Monday 27 March 2017

The three 'R's

In disdain I watched from the window of my office
A patch of grass being redone
On the little ground between
The tallest structures of bricks and mortar
And I questioned the existence of the
Slender palms, spread across a reasonable green 

It was a reassurance, to the ones like me
That there is the possibility of bloom
Even amidst the detached exchange of hellos and cold rubbing of shoulders
Or is there?

Or will there be the need to renew,
another patch of grass, as they threw
That burning cigarette, on its last leg
And pressed it under their shoe
Because that's what everything is reduced to
The three words - Reduce, Recycle and Reuse


That's what everything has reduced to.


Wednesday 11 January 2017

Conclusively hence.

Can you look into her eyes 
And tell her what you did
They will pierce your soul apart
Put you on the brink 
To an inevitable fall
You invited upon yourself.

Did you not see her see,
Or were you too naive to assume
That the fate of your debauchery 
Would outlive that of the frivolities 
You had chained her with?

The storm within her
Is now ready to tear you apart
Into the nothingness of your being.
Watch out!




Monday 26 December 2016

Incremental loss.

Layer after layer
Peeled off her muted face
Skin of love went first
Tailgated by that of lust
Then went understanding 
Took away companionship
Friendship followed soon towards.

Extended hands come back
Rest on the face
What remains now is a plain surface
You cannot scrape anything from 
Anymore from.

No goosebumps, no butterflies 
Only disappointed droopy eyes
Looking out for no one.
Don't ask her why she won't move
She is a victim of optimism.



Friday 18 September 2015

Tramp

I've walked a lot of roads,
They've led me to dingy shacks,
With loose bulbs and chipped ceilings;
Where love only resides under the sheets
It's unknown faces, when out of them.

I've walked a lot of roads,
They've led me to shady bars.
I've bled on broken bottles
And have led my wounds be fed on by thirsty hungry mosquitoes, from here and about.

I've loved with all my might,
I've kissed without it and I won't deny.
I've been a bitch you've been warned about,
I've been the angel you've dreamt.
I will wreck every castle you build,
I am a ship without a compass, with a baggage of guilt.

There's no place I can stay for too long,
I have no money to pay the rent,
I am a rover who doesn't have a place to call home,
A tramp with no heart to lend.


Monday 14 September 2015

Nightmare

I never claimed to be a dream,
But was oblivious until you said,
I was a nightmare you detest.
I had laid out all I owned,
The madness, the chaos, the noise
Of my head, the mess of my presence.
You held it, pretended to nurture,
Drove uphill only to push it down
That edge.
With an inability to collect the damaged remains,
I make do with the scattered self.
Dragging on the drudgery of life,
Sipping on the tears of blood,
Licking my wounded self.

Monday 17 August 2015

Zilch.

With every lover who marked
A territory of his conquest,
She lost a part of herself.

They claimed her heart and soul,
She kept giving all she had.
Towards and away,
Back and forth.

The fashion had its unfolding,
She kept losing, they kept taking.

Oblivious of what was left,
She lost another conquest.

Now she's walking back and forth,
With nothing to give away,
For nothing she does possess.

The very remains of her belongings
Are buried somewhere in a place,
Where she last removed her dress.

Sunday 19 July 2015

Let's Rot.

Settling in all the humdrum of life
And dragging all the broken pieces
Giving in to the chaos in head
I will choose a corner
From where you can't smell
The pungency of my being
And my failed self
Rotting in a shady hut.