Spent

I am dry,

Like an ink-pot, centuries old,

Lying in some forgotten corner,

Gathering dust, carefully preserving memories beneath.

I am dry,

Like the palette, once alive with fresh colours,

But now, just a vessel, blotched,

A grotesque mix of arid, stubborn, crumbling tinges.

I am dry,

Like the bruised tip of an overused, now discarded quill,

That once captured the journey of life,

Now in silent hysterics, tries to remember the meaning of its own.

I am dry,

Nothing more to say or show, spent,

Like a home, once throbbing with life,

Now just a structure with tightly closed doors and windows.

Buried at sea

You and I,
Travelers on the same boat,
Left stranded, rudderless,
Hope drifted, afloat.
The shore seems a distant dream, Mirage like,
Playing, pawing in reality,
Though a false respite it may seem.
The sun burns over our heads,
The salty winds burn our wounds,
The hunger...the thirst,
The darkness, before our eyes,
In broad daylight.
No, we know,
No one is coming to rescue us,
No man or divine intervention,
A watery burial awaits in attention.
The sea, like a wanting lover,
Flows, overflows,
Eager to meet with the land,
Just as disappointed as us,
For a lost horizon.
We know,
Now is the moment to let go,
To forget the dreams and joys of reaching a destination,
It was meant to be,
Our destination was the journey.

Metamorphist 1

Metamorphist 2

i am home

Tears & Turmoil

Angel's wish for feet

Walking Vegetatives

Minds dazed

Eyes glazed

Memories erased

New ones fed through tubes

Lying in the corners of our brains

With no values, no use

Plastic. Silicon. White gold

Fast lives dictated by dark hearts

Walking the dead beat

What was once called a beautiful sun

Is now just heat


Cunning guile

Innocence lost, been a while

Deceptive smiles

Breaking out on the corner of our lips

Like rashes

Bodies smeared with bloodied ashes

Relief, comes now, only in distant flashes


Thought forgot

Sold and bought

Debating blindspot

Reason frozen in a tumorous knot

Opportunism running through the veins

Sensibilities dried up in a clot


Unengaged authoritative

Convenient objective

Provisionally prohibitive

Lying in the corners of a dark underground

An eager to please submissive

Walking vegetatives

Breathing through heavy machines

Injecting cocoon vaccines

By going to sleep is how

Now our day begins

Point to hai!

Cyril: This really irritates me yaar!

Over smart Cyril: What doesn't!?

Cyril: :P x-(

Over smart Cyril: Accha chal bata de yaar, kis baat pe upset hai?

Cyril: I don't understand people yaar!

Over smart Cyril: Why even try!!! B-)

Cyril: :P x-(

Over smart Cyril: Chal Chal theek hai sorry. Bata. Beech mai nai bolunga!

Cyril: Apne office ka darwaza dekha haina?

Over smart Cyril: Haan! kyu?

Cyril: Woh kharab hogaya hai?

Over smart Cyril: Haan! To?

Cyril: The thing is it only opens on one side. Meaning if you have to go out, you have to push the door and when you want to come in you have to pull it.

Over smart Cyril: Haan theek hai. Lekin isse tu kyu upset hai?! I'm sure the door is dealing with this just fine!

Cyril: :P x-(

Over smart Cyril: Sorry Sorry. So tell me, isme problem kya hai terko?

Cyril: Arey yaar, darwaze pe saaf itna bada kagaz chipkaya hua hai, with PUSH written on the inside and PULL written on the outside! And what's more! it's pasted right above the knob of the door! Even then, people going out, PULL the door in, when its clearly written PUSH and while coming in, they PUSH, when its clearly written PULL...Aisa karne se darwaaza itna awaz karta hai, kyoki uske hinges bhi kharab ho chuke hai! yeh darwaze ki "choooo" "choooo" wali awaz se mera sara concentration tut jata hai. Every other minute someone is going out or coming in and they always open the door the wrong way. The sound the door makes really irritates me! Its so annoying yaar! Why are people so stupid! Why do they have to PULL when it says PUSH and why do they have to PUSH when its written PULL!!! IDIOTIC PEOPLE!

Over smart Cyril: Hmm...dost! we are a country with the second largest population in the world and are showing great promise to be able to take the pole position!

Cyril: I know all that! How is this even related to what I have been saying!!! What's your point?

Over smart Cyril: Friend! my point is, apne desh mai PUSH aur PULL k concept ki clarity hoti to abadi itni nai hoti!