Jumping between Extremes

Walking into the unknown…

The mist around the glass…

The haze of smoke dancing around…

A slight chill in the breeze…

The screen blinks on to life…

A slight smile spreads…

I look upon the stars…

The colours of life flush in…

I throw tantrums…

I cry anger…

I frown upon the sky…

And then, I laugh…

And this night is different,

And this sky looks darker,

And tonight is a new night,

Between the start and the end.

Demons amidst the mist…

Letting go of the whisky…

Letting in the circles of haze…

My fingers start to dance in the sky…

My hair opens loose…

Naked shoulders breathing in…

Dancing to the Nightcall…

Kissing in the air…

Accent of the chill around…

Dewdrops on my lips…

Pushed against the wall…

My hands crushed in…

Moving amidst the unknown…

Demons of a life around me…

Nightcall of a stranger…

Withdrawal symptoms aplenty…

Greed breathing me in stronger…

I make peace with my own fiction…

He smirks from six feet and beyond…

Lost and found in between the lines…

I start pacing back,

I change the tune,

I kiss the fire around,

I move with the rain.

Confessions of a Writer

I like to think I am a Writer.

The content of this post is of an inflammable nature.

It must be indulged in with in the most retarded state of mind

I should have been a better writer. I realized it when I started writing this

I may or may not deny these based on who you are

Indifference is the key. The subject will change.

Promiscuity defines a poet's life. The subject will change.

Bad grammar is fine. Bad writing is not.

Being greedy with Life is good... And only that

Friends are the family you choose... Choose carefully.

Trust no one... The sooner you learn the worse off you will be

Travel is evolution of self in its best form

Lies are always acceptable... Except when it becomes masochistic

Life's style and Lifestyle can be two very different things

Nothing is sexier in a person than intelligence

What I write is the only eternal truth I have

Amidst the rubble...

Laughing on the couch,

She lightly kisses the haze…

In the arms of strangers,

She dances in circles…

Holding on to the curtains,

She turns around to see the noise,

Just one more time,

Crave for the morning…

Throwing her glass on the wall,

She tip toes around shattered glass,

Jumping across roofs,

Falling in beds…

Woken up by the cannon balls,

Smeared lipstick on the walls,

Shards of glass in her soul,

She lights the cigarette.

Another night of driving around,

Another kiss in the air,

Another knock breaks her trance,

Ashes of a forgotten time…

She rolls under the ivory sheets,

She kisses to the moans…

Amidst the chaos…

Amidst the haze…

Amidst the rubble…

Found and Lost

Another stranger makes his way,

Limping around the border lines.

Insane daybreaks…

Clouds of silence lingering above…

“Do I remember you?

He whispers into her ears.

“You never will”,

And Cassandra smiles.

Misty glasses of more water than whisky,

Entwined like snake skins…

She pushes him to the fire…

Burnt in the misty corridors of the mind…

Memories lost in the Pacific for the night…

A puff of cigarette in the air,

Calling out to her…

And she goes quiet in the nights…

And then he’s gone,

Lost in the haze of the smoke…

And then another night,

And then another cigarette in the air…

Tears of Pandora…

Burning her world inside,

Wet roses on the door…

Alone towards the end…

Stars of a future lost in the past,

Dreams of a day lost in the nights…

Silence of Cassandra lost in the screams,

Promises lost in the Never-to-be…

Long Days… Longer nights

 

Ever felt like changing your skin?

Ever felt like going to a place where there are no memories?

Ever felt like saying nothing for hours?

Ever felt like driving all night in circles?

Ever felt like staring through the stars?

Ever felt like knowing nothing about someone?

Ever felt like lying about yourself?

Ever felt like listening to the same song on loop for hours?

Ever felt like kissing for hours?

Ever felt like sleeping the whole day?

Ever felt like making love without any love?

Ever felt like walking on for miles alone?

Ever felt like killing someone?

Ever felt like being in love?

Ever felt like not thinking?

Ever felt like running naked on the streets?

Ever felt like dying alone?

Broken fragments of nightmares…

Truths of a moment lost in lines…

Staying lost between Truth and Moments…

I do… Everyday!

Lost in the abyss of yesterday…

Scratching lines off her palms…

Looking for a new tomorrow…

I do… Everyday!

Silence of a different kind…

Cassandra calling me out…

Letting the world stay lost…

I do… Everyday!

Holding Cassandra hostage six feet under…

Amidst hollow dreams and hollowed truths…

Sitting in a corner looking at this world silently…

I do… Everyday!

Prophecies smiling at a stranger…

Broken mirrors around me…

Pushing strangers between the lines…

I do… Everyday!

Searching for this moment in a ruble…

Smoke and ashes in equal parts…

Living through chaos…

I do… Everyday!

And Cassandra mocks me…

And I feel too much…

And I say too little…

I do… Everyday!