Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Gravity


The lights were dimmed now,
The stage was empty, she was alone.
Throwing her shoes to the corner,
She tip toed to the centre of the stage.

Music filled the room,
Words moving in her veins,
She raised her hands and danced,
She defied gravity in her thoughts.

Not a soul looked at her,
Not a soul could look at her,
Dancing on the edge of the wall,
Floating with the chill of the breeze.

The city lights looked the same,
The society now beneath her,
The lust of love breathing in her,
She looked up at the stars.

Sealing her place amongst them,
She took a step and flew away,
Her mind plummeting head first,
Her lips moving to the song.

Love for another moment,
Love for another experience,
Love for another lust,
Love to prove gravity wrong,
Greed, my only Sin...

Monday, June 2, 2014

Shame

She stood by the corner between the light and haze,
Looking at the room fill in and empty out…
She looked at them together in her mind,
Falling like domino pieces in air.

Sipping her tea slowly,
She tugged harder at her skirt.
Her short legs exposed as she walked,
She pushed her socks down.

Moving her head to the numbing sound,
Sounds of laughter dancing to the music…
A hand pulling her by the waist,
She came face to face with him.

Dancing to the rhythm of our bodies,
His lips pushed against my skin hard,
He whispered in my ear lightly,
‘I can’t believe I haven’t met you yet.’

I pushed him back against the wall,
Trapped in passion enveloping us,
Liberated in that numb moment,
We let go in the garden of temptation.

‘You can think of him tonight’
He whispered in my ears.
I looked at him knowingly,
Another night, another stranger.

Born in the their wrong time,
Born in the their wrong place,
Born in the their wrong form,
Born every moment.

Love of a moment for every moment…
Higher than lust of one eternal moment…
Love lost in the wild greed,
Greed of another moment.

Shame in the love for greed,
Higher than lust of the material,
Not lost in the their need to stop,
No Shame...

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

To the Moon and Back


Tunes of another time
Of Love and Loss
Love of a night…
Lost in the daylight…

Tunes of another kind
Of Power and Greed
Power over self…
Greed to never stop…

Tunes of another life
Of a life forgotten
Life in a home…
Forgotten in the wild…

Tunes of another girl
Of a homeless world
Homeless by choice…
World of the wild…

Lost in the abyss
Of never knowing,
Kissed by the stars…
On the lips...

Found in the Garden of Eden,
Biting the apple…
From the snake’s mouth,
Kissed by the maker…

Lost in the web,
Of her making…
In love with…
Creatures of the Dark…

Found in the loss…
Found in every life…
Found in everything…
Lost when Found…

To every life at the same time…
To everything through nothing…
To every orgasm through every kiss…
To the Moon and back...

Thursday, May 22, 2014

I Call it Magic


Sitting by a window pane,
Dreams about a life in dreams,
Rejecting time,
Broken between the real and the surreal.

I sit by the window still,
Looking at it all,
Looking at what I don’t want,
Looking at what I will never want.

And in their love and loss,
The fear of losing another one,
Greed of the broken winged,
Greed of a lost cause.

Passing through storms,
Lost and found,
Between the music and the musician,
Rhythm of the cursed…

No fear of the unknown,
Fear of the unspoken,
Big Realities…
Bigger Illusions…

Curiosity to a stranger,
From the unknown…
A life against rules of reality,
Moving to the surreal.

Dreams of another window pane…
Dreams of a swim in the open ocean…
Dreams of being lost in the surreal...
Dreams of a lost cause…

I sit by the window still,
Music of the free world,
Realities of a golden cage,
A life of taking flight.

Life as a circle…
In a square box…
I call it Magic…
I call it Truth…

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Blue Jazz Nights


 Hues of orange surrounding the sky...
Darkness starting to creed in...
The glass door creaks open,
There I walked in.

You pushed a glass towards me,
Your fingers slowly  pulling on my scarf,
Warmth of your breath playing on my neck,
I push you back and turn to run.

Sitting by the river now...
Silence of the night...
Broken by the waves...
Walls of our own making...

Into each night and then again,
Beyond each hour and time,
 Veiled tears of grief and love,
Make me go weak in my knees.

Jazz music in this dingy pub,
The sultriness in the breeze,
I remembered him tonight,
I longed for a weakness.

Prayer flags in the sky...
Moaning amidst blurred lines...
The touch of a stranger...
Kissing under the stars...
Dancing on toes all night...
Blue Jazz nights... Into abyss

Thursday, March 27, 2014

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.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

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