Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Myths around a Myth
trying to love you/
every time you say/
you don't need me to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
people pass by/
they stare intently/
trying to understand/
what i am trying to do/
they shrug and say/
if this is what it takes/
then this is what it takes/
to rise again/
he must descend/
though it may seem/
like insanity/
i turn around/
momentarily disgusted/
momentarily distracted/
at their absurdity/
and then i get back to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
those passing by/
turn around shrug and whisper/
Sisyphus is happy/
every time you say/
you don't need me to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
people pass by/
they stare intently/
trying to understand/
what i am trying to do/
they shrug and say/
if this is what it takes/
then this is what it takes/
to rise again/
he must descend/
though it may seem/
like insanity/
i turn around/
momentarily disgusted/
momentarily distracted/
at their absurdity/
and then i get back to/
trying to love you/
every time you turn away/
from me/
those passing by/
turn around shrug and whisper/
Sisyphus is happy/
Monday, February 27, 2012
inking monsoon
These are winter days,
with cold places,
and colder deserted ways.
But the season of the sun,
shall soon show,
decorating the dark corners,
with a golden halo.
But i await the summer,
only because after it,
the rains shall follow.
And when the sky opens up,
i hope it pours,
i hope it pours like never before.
For that is when, i know,
you sit by your window,
and look at the world outside,
and summon the one living inside.
and i hope,
that you dip,
yourself to the brim,
and soak up every drop of rain,
and make it your ink,
and pen down every word,
you have held within.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which quench,
as well as stoke your desires.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
when to write,
is all you need.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which make me,
want to read.
If only,
you would,
let me read.
with cold places,
and colder deserted ways.
But the season of the sun,
shall soon show,
decorating the dark corners,
with a golden halo.
But i await the summer,
only because after it,
the rains shall follow.
And when the sky opens up,
i hope it pours,
i hope it pours like never before.
For that is when, i know,
you sit by your window,
and look at the world outside,
and summon the one living inside.
and i hope,
that you dip,
yourself to the brim,
and soak up every drop of rain,
and make it your ink,
and pen down every word,
you have held within.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which quench,
as well as stoke your desires.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
when to write,
is all you need.
I shall wait,
for those monsoon days,
which make me,
want to read.
If only,
you would,
let me read.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
the book reading
your scars/
my book/
the one i read/
lying on my bed/
besides my night lamp/
the one that i shall never rush/
the one that i shall never close/
the one that i shall never put down/
upon my nightstand/
the one that i shall never/
turn my back upon/
and go to sleep/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
day and night/
from start to finish/
and then start all over again/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
and not a single blank space/
and not a single pause/
will i miss/
your scars/
my book/
i read/
and i read/
and i read/
my book/
the one i read/
lying on my bed/
besides my night lamp/
the one that i shall never rush/
the one that i shall never close/
the one that i shall never put down/
upon my nightstand/
the one that i shall never/
turn my back upon/
and go to sleep/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
day and night/
from start to finish/
and then start all over again/
your scars/
my book/
the one that i promise to read/
and not a single blank space/
and not a single pause/
will i miss/
your scars/
my book/
i read/
and i read/
and i read/
never forget to remember
i shall try and never forget/
the difference between/
the moment and me/
i shall try and always remember/
that when you got/
dreamy eyed and smiled/
that one time/
you were into the moment/
and not so much into me/
so that i can dispel/
the delusion/
that the sway in your movement/
the second time and the one after that/
and the one after that/
was due to the magic of the moment/
and not so much due to my presence/
i shall try and realize this/
for all future references/
so that i never mistake/
the moment with me/
so that i can see/
as you can see/
always only the moment/
and never just me/
so that i can be/
as you can be/
always into the moment/
and not so much into me/
the difference between/
the moment and me/
i shall try and always remember/
that when you got/
dreamy eyed and smiled/
that one time/
you were into the moment/
and not so much into me/
so that i can dispel/
the delusion/
that the sway in your movement/
the second time and the one after that/
and the one after that/
was due to the magic of the moment/
and not so much due to my presence/
i shall try and realize this/
for all future references/
so that i never mistake/
the moment with me/
so that i can see/
as you can see/
always only the moment/
and never just me/
so that i can be/
as you can be/
always into the moment/
and not so much into me/
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
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