on taking a break
After 3 odd years of being crazy busy, i finally took a break, sabbatical, whatever. But i don't have any exciting travel plans yet. Apparently that makes me some kind of loser. Even inside my own head. We (i mean me and people like me, you know who you are) are all so fixated on squeezing the very last drop of juice out of life that even choosing to do nothing on a holiday that we've earned is labelled as a waste of time. So I've started reading Bertrand Russel's 'in praise of idleness' essay hoping to find well, some kind of validation for the choice to do nothing. Let's see where that goes.
on the word 'poetry'
So i write poetry of some kind occasionally. but every time i say that word, i cringe. It feels kind of pretentious to say 'i write poetry' when all i really want to say is some simpler, less-loaded word for 'short bursts of careless, grammatically incorrect, garbled streams of thought'. because that's all that it is really. And its enough.
On the 'what-if' question
When someone starts a sentence with what if?, i know its going to be good. because what if always precedes an idea. And ideas make everything more interesting. You start talking, it becomes a conversation and then a possibility and maybe even a plan. Just like that. All because someone said what if. I'd recommend asking the what if question at least twice a day without thinking too much about it. Because you never know what's going to happen.
back soon, gym now :)
Friday, July 08, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
3 pure veins & a razor sharp tongue
the beast plunges deep
and rises like a black phoenix
from the ashes made by your light
that sliced through my shadows
blood is black lava
roaring through my gut
burning everything in its wake
my heart & my will
it spills on white sun
tearing its pure skin
setting me free
settling me still
here i will be
in a place of no eyes
to see my charred skin
& no ears to hear
the defeat within
when 3 pure veins
meet a razor sharp tongue
everything will come undone
Friday, March 18, 2011
1:51
this curve, this drop
this curse, this kiss
this gentle lift
this deadly beat
like sand & stone melting heady
move or swim
slow and stop
jerk to pause
snap hard
break down
drown
everything you can ever feel
like blood rushing to your head
swarming around you
engulfing every skin
drawing you inside
deep within
Saturday, March 12, 2011
infinite - written in 2005
in this world of shadows and words horizon falls away
i see the light and language
in this empty palm of my hand i see you resting your chin gently
amongst the bourbon coloured skin and cheery red eyes
there is a thread of you and isomething indefinite ,something infinite seems to rest
something real runs with me and lives in me
this moment lives like an era , never shaking never breaking
this faith grows like a gentle beastarms run around each other three times and then stop
i wait patiently on neck and shoulder
wait for his drooping eyes of sorrow and mist
to look down at me and whisper something desperate
and when it comes.. the inifinte stretches further beyond... the
revealing a feather floating in the wind.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
semi life
sometimes cracks appear on my semi life
ants crawling in get under my skin
refusing to die
a colony grows there
feeding on my fear
calling on the rain
sometimes there's a sun so bright
it blinds out every dark morsel
and the ocean curls lovingly under my feet
every speck shows off its beauty
colors bursting only for my absolute delight
Today i'm on the precipice
of dark and light
wondering where i will free fall
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
Monday, March 08, 2010
rickshaw & road
Taken from the blackberry 8900.
First in a series of blurry sepia & black & white images on the road from work to home
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
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
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
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
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