This cant be the year of the atheist
For I long a dope
Enchanting violet forms of chloroform
Violet shades of sadness and sky scrapping irritation
Can I dope?
At least once can I allow my soul to believe what I hate the most?
A holiday in pseudo tranquility
An aching head on the shoulder of the one
No matter how imaginary he is, can I?
Truth comes with its price
For there is no morning kiss
It slaps your face and dissolves your dreams
My arms are tired bearing this torch
I have its fuel, but no extra arms
It hurts my elbow, my tiny tender elbow
Allow me today to keep this aside, for just these 5 minutes
Physical limits of an unbound soul
Rational facets of unknown emotions
Unheard voices, which never existed,
Can I try to hear them?
Allow me to play like a duck,
And swim in this magma
and pretend getting chills
I need something to put my burden on
How can this small brain bear all this burden
No matter how true the truth is
I ask for my dope
I am a criminal now!
For I have hurt my own ego
But at least once can’t I hurt it?
I promise tomorrow I shall be an atheist again
I promise I won’t ask for rest
But let this brother of your rest
At least today
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Bonsai
Straight lines form circles
Merged circles form spirals
Trapped and handcuffed, coiled
Twisted cocaine stained distress
Honeycomb rooms confuse him
Frustrations are grenades
They burst captive veins
Ache, fury, rant and rave
Capture a puzzled 6 year old adult
Last autumns dead leafs,
Piled up on a newborn sapling
And swallowed his share of light, air and water
Trampled under elephant’s feet’s, the sapling lost its first leaf
Smothered sapling longs light
And tries hard to peep
Timeless Illusions
“I cant allow dragons to swallow my sun”
“Nor shall I stay here and witness my nights getting darker”
The not-so-sane-kid becomes a ninja
An insane ninja,
Forecloses his existence
Doesn’t all this look serene,
From his proud mothers eyes?
Dark circled eyes shed tears of hope
A widow finds her new shore
For her son can walk now
For he is free
Uncoiled, untangled
Limping towards his share of light
He looks at his mother
A feminine heart knows his pains
It signals her eyes to shed few last drops
And drench this sapling
Soak him with her affection
“My son can walk now”
“he is not crazed!”
Merged circles form spirals
Trapped and handcuffed, coiled
Twisted cocaine stained distress
Honeycomb rooms confuse him
Frustrations are grenades
They burst captive veins
Ache, fury, rant and rave
Capture a puzzled 6 year old adult
Last autumns dead leafs,
Piled up on a newborn sapling
And swallowed his share of light, air and water
Trampled under elephant’s feet’s, the sapling lost its first leaf
Smothered sapling longs light
And tries hard to peep
Timeless Illusions
“I cant allow dragons to swallow my sun”
“Nor shall I stay here and witness my nights getting darker”
The not-so-sane-kid becomes a ninja
An insane ninja,
Forecloses his existence
Doesn’t all this look serene,
From his proud mothers eyes?
Dark circled eyes shed tears of hope
A widow finds her new shore
For her son can walk now
For he is free
Uncoiled, untangled
Limping towards his share of light
He looks at his mother
A feminine heart knows his pains
It signals her eyes to shed few last drops
And drench this sapling
Soak him with her affection
“My son can walk now”
“he is not crazed!”
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