Those eyes

Last February,
On my trip to the hills,
I saw a little girl
in a shack down the road.

Her scrunched up face
had soot on it.
But, it was her eyes
that shone.

Part vacant innocence
part idle probing,
they looked through me,
Saw my rough hewn soul.

Her father was the tea man,
and she, his ungainly hostess.
Though the road swivelled by,
the shack stood still;
Against time,
against the purple sky.

As we drove away
Through the glutinous mist,
It was her eyes that shone.

Words etc.

I wish I could write.
Squeeze out some word drops
Of late I've been feeling clogged.
Cardboardish.

I blame;
things, people, and at times
myself...I just barely know,
How to get out of it.

I know, I know,
But I cannot grasp it.
Because I am distracted.

Franz says,
that which distracts is evil.
What would that be
in this case?

Poverty..heartbreak..
the Great Expectations?

When would I clearly see
what I want.
And be brave enough
to go for it.

I like writing.
Words on paper are beautiful...

What is love?

A fevered glance, heart beats cascading and bumping into one another, a domino effect. The mere air, if shared by the object assumes the weight of a heavy wet coat. Temperature rises - pressure falls, words roll over in your mouth, stubbornly resisting comprehendable form. An ever growing cloud of illusion or a gut-wrenching sleepless night of jealousies-acid at the tip of the tongue from heart burn: a raging storm in a moment, a grovelling beggar in another. The perpetrator and the hunted at once.

Mind-play

To be or not to be;
Stay and get ravaged?
Or should he flee.

The beckonings of a moonlit mirage,
or the silence of a decaying city.
Which should he pay heed to?

Never, never do the doors open.
Not once can he tell apart,
Fair truth from raven illusion.

The alleys of the mind,
are the homes of them,
juggernauts and acrobats.

He is condemned to ceaseless play.
Suspended forever in the mind's trapeze,
Cant escape try as he may.

Words and us (Part II)

So here we are.
you and me;
finally.

Through the woods
and the spiraling roads,
and the cliffs
through the crevasses.

While I was at sea
fighting the choppy waters,
were you near by any chance?
waiting for me around the corner...

Empty romanticism u smirk
true i agree
because you were at sea yourself.

I look for you

I look for you
in every station of this city of yours.
Restlessly, randomly, i look about.
Till I wear myself out

Those are the moments,
when I look within.

I know by heart your address;
Your neighbour's daughters name,
The make of the car you want to buy,
But, I can't find you.

You, have escaped my universe
My streets are bare
my cafes empty
and your name,
Your heartening lovely name,
refuses to take form on my tongue..

It is time that I have lost you to.
Moments and shadows,
have taken you away

I could go on living ofcourse.
Move on to parallel cities,
serial people..

But I stay rooted.
And seek you desperately.
Because I can't do otherwise.
because I am afraid,
That I lost myself
the day I lost you

Words and us (Part I)

It is what you said the other day...
About adjustment
Why are sacrifice, adjustment, morality important?
Those drab yellowed greyish words;
that take up more space than you and me
They stifle, they encroach
they land on you with a thud
flatten the life in you...

And yet they are important
They make you upright citizens
Pillars of the society.

While we dwell on this, lets talk about life.
My life should not be boxy I know
But father said it shouldn't be a wave either;