corner in the cyber space
Throwing my dice and playing my part
Watching hearts grope in the virtual reality
Some tenderly and some out of curiosity
Seeking each other out in a mad rush hour
From behind closed cabins
Or in the unruly comfort of their soft mattresses
Some between the daily grind of commerce
Searching frenzied for their research.
A bored mother at a cross word junction
Grandpa trading his shares for a profit
A jaunty kid at the anime world
A mad scientist on an elusive trail
Cafes smelling of fantasies
Where boys sullied by tacky porn
E- Mails shuttling back and forth
Chatting up and chatting down
Shutting down when all is down.
Moments made moments lost
World at your fingertips
Playing Gods and Goddesses
Create, sustain demolish at will
Gaming when they feel like it…
Here’s to you dear cyber space!

The serotonin hype!

The cephalic caverns
Within the boney walls
Adorned on the outside with L’Oreal streaks
Waited impatiently for the arrival
Of the gushing red stream with the potion
Of serenity !

Aimlessly wandering around
Clueless and waiting
Amassing the dreams
Some fresh, some grayed
And yet some frayed and faded
Waiting to get home free
For that holy moment of consummation.
Discard this one, or keep this one
Tries to gamble the disturbed soul
But endlessly clutches on to them dear
Until the sure cold hand disband
In just a flash all of them dreams
to the casket or vault or ashes
what a choice!
Like dew drops on a summer’s day!

you and I!

You noticed me
I perked your interest
And you let me know
That you noticed me
And I noticed you and I saw who you are
And you perked my attention and I let you know that I notice you
For you see in me what you can do to me…..
Now we notice that we notice each other…

why not?

It’s a bland life
Pure and simple
Despite the madness
In and around
Some worries and some berries
But I get by with a pinch of salt
And all the milk and sugar I can
But sometimes the milk turns sour
And the sugar gets burned
What the heck
I still love a nice nutty caramel flavored yogurt
With buried worries and berries on top...

I wonder!

Would have I lived different?
if I were you I wonder, stranger
I love your actions, smiles and gestures so brave
You ooze confidence, perfection and power
You in all your immutable glory
Render me useless in a world so unreachable…
I’ve tried, and tired of the faces that I wear
Of painful reminders of my perfect farces.

A Blog is Born!

Nursing nice thoughts
Once in a while
Lingering between stark naked reality
and soft whispering dreams
I stay afloat
Lulled by the soothing nothingness...