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...
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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 ...
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 ...
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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…
Monday, June 11, 2007
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...
Monday, April 9, 2007
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!
Sunday, April 8, 2007
The serotonin hype!

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!
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