As all the alcohol settles inenter the pleasant feeling of a buzzall the noise and chatterengaging funSomething weird ; like a beep in the ear:Ignore it You play a few games and it feels swell to be thereaway from the pain and clamourfrom what actually mattersSoak in the wetness of that worldas I learn to… Continue reading Poles apart
Parched lands, Dry ,dusty, rustyFlowing and resting to the whims of the windin summer But when rain - drops on parched lands, they come to lifelike a chemical reaction of sortsa burst of energysmelling pleasantgiving life to a million others In a few days the rains go backand the lands are back to their depths… Continue reading Parched
When will it come to be? the time where you play with me like we used to small, innocent games that formed a part of us I sit here and wait in the evenings with my toythings like a child aged 25 a small part of me that was still a child slowly fades as… Continue reading play things from decade old memories
Its a wonder how the heart learns to be okay with everything all the things that so disgusted you as a child, are fine now really what's more you are a part of it now, you've absorbed it all, year on year into that skin of yours it seeps at night and simmers down in… Continue reading Iron lung
how stupid can one's heart get?Smelling rain on the soil, in mid summerwhen the rains are too far to come backexpecting little droplets to sizzle again on your face,Or ride through a stormy, windy eveningWith water bullets striking youmaking you feel alive How stupid can one's heart getTo expect something ,that is not going to… Continue reading show me how stupid you can get
beat .Consistent sounds of a fan ,Flashing in the nightreaching afar into the moonlit world outsidemurky curtains give a strange filter to its lightAs it entersWithout the slightest of advertisementsunspokenunsoundedAnd yetA powerful force,Tonight.
Pablo Neruda Appreciation post! I usually don't sway from my cold style of writing poems and haikus but this one deserves every bit of freedom as it requires quite some describing for the work of art it is. It is a poem that has stayed close to me ever since I read it a few… Continue reading A dog has died, an Ode to Pablo Neruda
how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on
let me run like an aquifer under the land, waiting to burst open through the seams of earth when you least expect me to.
Like everyone else I had a place to escape to dense lined with teak trees from the outside surrounded by yellow'd fields of mustard The place was as dark as night even during the day and had a strange empty feel to it unlike forests booming with life this was a place Quiet and off… Continue reading songs of something