Life: Haiku.

September 30, 2012 § 32 Comments

The moment you give up
chasing life, you’ll see the traces where
trees meet grass and intertwine.

P.S. I am going to be away for a few days. On a vacation. No mobile phone, no internet access. Just a camera and serenity. To a place where beauty resides. They have songs for it. The one that i have attached, is my favorite! 🙂

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW_WLxseq0o

Words II.

September 28, 2012 § 31 Comments

She stirred his words
with both her hands,
mixed them in a bright
in-your-face shade of pink,
stirred some more,
picked up the bowl
containing the final mixture
and poured it over herself.

She cooked his words
in a deep base pan,
o’er the hot burner
that was her heart,
added all the spices
to make it eat-able,
spread the mixture on
toast like marmalade,
and ate it up.

She wrestled with his words
in her head,
squeezed them
broke them into pieces,
pinned them to the floor
of her own imagination,
and in the end
always let em win.

Happy birthday NS. 🙂 I know you don’t understand poetry. But i will keep my promise. Someday, i will make you read between the lines!

 

 

 

Moon.

September 23, 2012 § 43 Comments

I think of you often
between random moments
and Alter Bridge music.

I miss your tantrums
as i check my postbox
for a cribb-y letter from you.

I wonder what went wrong
with us.
The moon was almost ours.

[I clicked this image on the night of the Supermoon 2012. Well, the camera was nice! :D]

 

 

 

Matter and Flesh.

September 19, 2012 § 61 Comments

Right now you need
me only at times,
when we are alone.

My flesh tears and
my blood burns when
you touch me with
that simplicity.

At places i didn’t know
existed inside of me,
in places i cannot
define.

When i suffer in shame
you are the father of it.
When i am alone you’re
the mother of my alone-ness.

You, are the simplicity
that i am made of.
I, am what constitutes
your complexities.

Matter and flesh define us.

 

 

 

Five.

September 15, 2012 § 28 Comments

All i wanted was
to take your hand,
nothing more.
Just to hold hands
like five year old
sweethearts.
A quiet giving
and a quieter taking
of an unspoken love.

But.
I am a woman
You are a man.

And to everyone
else, we are no
longer five.

 

 

 

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