Matter and Flesh: II.

November 28, 2012 § 24 Comments

I exist only at places
he touches me. The rest of me
is just matter and flesh.

Nothing.

November 24, 2012 § 22 Comments

The worldly pleasures.
The spiritual bliss.
The joy of recognition.
The fear of losing love.
The unconditional love.
The big ego.
The early morning kiss.
The passion filled night.
The growing proximity.
The never ending distance.

Nothing compares to you
and me thinking of the
same thing at the same
time.
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24.

November 21, 2012 § 49 Comments

So well I turn twenty four fucking years old today. Its a strange weird feeling that I have, considering the fact that I had actually been feeling dry about the whole birthday thing this time around.

I’ve always been thus social chick who knows everyone and who gels well with everyone. Except the wannabes, ofcourse. And I was once known for all the big birthday parties where everyone who meant something was invited. People from diverse backgrounds came and became comfortable with each other in a few hours. Don’t get me wrong. I am no socialite. I am just, well, normal!

This year something changed. I feel wise and I suddenly don’t want to hang around with people who mean something only momentarily. I’d rather be with people who’ve seen me through thick and thin and who know me, who’ve heard all my stories, who can tell when I’m not okay just when they hear me say “Hello” on the phone, who I know love me no matter what.

This birthday and this year ahead is for them.

I, still feel weird. Twenty four, really??

Void.

November 18, 2012 § 33 Comments

I stare at theĀ skies

and see the void

in me. It speaks

to me face toĀ face.

The sky becomes a

mirror, the clouds

my soul. I am

fluid. IĀ float.

Into infinity.

Towards nothing-ness.

Rains.

November 16, 2012 § 25 Comments

They fall down upon me
and wash off my sins,
as i think of you and me
being together.
I am drenched in longing
and i only smell love.
The air that gushes into
my veins has touched you.
Somewhere.

That makes me content.

Fire.

November 13, 2012 § 34 Comments

The fire that i start
is the one i let kill me.
I inhale its toxicity
because its mine and
mine alone.

It consummates me
and burns me organ by
organ. You, stand right
there watchin’ me,
muted. Afraid to speak
or weak hearted.
I will never know.

You know where my heart
burns, and i know where
your thoughts are
sinking.

That should be enough.

Death: Haiku.

November 9, 2012 § 31 Comments

When death comes knocking at
your door, tell her to wait for
a moment and call me.

Ā 

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