Sweet smoke….

At the other end of the wall
She leaned and smokes
The weeds vapor
Spreads like fog
Sunlight filtering through the haze

Multiplied ten folds
The stinging smell of burned Weed
Or is that flesh?
Can’t tell the difference
Spreads slowly
All around

Fills the head
The lungs
Ah! Sweet surrender
Into the arms

Of smoke….
Sweet smoke….

She...

I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-

Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.

I am too many breaks between pulses,
and a heart still living in the autumn of 09.
I'm telling stories about a girl.

A soul made of ink and godly metaphors,

too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,

alight between the gaps in her teeth.
A rebel,
  love letters carved into wrists
         she never sent.          

She is beautiful...

                                        She is stardust leaving sweet bones in her wake. 
                                                      A trail of poetic destruction
                                conceived in verse--answering questions with kisses. 
                                    There is a hunger in her freckled constellations,
                                like spider webs woven together with golden thread.
                                        Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
                                      She walks back-boned and head held high;
                           the strongest of letters on a page left to rest in your mouth.

God, please do the needful.

Despite differing drastically in form, name and dress code, there is one thing Gods from around the planet have in common – Omniscience. By the virtue of being the creator, God sees everything. God knows everything. Sometimes even before the things happen. He, or Alanis Morissette in one particular case, is the master of everything. He is aware of it all. He hears the pin drop. He knows where the needle is. And all that without even trying. So when you go shoot off your prayers, requesting a better job for instance, aren’t you making a fool of yourself? The bugger knows you are struggling with your current job. He's the one who put you in that cubicle. He even knows what you secretly call your boss. And with a bit of common sense, and of course mind reading skills, he also knows that you want a new one. So what is the point of praying to him and cribbing about something he already knows, or even better, something he himself devised during potty? Instead, why don’t you just look at the sky, or any of the million divine symbols, and say, “God, please do the needful.”

I am....

I am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
like butterflies
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
their life.

I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
my ears.

I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
my own.

I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
conduction.

I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantastic than their own,
smiling as I snatch it
from under their noses
while they thank me
for my crime.

I am a slave;
hanging in a
leeching relationship
with the language I choose,
caving to its rules
when I draw in
smears of its
blood.

I am a writer –
these are my vices.

Confused while confessing!

Feelings embed in a world of words to become thoughts sometimes. At least for me. These feelings are about a world around me. These thoughts are the gateways for the world to enter ME. This world interrupts into the space within me through my thoughts. I wonder whether I have an antenna tapping out information as signals through my eardrum, right on an unknown side of my head. I am sitting here comfortably observing my thoughts. What I wish I could cuss on are just memories of my past or desires of my future. Understand this thing. My desire to become rich or attain some goal in future is only a speculation. The future is unseen. It may or may not be like I think. It is my own experience that nature does not repeat itself maybe… By concentrating on my future I might be spending my time on something which might not happen. Neither my past nor my future is alive. The alive entity is ME. I am alive here. But my thoughts are not about here and now. My thoughts do not coincide with my existence. Thoughts are dragging me to think what can happen. I don’t know where I am trapped. Maybe deep inside a body which might or might not cheat me. Maybe with an air bubble surrounding me never letting go where I started everything from. The only alive entity called ME! Jailed within me.

Transformation!

Wondering where did those days go....
those days of no worries...no tension to meet commitments..
those days of innocence...purity and clarity in thoughts..

Time when we knew nothing of cheating and cunning of world!
Simple trust and love made our world..
A smile brightened the day...a scolding was the only thing which could darkened our own small world...

True,the world surrounding us then was small...not much exposed to the fast life or to the demanding situations like today's.

when small wishes were our great expectations....small things bought a big smile :)
silly simple things were our big wishes...:)


Time travels very fast...
I was really shocked to realize I have come long way from those small world fantasies..
where did all those dreams go?
I didn't realize those little wants being replaced by big ambitions and me being in this rat race of world...

I cant back off now....whether I have potential or not...I have to complete this race of life..successfully...I can...that's the mantra!

The boy who wanted simple things still resides somewhere in my heart...
Time has caused this evolution...yet like old habits die hard...old dreams doesn't wither soon..
It will be there always...always...like something to hang on to...to remember those days when sun shone brighter....

Longing for those childhood days, to live through once more..