Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Thats That!!

Empty,
from within
in front of me,
Empty

people say I can,
I have the potential,
its a blank slate,
I can fill it up!

empty
blank
nothing
in front of Me
within Me


People said its too late
hopeless
i don't deserve it
i can't.


empty
all i see...
all i feel...
nothing
blank...


waiting...
for the stimulus to open me up,
to let it fill me...
make me whole!
a Union a Communion
a Holy Purgation
like an orgasm.
but when?
and how do i make myself wait?

i am empty
i am blank
A slate to write on
But who weilds the pen?
some said I did...
but now, its clear!
I wait for The One
who wields the answers
like a sword,
not to heal.... but to hurt!!

They Walked Away




here i stand
with hopes bubbling in me
i have dreams
and fantasies.
i feel the moment has come,
the revelation,
the time for the flight,
but then...
they walked away


here i am labouring,
panting so hard,
i'm sure they can hear me
i'm sure they are impressed,
here i stand
awaiting the results,
the victory! finally at my feet
and yet,
they walked away...

there i stand
disappointed,
dejected,
head in my hands
consoling myself,
sobbing into my own palms.
Waiting for the support
i see her coming,
walking straight at me
i see a warm smile,
an understanding look.
I know i have found my support
i know now i can recover,
i know one day i'll fly again.
And yet....

Monday, September 03, 2007

Waiting for coffee........




shifting, shuffling, shifting, standing,
scratching, swatting, shifting,
standing, standing, standing......

body alert!!
ready to pounce!!
falling passive,
jerked back to life.

shifting, shuffling, shifting, standing,
scratching, swatting, shifting,
standing, standing, standing...

timer's ticking...
light's about to flash...
its done!!
Not yet, not yet.

shifting, shuffling, shifting, standing,
scratching, swatting, shifting,
standing, standing, standing...

wars have been fought,
deads resurrected...
judgement bestowed.
Not yet, not yet.

I wait, you wait
side by side,
for an eternity,
waiting for coffee!!

shifting, shuffling, shifting, standing,
scratching, swatting, shifting,
standing, standing, standing...

Monday, August 13, 2007

I'm a blank canvas,
Ready to be written on,
After everything's said and done,
I wash myself till I'm blank again.

I provide warmth against the cold,
Company to the solitary,
Sympathy to the grieving,
Yet I stand here alone.

I'm the enemy he has to conquer,
I'm the love he has to earn,
I'm the slave he has to master,
Am I his wife?
A mistress he has to count off.

Monday, April 02, 2007

---Undefined---

i knew, wen i ws born,
i had a feeling, i ws surrounded,
warm like a blanket,soft like feathers,
assuring, through my mother.

i learnt pretty soon,
i'm capablecapable of recieving, of spreading,
with a smile, with a kiss,
with one word, with nothing at all.

age of innocence faded away,
left behind a lesson for life,
a dark alley is always dangerous,
but darkness is not.

light comes becuase its dark,
enveloping me, protecting me,
pinching me, biting me,
strangling me till i breath no more.

i try to run away,
haunting shadows on the wall,
i find myself in the dark alley again,
scared i run, just to find a friend hidden.

what is it?
protects me to kill me?
i know i'm not alone,
the world's with me.

some say it sets them free,
some see happiness through it,
some die for it, some live for love,
i, i see life...

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Wings Of Change

Someone someday sang Wings of Change,
What did he say, I don't know,
What I know, that I grew wings,
I was flying on Wings of Change.

Time is constant, time ticks by,
Sand in the hourglass shuttles on eternally,
Tick, tock-tick, tock-tick,
Time is constant even when it flies by.

Words of wisdom come to my mind,
Everything changes. Nothing stays the same,
Change the only constant in life.
And I learnt that we fly on Wings of Change.

Onwards I fly on my Wings of Change,
My wings have no feathers; only time.
Like a digital clock, the numbers roll by,
And I keep on flying on my Wings of Time.

Amazing experience, flying is,
A thrill of a lifetime, maybe for lifelong.
When I go up, I'm happiest of all,
When I swoop down, my heart stands still.

I look around me, and I see people,
With similiar expressions like mine on their faces,
To me they look stagnant, but soon I realize,
With me they are flying on their Wings of Change.

Life goes on like a series of pictures;
Life is a quest for loved ones,
Some may find many, some find none,
As they fly by on their Wings of Change.

Does anyone realise that they are flying?
Do they know they have Wings?
"Yes!" comes a voice in my mind,
"They all know, what you know,
They know they are flying on Wings Of Change!"

"Oh!" the voice says, "Man is a man of a moment,
My Wings and man have a love-hate relation..." and the voice fades away,
We are all oppurtunists, always looking up,
As we fly by on our Wings of Change.

I know I'm flying on Wings without feathers,
With the digits on reverse, running out, running out,
But I want to stay here for a moment,
Stand with my feet on the ground,
Before I fly on, on my Wings of Change.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

SILENCE

Silence is beautiful; silence is dangerous… silence is what one craves for; silence is what one runs away from. Silence soothes one’s soul; silence induces turbulence in one’s soul.
Silence placates one busy mind; silence scares one busy mind.
Silence makes you sane; silence makes you insane.

What is silence? Absence of sound? Or just absence? Is silence brought on by solitude? Or is it brought on in the midst of a crowd? Is silence just an absence of sound? Or is it the absence of thoughts, of emotions, of life?

What is silence? A boon or bane? A person who can hear... craves for silence; a person who is deaf… does he crave for sound? Or is he satisfied with the silence?

What is silence? A state of mind? Do we hear silence? Or is it the lack of hearing?

Silence drives one mad… makes him an outcast… throws him out of the society’s cage. Silence drives one mad… includes him in the society of elite… traps him in a cage… cage of his mind, his thoughts? Or maybe in the abscess, where thoughts are supposed to be.

Silence for one is reassuring; silence for one is unnerving.
The silence after a fight calms one down; the silence aggravates one more.


What is silence? What does it mean? When do we realize absolute silence?
When there is absence of sounds? Or when there is absence of thoughts? Or both?

Silence brings the warning of an upcoming storm; silence brings in the confirmation of the waning of that very storm.

What does silence mean? Does it try to say something? How can it say something? If it does… then is silence silent anymore?

About Me

a wanderer.. drifting from space to space.. no fixed abode... wind my friend.. wanders with me from place to place!!