Sunday, June 5, 2011

Clustered in me,
Is a thought of escape,
From the realms of reality,
A desire to delve into the darkest secrets of fantasy,
A hope to drown myself,
In the River of Eternity,
And yet come back and wake up,
In the lap of my earthly existence.

Deep down in the womb of the earth,
Lives a little unicorn,
It hasn't grown from the days forgotten,
It has been pressed, obscured by Men,
Forced to live like a thought,
Which finds no heed....
I picked it up on my arms,
Fed it with the Grass of Hope,
Took it with me, as I walked past the hill.

Today I lie,
On the green meadow,
Overlooking the vast sea,
The air caresses with my face,
Cleans it, washes away all the guilt,
I had accumulated along my life,
I sit still and watch the birds searching their way,
Back to home at the dusk,
After the day's ordeal...

I too hope to come back,
I too wish that I could go all the way
To the middle of the ocean,
And suddenly stop flapping my wings,
So that I fall on my face,
Upon the salty ocean water.
And drown, as deep as my mortal body can,
That I reach the little unicorn,
Pick it up on my arms,
Feed it, pat it on it's back,
And carry him back,
To the dull, mundane existence called Life.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Moonshine

Moonshine, I’ve been waiting for you


For a long long time,


That you will come out of the clouds


And beam on my dark, teary eyes.


Moonshine, I’ve waited for you,


From the day I saw you,


Playing hide and seek amongst the coconut leaves,


As I rode past the sea,


On an old country jeep,


Searching for my soul stolen by the seagull


And feasted on by the eagle.



Moonshine, come over to me,


Fill me,


Drown me,


Tear me apart,


Do whatever you like,


Just come down to me,


I’ve been waiting for a long long time now.



Moonshine, I am tired today,


Tired of waiting for you,


I am restless,


Please, please to come down to me,


Please do help me,


Please do calm me,


Give me some solace; give me another night to dream.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Scattered thoughts

My memory melts like a cube of ice,

My eyes become dry,

The fingers crave for something to clutch to,

The darkness dies!

Yet again I walk this path,

Yet again I commit the same sin,

Indulge in effervescence,

Delve into diligence.

I nod my head to say a NO,

Pack my bag,

And run for the shore….

I think of the sea,

And scribble in a piece of paper,

A B C C B A

I write,

Erase,

Re-write

And think of raising a cry.

I cherish a smoke with a book in hand,

Play with the ant which walks down my toes,

I count the eggs that hatch and that die,

And make it a point to tell them goodbye.

I sit on my knees,

Lost and worn away,

How longer do I need to travel

How many years, months and day?