The dusk of my new life.. The negative passion around me... The wait.. The wait for a period... The life of a new me.. The things happening are real.. Sometimes I feel I need to wake up from this dream.. I feel like I'll find myself back at home... but I step into this life of mine, like thousands of others... What dreams do they share ? What things did they leave behind ? Its eatin up my senses ... I know I'll burst like a meteor if I ponder... Ponder over the decision of my own... Ponder over the love that is away and measured by metres... The feelings will heal... The place will return to me..cause I belong to where I ought to be... :)

A chase ... Chase of a deer.. She's fast.. The white spots on her dark body is encircled by the dust.... She holds onto herself... She believes in her destiny and carries on with her race.. Her race to victory.. Triumph over an unknown wish... Triumph over the inchoate dreams... She clears the finishing line... Is she sure of her position ? Is she the one that holds onto her dreams ? Is she the one who won the winning path of winners ?

In these hours of silence, I see myself becoming dregs to these white walls, and as I dissolve into the world of malice and realize how fuzzy all these things are, I try to comply to the bivalent logic called Life... I felt so structured with the datum that I'd go "OOPS"... I did it again... How I used to imagine those angel faces and remain sane facing the atrocity... how things would fall in place seeing the beauty in their eyes... how i welcomed those smiles from the odd faces and read their eyes,and they seemed like books authored by me... How I wish i get back to them... a hug... a smile... I'd get shocks of happiness when I'm back... I hate this place as much as I love it... cause I live the bivalent logic called LIFE:)

LOOKING AHEAD

Walking through the flourished meadows,
savouring the sand so sweet...
It wouldn't be the acid rain this time,
nor the past that I'd want to meet...


Freedom from oppressed thoughts,
reaching the shore from the oceanic bed,
A feel to express my reticence,
to the nature I shall confess....

The tall grass seemed like an archway,
an archway to triumph I thought....
A tranquil sleep awaits me,
on the bed of roses and the earthy quilt..

BEING ME

I found truth in your farce speech,
but wonder what made me depraved...
was I just a puppet of your thoughts?
or was it the connotation of my life?

The heart that pumped my blood,
was the same as the souls born here..
the mind that thought my thoughts
was strung to you as your heir..

I was condescended to wash your worries,
I was becoming your panacea...
I plummeted in my own eyes,
I staggered along my strides...

I quavered in the hideous rain,
I reasoned out the inchoate atrocity,
what I saw through your eyes was my life,
the unsolicited gift of my birth....

CHILD'S PLAY

Everything seemed right to me,
but you pulled me back with disgust.
Scrupulously crafted fate lines...
disrupted by your oppression.

A smile of ecstasy,
hidden under your malice,
the haughtiness in your speech,
was the Lembas of my day...

I sought for what they sought,
nothing more did I ask.
I preferred the raging inferno,
over the shade of your homely roof...

The scorn of your contented smile,
the satire in your material love,
the game you took ages to learn....
I play it Everyday....