Wednesday 25 November 2015

will


I lay deadened.
Craving to be scenic,
lame stab on myself.
Longing to be believed.
At least a try to fake a smile,
to be considered by the mirror I see.
Curling up to gain everything in me
Gather my every tiny possibility.
I lay deadened
Willing to be coveted.
I lay deadened
willing to be de-rusted.  

Celestial beauty

Red as a dancing sparkle of fire, 
her lips brighten in the full moonlight.  
An urge runs through my vein to touch them 
erotically, dragged in her presence. 

Bemused by her bodily blaze, 
eyes focused in the frame, 
half naked. 

My eagal vision scans her, 
An unusual stare, 
A continuous gaze, 
yet, can’t get enough of it. 

Smile that tucked deep inside me 
texture of hair so smooth that still feels  
I am absorbed like water in sponge. 
A strange fear holds my breath 
What if I am squeezed out of it? 

Monday 16 November 2015

Joy



I stand here with an ecstasy
For I stepped somewhere I had longed for. 
I can hear the birds chirping 
As loud as my delighted soul wishes for.
Maybe because I feel like singing along with them 
As I sense a relief from my achievement.

My heart smiles like never before and so does my body.
I can't stop myself from moving it along with the rhythm I am catching,
Stepping barefoot on the ground to get a sensation so cold
That runs all over me, energizing my soul
Making me feel more complete and elated as a whole.

Sunday 15 November 2015

Hopeful

I am a wingless bat 
flopping around in an effort to explore.
To rise up like a morning sun,
feel its blaze and take it into my arms.
Eagerly I can fly well regaining my wings.
Wipe my bloody stains 
that roll off my cheeks. 
Afterglow hits my body hard,
hard enough to make me hear my own heart pound.
Everything that blew away starts to assemble
like pieces of a broken glass 
It reverses to be alone.

Friday 31 July 2015

The Mask


This is a counterfeit, the mask I have been wearing,
the mask that fakes my sleep when I am wide awake, 
the mask that conceals me when I am all aware.
Pretends how careless I am,
how insensitive I have been.

The glow of my thoughtfulness agitates in a flare. 
Along with this mask, it bursts out into the air.
And to the world I become a vain. 
I be a worthless tiny mortal . 
I be who I’d never wished to be.
A coward and guilt filled  one,
Chock full of remorse,
full of the sensations that aren’t real,
full of the states, that, it should not have triggered.

Though I fear taking it off, the mask that covers. 
The only reason being my reality that I fear .
I fear my existence.
I fear who I have been for decades.
I am frightened by the world I am in.
For someone might sense my inner being. 

I lack the assurance of my admiration. 
I lack the balminess of arms of my beloved.
I am a ring that has just been tossed off of a finger .
The body that dies out of seclusion. 
yet I hid my transparency from the world.
For it might be stepped on.
Leaving it to opaque and a filth, 
I fear taking off my mask for I know what the world wants.

I fear being real for I know the world that’s virtual.
That the world cares the material that is casted off.
So why do I not fake myself?
Why do I let my soul be under the feet? 
The mask is a counterfeit I am aware.
But the world isn’t real either.

Tuesday 21 July 2015

the FEELS



I feel so intense being one to be here
Being resolved, being thrown away
And being accused of delusion  
And I feel like I am losing everything 
Everything I had, everything I arranged to make myself
This is fading away, far away

I am shuddering in this frosty cold 
Thunders don’t let me be secure 
My foundations are trembling 
I am losing my wings
They have been so wet since long 
But this rain doesn’t seem to stop 
At least I could stand to walk away into the despair
Where is it taking me??
I sense myself being chaotic 
This isn’t the usual rain 
Hard like hails, its falling on my head
Tired of saving myself from these all
My hands have been bleeding 
They are frozen already 
I need sunshine to dry me up
Dry my muddled red eye 
Free my muddled heart
Join my scattered feathers 
And amass all to create myself again

It might be easy to explore the bewildered happiness,
But the trance that stays but doesn’t please 
It makes you a corpse
A living coarse 
With everything you need but all dead from within 
I am tired of dying indoors 
Living as an abrasion 
I would better lacerate and get lost 
I better get lost indeed than to sense this feel 





Wednesday 15 July 2015

into her

Every time I catch her beauty, it intensifies me 
I get deepened on her glare, hazing my reality
Enough to forget to swoop up her memory 
I forget myself too; I forget the world I am in
And she takes me somewhere, far in the island of her love
Not only her glimpses do, every single memory does

The lines on her lips that fades when she smiles
I wonder how the eyes glorify
And the beauty it has, the beauty she has
It makes me insane wondering how beautiful they have been 
And how high they make me feel as she passes by
The colors those dark bloody ones
That’s been adding much more into it
Taking my breath away
Stealing myself from me as a whole
Making me harder to take it anymore

















An intense desire drives me crazy
Desire to keep my lips on hers
To feel the softness and a sensation so cold 
I am lost in her, totally vanished
Vanished in my own desire that I don’t want to wake up
Dont want to waste a single moment to get into her
To see myself in her
The only thing that fails to stabilize me 
The urge to be with her is what it is
Kiss her gently and lead a way up to her soul 
And be right there, wishing I could never return anymore
As long as I can sense myself being alive
I have an urge to dissolve into her 
Mixing up so finely that no outer world can see us
Intensifying my love for her
Deepening its depth  
Submerge there forever
Yes, I want to dive into it
into that ocean, f
ar and too deep..


Tuesday 23 June 2015

The " haunted me "


I feel like something’s around here
Right here, that’s keeping my senses awake  
Nothing gets into my nerve too much
Too much that I feel like throwing myself away, 
And this kind of feeling grows rapidly 
Too rapidly that I feel like I’m going to expire
I no longer can live here
This bad haunts me like I cant go on
I can’t move on
It swirls my attentions  
A sense of dying runs into my blood
This is the way that it dashes 
Leaves me nowhere but within the darkest
Trying to get the best out of me 
It often notches 
But somehow I manage to find an inner room in me
That’s where I get to store all of me 
Locking it down when I throw the key underneath
I feel a sense of relief
I come back to “ the me “ that it makes
Its keeps haunting me here, but I know i am safe 
Nothing’s changed, I am all shielded 
So, You see me as I am all-good 
But I see me and it is as I am haunted 
Haunted to the best worse that it can be
But I know the way and its how I define me 
How I define the haunted me ...


Friday 22 May 2015

In search of hope

Massacred from inside, I now lay 
With no reasons to be laid
Neither do I have reasons to wake up and move
What drags me? I give a glance behind
No drive that impel me to go
Not even my shadow
I find it nowhere around
In need of a ray of hope
In need of a push up note
I keep on lying
Stiff and benumbed
Nowadays I don’t fear death
Rather I fear the eternity
I fear the days I ought to wait
To build myself back
When how and where did I get lost
In search of myself I am wasted enough
I wish to face the low limit I can hold on to
Should I have pity on me or should I say it’s my vigor
Cause, I don’t realize I have been there ages ago
Its my outrage may be
I love to combat
Combat with myself
Unless I get the best out of me
I seem firm doesn’t necessarily mean I am
In need of a ray of hope
In need of a push up note
I scream towards my inner soul
No luck, yet I don’t find myself singing
Or anyone who could sing for me
A loud song to assure me my hope

Wednesday 25 March 2015

Cigar



I inhaled the fumes of a cigar letting the smog get in
to quench my thirsts, craving to get into my spirits, 
my inner soul had purposelessly been floating
Wandering to triumph the inner peace 
Now, every cell of mine dances to its beat 
with the ounce of smoke getting dispersed everywhere
a feeling of totality runs into my nerves 
a need to feel its warmth rests inside me
I am then a lost being, a strange feeling
That I love to take it within me, 
that feels am no more here 
I am not within me 

I puffed out a cigar letting the smog soar up 
Letting the thirst of my gloominess rise along
My Absurd mind loving to guard its innocence 
I wished I could disperse and run away,
Dodge as it swirls up 
Evading all my harshness 
all the suffocations and the mess-ups 
I wish I could mix along, along with its flow 
vanish in a second as soon as I emerge  
in every blow, being a miniature
and end up as vast as the ocean 
Leaving no scars, no remorse 
No mourn and no any grieves
All that is left is an odor
That continues 
Continues to blowout
As a lament of a departed souls...


Wednesday 25 February 2015

Mother awaits her son


she hasn’t seen him for long , she, the mother of the only son
her patience awaited till today, in a hope her child returns
unable to withstand lately, her motherhood shouts out loud
“god, it hasn’t been fair to me, he needs to be my cradle now”

the heart of the pathetic  mother stands in a grief 
now, her faith has disguised , she hasn’t seem to believe
though from a death bed, watching the sun as it sets,
she hasn’t stopped praying “almighty, bring my son back to me today”





she knows how she’s been treated, she knows how it feels
nevertheless, tends to live more, even that counts living  as a mentally ill
god had taken her child when she could fight back her emotions
and now she asks god to gift her back, coz she is no more able

she knows she can have him again
she dreams of hearing her son walk up to her,
she dreams of him throwing a heavenly smile 
she believes she can see him before her death just for a while

the world understands not, laughs on her nonsense.
Yet she waits for a miracle before her death
She longs to see her child once, while she is awake
Cruel almighty doesn’t seem to hear the mother’s soul
Only if she could overcome her grief, 
and the truth, she could accept it as the whole.. 







Saturday 14 February 2015

You are my valentine






Whole of the memories that thumps in the wall of my heart
That generates pictures of our togetherness
Since the very first day when you came over, 
Till today, on this auspicious day of our love

Feeling of emergence of joy when you crossed my way 
Do you remember love? 
The only happiness was smiling at each other,
That would make our several days
Roses showered over me every time our senses encountered 
Even the moments we couldn’t express were beautiful
That still gives me butterfly, each time I remember

Pleasant surprises you gave by suddenly showing up 
Those every little things that mattered was way too enough
To grow this feeling in both of us, bringing us where we are today
Do you remember love?
The first time you uttered love to me 
And that is the sweetest thing that you ever said

Day by day as every feeling is getting sharper  
Whole of me want you to my worst as well as my best  
My eternal love overpowering my heart,
Senses a delight to call you mine 
Let me shout out loud today
“You are my valentine”
“You are my valentine”

Sunday 8 February 2015

overcoming myself


I don’t know where shall I start
My esteemed heart has been out of path
In the celebration of freedom, 
I have gone insane out of complete glee
For I have conquered myself from the lattice thoughts
That weariness through which I went
Those creepy flashes, I tried harder to avoid.

I am a queen, red carpet awaits me 
Welcoming my grace, adoring my beauty
My triumph runs through every footstep that I take
All my ruthless memories turning their faces away
Here I come, with a pride within me 
My joy overtakes my every little sufferings 
I don’t pursue them; they are no more in me,  
Not my ambiances, not my priorities

Shall I give a glance to where I was? 
From between a crowd of my delight, a question wanders
It’s none other but the same heart that suffered 
What if I glance and quickly get back?
I know this happened a lot of times when I could get over
A determination in me gathers all my delights 
Overturning the thought right then, and then I proceed
This time its forever
No more looking back
No more vibes 
No further sentiments
Towards only there, where it feels right
Where I get covered with delights
And this time its forever
The determination, the victory
My love for self and the Certainties.

Friday 30 January 2015

Help me hear my soul



Goodbye to all the gracious memories,
That led me to be here, to be on my own again.
Not to satisfy myself but in order to seek love,
To learn how to love and console myself again.
To wash out all my injuries,
All my memories that haunt me till today.
To erode the moment from my life that took all of me from myself,
my joy, my happiness, my smile and my self being
In fact, my body along with my soul and my belief


All the happiness has faded away and guilt covers my whole
Guilt, not for what I did but for what I was forced
Guilt, not for being who I have become today,
But, for losing my innocence.
Guilt, not for being unable to fight
but for being born as a weak, craving  for support
to even stand on my own

Lately happiness has been scaring me,
Feeling of joy is terrifying me
I fear of dark, I fear of day,
I fear each and every seconds when I am aware.
Tears help me wash out my memories;
The efforts I make to shout out loud help me be aware of me
I go insane looking at the lacerations,
The bruises and the scratches, I see
They might heal in long run
 But it has left as a permanent scar within me

Hopes bring out the fear to my inner self
I might be the victim once again
I do hope. It’s not the one that tries bringing old me back
But just to take away the abhorrence I have for my body,
Though I am alive, I don’t really exist within me
I can make my heart understand,
But soul hardly hears me..


Tuesday 27 January 2015

My addiction to dark



I am addicted to dark, no light is a fantasy
Past haunts me even more than the night ghosts who scared me
And my heart shouts aloud in pain
I don't know if its pain,
that particular feeling that has always remained
Just Like a crash when you step on a dry leaves
Just that it doesn't make a sound
Heart has been so kind to me,
It gets off and on yet beats without any flaws
I get into pieces every time i happen to review my life
That pieces i know they are the one that glisten on my eyes
Letting them fall will throw my pieces away
Later how do I collect them?  How do I unite? To be stable again
I don't wanna feel them,i wish i could ignore every emotions that i get through
Then its like how i see the first star of a night
I see none when i look up first
And i come to see one
Then, i don't see others,
They themselves make them fall on my eyes one after another
How i wish to throw all memories just how dawn disappears
But as soon as joy hits me, night starts to scare
This is why i m addicted to dark,
no joy, no sense of scary night
So, when past haunts me,
i am more comfortable than the joy that hits me hard


Sunday 11 January 2015

I have a dream

I have a dream to feel at the end that Yes, i have been the one i had ever wanted to be
A dream to sense the truth of life
Such truth that has no added bitterness and no fakes and lies
I have a dream to assemble all the scattered clouds
Bring it together to rain , to clear up the entire sky
So the rising sun can rise with hope and set being free
The next day it gets even higher to let the earth see
I have a dream to keep pushing my soul
Push it till i overcome my desire
till death apart me from my whole
I have a dream to make my life worth living
And when i look back, i can smile at today without regretting
I have a dream to see this world with an eyes that not every one can afford
The eye of a feeling, the eye of perception and the eye that self conquers