Voices

Voices in my head
Always telling me things
Facts that I don’t know
Reasons that I can’t see
Embed in the eerie corners
Always devoid of light
A clear conscience not ready

Conflicting realities leave a trail
Leave me cold in the dark
Leading to a different way
A different sense of being
Things I believe in
Gone for a toss
Making me look frail
More than I am

Craving calmly,
For something unknown
Looking outside
And inside the own
Never ending stairways
Lead me nowhere
Feel, I’ve moved
But I’ve regressed.

My Love Rant...

I celebrate my love
I deliberate my love
don’t know what the hell to do with my love
I strum it out my love
I sing it loud my love
I orchestrate my love
It’s colors all mellow
violet my love
gooey, soft, mushy
chocolate my love
It’s sudden in spurts
twists and turns my love
winding till hilltops
not straight my love
It's to the sun to the sea,
to the stars to the sky my love
free like a bird
not constraint my love.
I am so stoned in my love
I telephoned in my love
don’t know how to get in through with my love
It’s neon like lights on street my love
like walking on sand bare feet my love
it’s all shine and shimmer, elaborate my love
rubies and diamonds encrusted of all shapes my love.
I complicate my love
I expedite my love
It's taking forever cant date my love
It's sinister, creepy not safe my love
hypnotic, trippy its chafe my love
It's binding so tough
concrete my love
with tales of woes replete my love
It can go on forever
this rant my love
but the time is too little
I just cant my love

Sea foam

It was cold and steely the weather that day.
Just like her eyes whenever she gets mad at me.
And there was a silence not grim but mellow,
I rested my gaze on the horizon,
below the sea waving away to glory,
churning out sea foam by the seconds.
And I was completely immersed in the bustle of the sea.

In Photo-frames

Memories lay beside the window pane
They look at me for attention
All the different seasons go
And they stack up,
Creep up, on me from behind
From places left far away

In pictures of different
Shapes and sizes
They speak to me
Through the zephyr
Blowing across my face
And the clinking of chimes,
Sullen feelings, pleasant times,
Conversations of nonchalance
A heady cocktail of moments
They all collude
And draw me in

The carefree summers
The mushy rains,
And the jagged chill of the winter air
Echoes of our laughter
And your longing silent stare
Are all hung up
On the wall

With the changing times
They change their hues
Some are sepia tinted
Some are black and white
Some with loads of color strewn
Some have hints of spite


Can’t escape them anyways
Cause ensconced somewhere
In my brian
Are negatives to
All the memories
Ectched in photo-frames.

Spaces

Spaces still exist
Etched in to the conscious
Have been bought to the fore
Now I can feel the distance

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…

Torn into pieces
Wither away slowly
Just as the autumn leaves
Coming apart in silence

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…
Come on tell me…

Now I wonder where you going now
And I like to see your pretty smile
Girl if you are here with me
It just feels like spring every hour..

Untitled Sonnet

After, you are done with all the talking.
After, I am done with all the listening.
maybe, you can do all the listening
and I can do all the talking
or what ever is left of it,
was not spoken or
listened to
little
and big
words, fragile and
inconsequential.Squealing
our guts out, in harmony we lay
in silence. And nothing is spoken or
listened to: now merely a gesture will do.

The Perfect Summer

Summer skies, endless bounds
Reaching places not been before
Searching forests for that enduring light
Life is so amazing
Dive in to the Coral waters
Revel in the shining sands
Some space enchanting
Besiege the moment

Flapping wings, going distance
Flocks of birds bon voyage
Vast spaces and eternal seas
Sweating it out the honey bees
Grazing cattle on open fields
Lost in lovely serenity
Rotund mangoes, trudging carts,
Afternoon slumber and lemon tarts
Holding hands, taking walks,
Quietest times and endless talks
Wandering freely gone away
Precious little moments
Still longing for that perfect summer.