A Confectionery

There is a corner of my mind I avoid, The one where all the stale promises hide.  And no, they don't smell like good times, Or sunny days and rainbows Rather, they carry the scent of lusty time. ( Time, which hovers around our tender promises, like a venomous double-edged sword Time, the one we blame for every descent. Ha! Our ascents? of course, they're ours to devour!  Why should time take credit for such mean feats? )  Anyway, let's go back. Now, what shallow beings are we, That we make such delicate promises, Fully aware, that they will be tucked away, rather noiselessly, without much commotion, into that corner. Stacked into those large cupboards, where you keep all your unfulfilled promises and embarrassments, adorned with finery, as though they're something to be proud of.  How naively do we make those promises :  " oh, I promise!" you say, as your head jerks backwards and your face lightens up with a laugh A la...

painted skies, star-filled nights solitary shores sighing winds isn't that what your dreams look like? so today let us dream even if it is in broken bits even if we know what time does to dreams even if we know we'll outgrow them soon. even if you know the dreamer in you will slowly wither away And the dreams will only be faded tapestries in a crumbling room you'll long to find the key to so today let us dream of bathing in stardust even if we know we'll outgrow it soon.

My tears have dried up, And my breathing is shallow.  My vision is blurry,  And my body, bruised.  My skin is parched,  And the soles of my feet bleed rivers. These shards are all that remains of me. And they're strung; no, They are tied together rather carelessly.  They clink every time I take a step forward,  And disapprove of the winds of change.  And yet, somehow, everyday,  The universe tugs at one end of the string, As though saying, "Come on. Don't stop." I sigh, and roll my eyes, "Leave me here." "A little further, there will be light.", it says.  But we all know, the light at the end of the tunnel has no meaning,  if the tunnel is an illusion.  Sometimes, I feel like I am whole. But then the clouds gather,  And the breeze matures into roaring wind, And the skies tear open.  The thought washes off, Like dust, off windowpanes.  And the universe tries, ...

People To me Are layers and layers Of ungrateful mistakes And dirty secrets Draped in a hide of pretence  Words coated with seething envy Only, To come out as sugar Their daggers of pride always unsheathed Waiting, to writhe the joy out of the other But again, hidden To the bare eye Surprising, How we all claim to be innately good! What are we deceiving ourselves for?

They say the most beautiful art comes from the most broken hearts.  Tell me, is your heart broken too? Is that why every word you write unearths a buried emotion?  Tell me, are you wounded too? Is that why every stroke you paint  Stirs up a tornado of thoughts? Are those wrists wrought with scars, too? Is that why every note you play Evokes an abeyant feeling within? Are those memories hurtful, too? Is that why every breathe you take, Is a sigh in a predictable guise? Is your soul shattered, too? Is that why every time you face the world, You take in some fragments to create a new whole?

Sometimes, your heart wanders across the seven seas, escaping your stiffened body and refuses to come back. It is uncaged; unperturbed by all that holds you down; it is free, as it always was, until you decided to lock it up and silence it. It makes you wonder about all the people you could meet, all the places you could see, and all the things you could do. But you decide to ignore this despairing thought.  You're high up in the sky, looking at the miniature world below, living a hundred lives, all together. You let your heart wander for a while, you let the ephemeral happiness take you into its welcoming arms. But slowly, you realise that it's all fading. You're now falling, slow and swift, back into your plain old box. Your landing isn't as easy as you thought it would be; you land hard. You realise that you've been wandering, so you shake away those distracting thoughts and put your mind into order. No more distractions, you promise yourself. You ...

And it is in such unforeseen moments that you realise, that all of us on this dear earth, and bound together by an invisible thread. We're all each others causes, we're all each others consequences.  smile emoticon

I grew  roses , and lilies and irises, And maybe they'd be Better company Their colours and hues Brighter and better Than the darkest shades of people around. The lilies were white, pristine and elegant The colour of calm, they said it was The color of endings, they did not say. The irises were blue, royal and lively The colour of peace and serenity alike But they were also, the color of my wounds, Fresh and ripe, hurtful and throbbing. And then I grew  roses , the deadliest of all The red, the colour of love and passion And also, the colour of the lurking evil Together with its sinister deeds. The flowers did little, But bring back flashes Of memories of hate, And absolute cruelty They are, no more The symbols of beauty For to me, they are Bearers of grief Merely in disguise.

your soul does not belong to you, it belongs to the universe. and maybe that's why you yearn to set it free.

Here are my thoughts. I've arranged them in a stack for you. You wanted to sift through them, didn't you? You wanted to remove all that seemed queer to you, didn't you?  You wanted me to be like you, robotic and cloned, like everyone else is, didn't you? Here, let me hand the stack to you. Oops! It slipped right through your fingers, like a grain of sand. That's how you think I am, don't you? That one grain of sand that wasn't meant to slip, which was meant to stay in the confines of your horrid thoughts for eternity. Oh, how I feel sorry for you. But here, let me hand you this envelope. Inside it you will find the most important secret that you need to know. You will know, that it does not matter who I choose to love. You will know, what matters is, that I love.

Am I Just another one   Of those fleeting fantasies Or The only dream   That is here to stay? Tell me. For I could Drive away darkness Or Make light shun you. I could Make you soar among the clouds Or Bring you down with a stroke of thunder. I could Give you hope about your future Or Make you dread tomorrow. I could Swell your heart with love Or Crush it into a million pieces Tell me What am I to you?

the sunset hues spilled out like smeared paint on a canvas abstract, yet breathtakingly beautiful the quiet stream flowed unruffled not a care about the world ever-drifting, yet vigorous, and invigorating the old trees, unknowingly swayed to the gentle music of the breeze oh, so wise, yet seemingly young and on the pacific earth, they sat hand in hand, hearts soaring bathed in the light of their love for when they were together even the sun halted to catch a glimpse and the brisk stream slowed down the trees stood in awe and the winds sighed in praise together, they made the most beautiful masterpiece where the sun lent it glorious hues and the stream lent its tranquillity the trees lent their shade and the wind; it stood still.