tangles and shambles

there is so much hesitation

So much hesitance

in the clocks as they tock

in the clouds

in the songs

in the people

on the streets

And in their offices

So much hesitation

In waking up

in getting ready for work

 

We’re all waiting

for a moment of clarity

 

 

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a firefly

Amidst an eerie night sky
With the constant lining sound of crickets
Came home A Lonely Wandering firefly.

The world was too daunting to face
And his mates, consumed in this race
Toward a certain tree
That they thought would make them free.

He was lost, confused and mislead
or so the world had said ;
He lay still and silent upon the darkened walls of my corridor
Unwanting to listen to more.

There was nothing between him And I
Just the ordained difference between man and a lesser being
Why would one think he was lonely?
Either way, I knew he was not the only.
-Anirudh Shankaran.

nicer things

this is the most comfortable
i’ve been in days
lying down naked in my head
on a lazy dusty wooden desk
lying with my head down
eyes closed
& open in another place
in a classroom
someone throws a paper ball
someone singing songs
someone weeping about their
girlfriend on the next street
in this noise
with half eyes open
there was a peace
unlike any
of the mountains
fields
that i home now,
all i’ve got is this dusty wooden desk
to fly back to the half eyed peace
in my classroom.

I would have gone mad
If not for this
cold home
a half torn shirt hung
glasses lying dirty from a day or three
Someone plays a song somewhere
and someone speaks on the phone
someone drunk
someone in a place far away
if not for this
Dirty warm home
I would have gone mad
the cold wind entering from a hole in the door
a half finished plate
lying cold on the floor
no drunk people drinking the night away
no songs no sound
Just the everlasting silence of a lonely room
and a lonely guy
I would have gone mad
had I stayed.

shut,clean ,ties.

We’re all getting royally fucked

some staring at computer screens for 10 hours straight

some drinking,thinking of past wives and lives

some seated alone in a party

some stuck in homes , bound by nothing  but their fathers and mothers

some driven and poised to win over the world and realising they aren’t going to

we’re all getting fucked

some royally and some brutally

the only difference

is some of us are better at hiding it