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Changing Seasons

04 Monday May 2015

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changing seasons

And every night he would pray,

For the withered leaves of spring.

Send in a wish,

Packed in every shooting star.

Pray for a ray of summer,

But their winter never ended.

 

He would see her in the greens of the peaches,

Imagine her outstretched hand stretching to reach his.

The sound of her voice reverberated in his hollow,

Calling out, echoing his name,

But it hasn’t been,

Hasn’t long been the same.

 

He had given them his everything,

And some more.

With every swing of whiskey,

His mind both threatens and begs to explode.

 

Could he turn back time and freeze the frame?

Every season a summer and autumn never came?

Be spared the pain of the falling of the leaves?

Hide from the winter,

And what it came to be.

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The Spark

28 Wednesday Jan 2015

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heart spark

Do you remember the time?

When your eyes sparkled and my eyes twinkled,

I said words and your lips quivered.

You wouldn’t sleep without me at side,

And those steamy nights and the mornings left behind?

Don’t you ever think of the time,

The time, when you were mine?

 

Do you remember,

The night under the stars?

They whispered, didn’t they?

Can you recall what they said?

And doesn’t your mind gather flashes as does mine?

A collage of the photographs taken over the memories spread in time?

 

But we have to mature, right?

Don’t we got to let go of the shenanigans at some time!

The thin thread of love can only hold so much,

And each person is different, I get it, I know, right?

You chose you and I us, but that was just me, wasn’t it, sunshine?

 

You taught me to look at the bigger picture.

And can’t we still feel the spark?

You taught me to put up a smile,

Even in the face of the world being torn apart.

But don’t you realize that we are growing older,

And as every fire, every storm, our love, is getting colder.

Beer bottles and thongs – the nonsense

26 Monday Jan 2015

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You always wonder why I don’t write anymore. Doesn’t love fill one’s heart with creativity, your eyes have asked me this question more often than not. But they, and you, forget that I am a sketcher of apathy, a painter of battles, a depicter of chaos. The stories come around as a calling to bleed my heart out, but tell me how can I draw something without the inspiration of revolt?

This brings us to your judgment of me not being a writer good enough. To this, I say that you can fuck off.

women and beer

Beer bottles and thongs

This poem is devoid of meaning and shape,

Don’t expect any, else you’d be blamed.

Sometimes the verses will be three lines,

Other times they’d be five.

Or four or two or one,

Pick out any number, and I’ll try.

 

I’d start by listing out the things I love,

The title mentions a couple,

And might that I add some.

Whiskey and weed might be two delightful mentions,

Throw boobies and thighs in the mix for carnal pleasures.

Football isn’t very far and comes closest to sex,

Compare scoring a screamer and the climax.

 

I can see your face contort as you read this poem,

But you know I matched your challenge and raised you one.

This really doesn’t make sense but I want people to know,

I know poker lingo and card tricks and all yo!

 

As I lay lying the ashtray fills up,

The bottles stack but I can’t get enough.

I feast my eyes to some internet porn,

Once the business is done, movies catch my attention.

 

And there was a great man whose reminiscence I remember,

Of leaving booze and women and the pain he gathered.

So my selective brain keeps his teachings to heart,

Of love and life and shit of the <3.

And of empty cartons and a well lived life,

Of beer bottles and the thongs divine.

For a new tomorrow

31 Friday Oct 2014

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new tomorrow
Will you continue to hold me now?

That I am down and the breath has put out.

 

Will you remember to forget what I didn’t say?

Love me for the past when the future seems nay.

 

Will you shine on me like a ray of hope?

Need not be a diamond, just be around for support.

 

Will you tell me a lie to ease the pain?

Please do, they tell me the truth is insane.

 

And tell me – will you hold my hand, take me for a walk?

Its twilight, the song’s getting over, I couldn’t face it to be alone.

The little boy

13 Wednesday Aug 2014

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little boy

he was crying, and she couldn’t figure out why.
in between sobs, the little boy, he wiped his nose clean by.

she asked him what was wrong, why was he crying his heart out all day long?
he said nothing but pointed out to his pencil box,there lay a pencil, its lead broken apart.

she fell in love with this little wonder of life,
and brought in a sharpener, to sparkle the kid’s life.
his mouth went wide when he saw the magic unfurl before his eyes,
his pencil was new again, he could again conquer the demons which cross his paths by.

if only, so simple, could be life.

 

 

 

 

Love in winters

23 Wednesday Apr 2014

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autumn_winter

They were just two lost souls,
In search of peace, in look for warmth.
Found solace in others’ arms,
Drank moonlight from each’ souls, they.
But that was summer,
Will everything still stand,
Now that winter has come?

He just liked to stand off by himself,
All she wanted was to be on his side.
He kept looking at something he couldn’t figure out,
She killed herself in understanding why.
There was a veil between him and the world,
She hit it but could never break through.
He couldn’t ever touch anyone else,
She tried but could never touch him.

They wanted to make it work,
Together, as one, for them, nothing else mattered.
They would have loved to stay forever,
Life kept draining the plans in the river.
He exchanged his heart in want of her love,
She served hers on a platter.
But that was summer,
How will the things stand now,
Now that winter has come?

Misunderstood Understandings

22 Saturday Mar 2014

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home

“I thought you understood me for who I am”
“The saddest part is, darling, I thought the same”

You sheltered me from the world,
Made them come real, a dream or two.
Nothing mattered much with you around,
We shared the moon and basked in the sun.

You were my muse and I your artist,
Kissing in places public and plans of plastic,
Looking back, I still remember the fun,
The days of yonder- I can’t help but wonder why we pulled the gun

“I can’t see us killing the love I got”
“You already have, my love, you already have”

The spells were broken and so did my walls.
Holding you close I waited for a dawn,
All I could ever do for you-
Is write you a sad love song.

Lost souls

03 Friday Jan 2014

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Torment

He was black,
She was white,
He needed her,
Just couldn’t realize.

He was despondent,
She a ray of hope,
He was an architect,
And she the creation yearning to come out of his soul.

She couldn’t fix on when he became important,
And he failed to fathom the meaning of the moments.
Something happened somehow and for her it was clear,
In each love song, she saw him there.

He refused to believe that things could last,
Haunted by the fears of being torn apart,
She wanted him to shine,
Couldn’t do much, could she
When all he wanted was a glorified demise.

He was yellow,
She was blue,
All his life he kept searching,
And their life, as paper planes, just flew on by.

A memory lost

29 Tuesday Oct 2013

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dystopia, imagination, Jim Morrison, last kiss, loss, love, memory, pearl jam

last kiss

“And I can’t be holding on,
To what you got,
When all you got is hurt.”

He listened to Bono play over the Radio. It was a daily ritual, to listen to the radio while he drove from work. He didn’t like when he was alone with his thoughts. He thought them to be too dangerous for his own well-being. But somehow, today, he couldn’t let go of the lines. There was something about them, something which reminded him of a distant memory, but he couldn’t recollect. He needed a smoke real bad.

He parked his car on the sideway, right in front of the NO STOPPING ON FREEWAY sign, cursing his stubbornness in refusing to buy lighters. He thought the persons who used them were show pony, and, well, that sound that you get when you light up a match. Oh my! Listening to the crisp sound of the head against the rough surface and the fire which resulted in the innocuous act always gave him a certain satisfaction. He parted his lips to kiss the cigarette and took a long drag. The kind you take when you feel a little anxious. Or a little nervous. Or a little hyper. You get the gist.

The first train of thoughts hit him as soon as he is done exhaling the first drag. He cannot decipher the meaning, but he feels he is getting there. But the thing with thoughts is they never travel the direction you want them to, they took him to the teachings of one Jim Morrison whom he loved and admired. What a talent, he thought. A poet, a philosopher. Would have been good friends, they, he mused as he neared the end of the smoke. “Damnit ! what the fuck was I thinking of stopping in the middle of this highway”, he thought. He held the butt of one to light up another cigarette, the weather was just adorable at the time. His affection with the weather was somewhat recent. He tried to figure out when did he actually started listening to the language of nature.

It was shady at best, but he could connect the dots now. A sense of dread, a sense of loss. This was accompanied by the flashed of happiness and feelings. He couldn’t remember why- he knew he was missing something! “Can you bury something so deep in your mind that you cannot, for the love of it, remember what it was? Can a memory be so powerful that your mind decides that you would be better off it? If it does, where does the conscience lie? Are you the same person as before? Or something has been changing inside you, and you don’t know. Where the fuck do you go when the tears dry up, where do you run to when you are running from yourself? Where does it finally stop?”

The screeching tires of the truck ahead brought him back to reality. The bursting glass of his car reminded him of what he had lost. The painful scream rang his ears once again and he laughed. He was going to her.

P.S : This is, in yours truly’s imagination, the story of boy years after the car crash in the song, The Last Kiss, by Pearl Jam.

A Love Song

19 Thursday Sep 2013

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The melody is inspired by “Empty chairs and empty tables” (Les Misérables)

a love song

There’s a hidden madness in every laughter,
A melancholiness in each song,
There’s an emptiness which constantly follows,
A silence that lingers on.

A faint sound of freedom,
A distant hint of joy,
The subtle signs of sorrow,
Mother would wonder for her boy.
A life which never lived up,
To the potentials and the hype.
It’s not just it shouldn’t be real,
All the failures and the lies.

I know that you mean well,
I know that you do care,
But there’s a step that’s forbidden,
A door which is ever locked.

The air it carries her smell,
All the tastes imagine her kiss,
There’s a fight which I fight inside me,
All my eggs in a single basket.

It’s tough to always be right,
And never be so wrong.
It’s impossible to listen to reason,
When all we ever shared,
Was a sad,
Love song.

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