January 30, 2012 § 10 Comments

And she prayed to the gods
let me become one
with the trees in your forest.
But the gods were silent.

So she prayed again
let me flow through
the creek in the woods.
But the gods were silent.

She prayed to them
let me embrace the mountains
and mate with the sea.
But the gods were silent.

And she cried out
My lord! grant me consummation
with the universe this very night.
But the gods were silent.

But this time
they sent her a man
who prayed for the same.



January 25, 2012 § 6 Comments

I cried when i left
you. Silent tears,
that hurt my insides.

I cried when i realised
you wouldn’t follow.
Howled, each night.

I cried when you tried
getting back with me.
Tears of guilt.

I cried when i understood
i can live without you.
Dim tears.

But i smiled when
i found out you cried too.


January 19, 2012 § 10 Comments

Now that i am supposedly free
Now that my thoughts are colored in grey
Now that they’re shaved down to a bare minimum
Now that life is supposed to have direction and meaning
Now that there are mounts of expectations
Now that i know what it feels to be eaten
Now that all chairs are uncomfortable
Now that black isnt my favourite colour
Now that my ice has been broken
Now that i am blanked and unshaped
Now that my friends think i’ve grown up
Now that i am supposedly free

Now i walk away.


January 16, 2012 § 6 Comments

Sometimes there are no answers
Sometimes the questions are enough
Sometimes the night is quite dark
Sometimes the heart’s games are a bluff.


January 14, 2012 § 10 Comments

When i was still yours
all the words i whispered
have no meaning now,
they’ve withered and died
like us.

And those words flew away
someone held them in their hands
came to you running
and asked if they can
own your heart.

And you said yes.


January 11, 2012 § 2 Comments

Friendship, Betrayal

Love, Emotions

You, Me

We, Us

Nights, Days

Rains, Winters

Success, Failure

Life, Death

Let’s wipe the slate clean
and get rid of all the dust.


January 9, 2012 § 2 Comments

The immaculate smiles, cracking into laughter.
The neatly folded notes passed between the wooden desks.
The aroma of homemade pickle in a maths class.
The names engraved onto the tables linking up two ‘special’ people.
The meagre canteen allowance and the recess breaks that never ended.
In bed by 11, without checking who’s online, where.
The crisp white shirts, and the pleated skirts.
The inter school competitions, and the thrill of checking out guys/girls from another school.
The stay backs and the devout apologies for being late for the morning assembly.
And the candy-ed heartaches. That broke hearts, back then. Never literally though.

Enter: mind-games, facebook, hormones, the importance of ‘being-important’, egos; not necessarily in the same order.
We’re still the same. Just raped. Of the innocence.

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