Friday, November 19, 2010

pick out your cloud

digging deep inside a forest 

a sea of black blue green and yellow 

every color 

of our skin 

reflects in the moonlight 

beneath the dense 

over by the lake the pebbles shiver 

in the cold 

as the ripples swoon 

in perfect harmony 

 

to the sound of a wailing storm 

of minds cut in words 

of love sliced penniless

of paths colored in ink 

uniting nothing, dividing our time 

into lightplays & rain 

this is me

and me is you 

and you is me

and the storm is ours

to hold and to have 

till death do us part

 

pick out your cloud. 

 

 

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swan dive

toes touch the metal cold and warm 

finger tips hold on tight 

eyes closed

abnormal 

beautiful 

swan dive 

into the blue 

 

stirring the cold 

waking up the leaves

slumber lust left behind

for the love of eyes of wide open

everything she sees

grey and true 

all i can hear is you 

in the ferocity of the wind 

cut loose

falling free

with me 

 

 

 

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

are you

are you old

old enough 

to know the difference between

a strawberry and a tart 

 

Are you bold 

bold enough 

to know when to stand up and 

when to give in

 

 

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Thursday, October 21, 2010

this is how this feels

with no more 

no more pain or tears

here we go 

on a a wheel round 

and round

 

every spin, every circle we make

takes us someplace new 

buckleup 

cause this will be unforgettable

the climb we rise 

the peaks we soar 

the lifts and the falls

it flows

so smooth 

watching us from below

the whole world

smiling and crying 

everyone wants to be us. 

 

we are so new

so crisp so fresh 

nothings gonna touch us

we kiss like pink 

we touch like brown melting into an orange orange sun 

we are inventing everything again 

and wind wont move

and rain wont fall

and touch wont feel 

and lips won't speak 

till the sunshine touches water

and our colors remake the air 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

there will be blood

there will be blood

on the hands of those

who deny justice

who fall prey to vile manipulations

& selfish desires 

 

There will be blood 

on the hands of those

who take away years & years

of hope & hard work 

with a single wicked tear 

 

There will be blood 

on that hands of those

who blind with morality 

who shatter a ray of light 

with a double edged sword 

 

there will be blood

you have been warned

 

 

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

where is the beauty?

lifelong dreams 

tantalizingly close & slipping away fast 

sinking deep into the clutter 

of the things we don't need 

of the people that don't matter 

of illusions of ourselves

of a million pointing fingers 

& role models & doppelgangers  

 

the words are trapped

by eyes waiting & watching

by tentacles of argument

by conflicts of relevance & beauty 

by too many choices

by too many to please 

 

No matter how much blood

no matter how many screams

no matter how dark & rich 

the scene becomes

its always the same 

lies wrapped in red lipstick 

nothingness covered in satin sheets 

& real beauty hidden in a cloak of shame

 

 

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Saturday, June 26, 2010

poison oil

poison oil

slipped under my skin

when noone was looking

slithered into my blood

found the heat growing in my heart

& exploded

 

now everything inside

is all blown up

shards and shards of inside-me

that pierce right through 

scattered in places i can't find

 

all because

of that poison oil

that seeped in

when noone was looking

 

 

 

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Monday, March 08, 2010

Mumbai rickshaw city

Love this one. happened entirely by chance. my fav in the series

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Posterous | Black & White motorbike

zooming past the rickshaw

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Posterous | Blurry signboard

Single signboard somewhere in the picture. Cue to take a left for home

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rickshaw & road

Taken from the blackberry 8900.
First in a series of blurry sepia & black & white images on the road from work to home

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Friday, March 05, 2010

spectator of the spectacle of release

my nose pressed to the window

i watch as bits & bytes

travel through the wireless

& seep into my brain

i stare

as they contort my thoughts

into newer shapes 

& dance wild

living, loose, free

 

 

 

 

 

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Posterous | Loaded

Loaded

On intoxicating love

On lightning seeds  in my veins

On little boys.. precocious

On hurtful memories ..and poignant insults

On silly dreams.. and  hopeful happiness

On a cotton trail ..leading to a chocolate house

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

a tribute to radiohead

a white page & emptiness
stare at me patiently
waiting waiting
for the void
to be replaced
with something real
it glitters
within reach
Tantalisingly close
i lean in
the game begins
we shift & move
and dance
to each others shadows
illusions both
nerves stiffen
breath stops
a unworldly melody
floats in
we soar
on a voice from elsewhere
we meet in parts & pieces
letters begin & words breathe
tonight we sail to the moon