Death and its effect.

I can't imagine a world where I don't exist.
How to!
When the world revolves around me.
Once I leave,
everything will get lost,
without gravity.
Because I am that which holds them all together.
Without me, they will wander
aimlessly to far and beyond, never to return.
Except those that orbit weakly like ghosts of those who went away.

7:16 AM | | 8 Comments  

Is this Haiku?

And in your wake,
I make,
Obvious mistakes.

7:09 AM | | 2 Comments  

appeal

You look appealing or you sound appealing, why is there not both in you?
Why is there no lost look in your eyes, when there can be one in mine?
So what divides us.
What is it that stops us from talking.
Talking about what we want to talk about.

7:09 AM | | 2 Comments  

A lonely ride
devoid of music and fiction
A  borrowed pen
solace to this rhthymic friction
So many things to write
easily forgotten by the end of seven days

A minuscle beggar
with eyes that would remind you of twinkling stars
Outstretched palms, grimy faced
A big apple is offered
and this little god of innocense
blesses me with a toothy smile.

7:06 AM | | 0 Comments  

Gah!

I can’t explain my sudden irritation for my old pals and much liked colleagues!
I mean is it really true that the moon has a say in your behavior?
My! This kind of talk totally qualifies me to be a lunatic.
Read Chuck Palahniuk. The movie Fightclub, based on the book written by him, is brilliant. So I was hoping to enjoy his book Diary. But nah, the plot is different but not interesting enough. Also, there are too many unnecessary things happening. And the characters are so unbelievable and boring and fat and negative. Also read (half!) The Time Traveler’s Wife. Liked it enough that I was greatly disappointed to find that the copy had few hundred pages were missing!
Will buy an original copy now (enough of giving preference to roadside vendors.)
But all said, I too want to marry a hip Librarian with a lot of family money! Now reading Sugar Street which won the Nobel prize for literature. Not bad huh. Have another book lined up to read after this one, On the road! I have been waiting to read that book ever since I first came to know of its existence.
Completed 13 months of work. Feeling real proud of myself.
Took a break and visited Grandparents. Much love was revived. Much tears were shed.
Still looking for inspiration.
Adios.




11:43 PM | | 4 Comments  

sleep.

My head is buzzing with words, I am trying my best
to ignore
I woke up with a missing toe.
Good heavens where did I go.
Last night must have been one sleepwalkers’ dream.
Where is the common pleasant feeling you have
just before you go to sleep
Looking forward to another day
Filled with old women vying for music and chairs
Big nailed, no toothed
A tall glass of warm moo juice
And you sleep
When there are no interruptions you know
You will live
And if life is hard then know that hard is good
And if you are the RockandRolla
Then go
Be the real RockandRolla.

11:39 PM | | 4 Comments  

huh?

burnbabyburn

12:00 AM | | 0 Comments  

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