Impossibilities of a Moment

With the shadow of a smile,

The moon murmurs its presence.

Gleaming on my window,

While the world around passes me by…

En route to another destination,

While I imagine the one after that…

Anticipation of the void,

Towards yet another everlasting search...

Warmth of the night enveloping me,

As I dream of realities that will never be,

The people I will never meet,

And the destination I will never find…

Lost in a haze I created,

I smile at the moon,

To the honesty on a stranger,

Strangely lost on the loved ones…

Nostalgia of a song shared once,

A moment lost in time,

A belief of belonging,

A belief lost in time…

Impossibilities of a moment,

Relived only in silence…

Relived only in between moments…

Relived only to never be lived again….

Within and Without

She traces the last drop of rain on the window pane,

Till they leave her looking into blank space…

A faint light in the sky… Sounds of the world crawling up on you…

While the curtains dance violently through the mist…

Another story and it will be over,

Love to story… Indifference to character.

Another moment and it will be over,

Easy come… Easy Go.

Another experience and it will be over,

Cat’s nine lives… Magical dreams.

Tired by the noise within,

She makes her way to the noise without…

Looking for the answers within,

Searching through the answers without…

Another milestone and it will be over,

Definitions aplenty…

Another discovery and it will be over,

Epiphanies aplenty…

Another memory and it will be over,

Detachment aplenty…

Hidden behind her veiled indifference…

Along the shores of sanity and insanity…

Directionless to the journey…

Hope within… Reality Without…

Addiction to Addictions

At the stroke of midnight,

She creeps into my mind…

Drowning me in her words.

 

She tempts me with everything I never wanted,

Teasing me to the verge of a conclusion.

Leaving me hanging by my own words,

Before I can stop her every night.

A voice within tells me to stop.

It tells me of all she could destroy…

Tonight I want to be destroyed.

She comes to me every night,

Tiptoeing but never looking at me.

The longing to consume her,

Consuming me deeper every night.

I seek help to an addiction,

An addiction to addictions,

The need for something elusive,

Moving beyond wrong and right…

Moving on to what makes me feel….

The desire to never be fulfilled... 

Any feeling will do tonight.

Girl with the broken memory

Surrounded by a smoke of opinions...
She blows the last puff in the air...
A faint smile on those lips...

They whisper her secrets everyday...
And yet they continue to stand by her doorway...
She giggles when she sees them fake it...

They gasp at her heels...
And those naked legs well hid...
She smirks everytime they stare...

He stands quietly and encourages them all...
A glass of whisky is all thats on offer...
And they steal a wink...

Of arrogance and hysteria...
Of lies and desires undisturbed...
Of seduction secrets...
Of broken memories and dreams...

Confessions of a lost survivor...

The thing about being a survivor is that the stories are too graphic to share most of the times. Aristotle put it aptly, "Those who excel in virtue have the best right of all to rebel, but then they are of all men the least inclined to do so".

Goes without saying, I WILL deny all that follows, or maybe some of it.

• The loss of innocence is when you stop believing in people... Now I believe in the wrong people...
• Experiences make you stronger... There are no bad experiences...
• If you haven't traveled alone in life, you are yet to feel the joy that solitude brings...
• The sense of peace I get in traveling is yet to be rivaled or even matched...
• The truth is worth risking everything...
• To a writer, writing is worth risking everything…
• Context continues to elude most... thats how its rightly done...
• Money is never important… Take that Friday flight to meet someone even if it leaves you broke…
• Being consistently broke is exciting… You never have to worry about lending money
• Nothing beats the excitement that spontaneity brings…
• Scars are beautiful... they remind one of what they've survived...
• There are situations where your own family may stand against you... Everyone is fallible...
• Don't judge people... This will, ofcourse, not stop them from judging you... Deal with it...
• Believe in the art of moving on
• Indifference can show you a side of yourself you may grow to dislike… Indifference is your best bet…
• Learning how to care about the right things and people is an even better bet
• Games are to be played with people of the same caliber... the rest can be bullied
• Respect for all people... everyone is fighting their battles
• Some people are worth fighting battles for, especially with yourself...
• The worst form of lie is the one we tell ourselves
• Everybody lies...

Love note by a non-believer...

The monks laughed in my direction...

Turning to look at the noises,

I could smell the wet roses...

Raindrops kissing my feet as I ran...

Up to the coffee shop,

A wet book in my hand,

I sat down to the brewing cup...

A crooked smile on my lips.

Mornings spent wrapped in the heat,

And the evenings worn off by walks,

As the night started to sneak upon me,

I would look to the moon that you look upon.

The corner lamp shone through the misty window...

Darkness enveloping me in a warm embrace,

Nightmares of unfinished business,

Cuddling amongst insomnia and nightmares...

Between love and lust lies this poet...

On thin lines...

Indifferent to taking sides,

Too curious to make a choice...

Merry Go Round...

Lets move to a place with no roads,
Where we can run in circles,
And we wouldn’t even know about it…

Where the people have no names,
‘Cos they don’t talk to anyone,
And the masks never come off…

Where the chores are divided perfectly,
Left to everyone’s pleasing,
And people walk with a constant smile…

Where the rain never stops,
Washing away everyday’s memories,
And each day is a new day…

Where every night toasts to the morning,
With a haze of smoke around,
And nothing else matters…

Where souls never meet,
Brushing past one another for eternity,
And no one remembers tomorrow…

Where you and I meet for the first time,
Fall in love with each other for a day,
And we forget it tomorrow,
Until we meet again...