Incomplete

A million times, a million things I’ve let time decide, left for the universe to conspire. Fancy are those thoughts and foolish, those convictions that make trivialities seem grander as we approach the morrow. Dawn brings with it, a merry chirping, a prayer of hope and a warm embrace and the zephyr. Days are prayers…

Wishes and words

I wish I could write for a living. I wish I could write for the dead; I find no joy in giving Life to fears and the life we dread. We walk the line of faith along the banks of rivers and their convergence. There is no way up, I see no way down but…

Under the weather.

Why are plastic chairs slippery? I stretch my legs on the wall and my ass slips forward. It’s irritating. What do I do though? It’s great out there in the backyard this time of the day, everyday. The sky traffic is constantly on the move. There are things better than human interaction. The plants under…

Monsoon blues

It rained this morning. It rained yesterday and the day before. I sat by the door peering out, distressed as my routine is at stake. For someone who’s bored by regimen, I’m desperately looking forward to something usual. The world seemed to be at a standstill except for the rain. My hands aren’t full but…

Variants

Summers have me hoping for rain, hell, even monsoons did. But that’s not the point. While I was busy hoping, a sudden surge of uneasiness crept in, distracting me from the moment. My heart holds volumes of past trials and trauma like the ash gray sky not willing to release. There are events beyond our…

I think

For years I’ve thought – Of the living, of the dead: if they’d go to hell, if hell is real. Then there were the living dead, living what they dread. If there was a meaning, if that meaning had a purpose: to all of this/us and and then there were none. About the home you…

Matters

If I could write for you, what would I? I’d ride out on my bike into those highways crossing unknown faces through known places, not knowing where I’m headed to find something, something that awakens the romantic buried within but I’m too lazy and it’s sunny outside. A long walk towards the sunset sounds tempting…

Mediocrity

From mother’s womb to my father’s idea of home, I’ve lived, been loved, betrayed and manipulated and always sailing amid a storm. A thousand times I’ve thought of selling my soul to the devil, to know good from evil but I failed. Into the world, I was pushed, emotionally naked and physically vulnerable to predators…

Alright.

I’m riding in the sunlight and you wave at me as I pass you by. It’s a beautiful day, everything’s alright; I know this, looking at you smiling as I fade out of your sight. As far as I can see, there’s a place the earth meets the sky and I’m happy I’m not right….

Together now

I have lived, I have loved; I have lived enough to know how fickle it is, that love. Like petals, I plucked those memories from the flowers of my past relationships. And days breeze past like leaves in autumn from the tree of life. There are puddles on the way and I leave no footprints;…

And nothing

Like graffiti, the thoughts in my head are messy, and displeasing. Too many colours, too much passion. A walk through the chaos leads you to art, to abstract emotions and unexplored territories. The fires you put out, the gutters you walked in and the shame they rubbed in your face start making sense. The clot…

Attires.

My old man changed like his coats that hung behind the door. Sometimes dark, sometimes light. His shirts never matched the coats, neither was he always right. Always right is mostly wrong, I guess. A man changes clothes like snake sheds it’s skin, only when it’s necessary. I may be wrong but I don’t care…

Midday blues

Chewing on the cream filled bun, I raise my other hand and a leg and roll over to the other side. I’m sleepy. This is how good I am in bed. I always have been. Last time I checked, I was telling myself to quit eating sugar. Scratch that. I’m glad there’s no unfinished work…

Me/Us

In your arms, I feel like heaven and hell are reaching out for me; pain and pleasure course through my body. Why does blood carry legacy? Why does one feel like family? I’d give you my life, if only you were willing. Your silence sounds like promises, your absence is a promise kept. This skin…

Weight

Carry me in your hands / Carry me on your shoulders; in the summer to the sands of time to wash these wounds of mine. I open my eye to a wrinkle in the sky, I’m hanging on to you and the memories of a scarred mind. How far is now? How soon is tomorrow?…

Voids and feelings

I peel the skin little by little, inch by inch until it hurts, until it bleeds. I rub the blood on the wall, throw the bits on the floor and stare at whatever. I’m lost. I hear voices from the voids within me. The scars of time make morbid melodies. A warmth consumes me from…

Rain.

Going to bed in wet clothes is not a good idea, I suppose. But I walk out despite the rain. A feeling is missing, it always has been. Searching for it in the rain isn’t helping either. A cup of tea perhaps? A penniless man on an endless road does not sound poetic. It sounds…

Behold !

Ye regular clouds trying to show you they’re significant; that they have a shape and mean something.They lie, they cheat and run. Yet you contemplate,Await their return. O foolish hope!O hopeless human!Look at yourselves.

Summers – collaboration

I wander into the blacks, into the blues, where there was a sky before. The stars light up my eyes, the nights hide in my hair; hymns of life waltz inside my lungs and skin reeks of age. These walls have ears, my memories lose years; I chase voices, in the field of unending summers….

Ah. Well.

Restroom was never this far. Withholding a tsunami is excruciating, so I run for it. “Which way to men’s room” I ask. “Down in the basement, right beside the ambulance.” He said. Now, I started looking for an ambulance instead of a toilet and to my surprise, I see neither. The old man beside the…

Favours.

I wish I could watch the stars all night. Alone. I ask nothing of the world, I’m too generous for that. All I need is some time alone. Looking outside the balcony is painful, everything is so far away. This is when I feel like the world is being a bitch to me. I just…

Falling.

What have I done to deserve this? What have I done to deserve anything at all? If I could leave this place empty handed, I would. Long night hours have passed and I still think it’d be better to be disowned. Caring is a burden. Being cared for makes you a burden. You may disagree…

Things

That awful toothpaste, the rough towels, unpressed clothes, stinky socks, those old shoes, the daily commute; Tasteless music, bland food and words unsaid; Traffic, honking, the job you hate, headaches, pills and people. It’s amazing what you can get used to.

Clueless.

I know how it feels like, staring out the window, at the sky trying to enjoy the weather with a terrible headache. Nothing seems to ease your mind, not even food seems pleasing. You wait for a chill down your spine or something that gives you goosebumps. You see neither a goose nor a bump….

Nothing new.

The highway never gets bored of me, evenings these days witness me there at a hotel, having a lonely sip of tea. I wish it rained on my way home so that I can stop by and stay out longer. When did summer pass? Is it June already? The petrol prices are up in the…

Droppings.

When I look into the skies, I wish I were a bird. They don’t stand for freedom, fuck that shit, but because I can shit on people and get away with it. I also think life is as random as bird droppings; not to birds, but us. Plus, I wanna know how it feels to…

If only

The sun comes up, the sun goes down and the moon comes around and it goes on and on. There’s sweetness in the air and reflections in water; I sense life in trees and I begin to wonder If The sky is a jar of honey, dim and golden; like the peak of my youth…

Dear mom.

Would I be kidnapped if I didn’t eat? Will the monster take me away if I don’t sleep? Is it still wrong if I took a peek? Is today the start of another week? I wonder if I still look cute in pink. Sometimes I wish you lied to me; tell me life is beautiful,…

Post breakfast stress disorder

I don’t care what’s for breakfast as long as there’s breakfast. No matter what happens to the world, I’m unbothered. So many books have been left half read, a few are still unread. I spend money on useless things and regret, I repeat the same mistake and act like I forget. Don’t ask me about…

Thoughts of summer

If you could choose, would you choose at all? What happened to the times when trees whispered our names? it’s been quiet lately, I see rocks but none seem to tell those tales. From the endless orchards to aimless mountains, the seasons have searched for you; like a child that hasn’t come home from the…