let's run

Hold my hand, let’s go for a walk
I am too tired I just want to go outside
Forget saying good byes Let’s just disappear from here
We can sit on the terrace and look at the stars
We can lay still and float in the sky
I want to feel the calm of the night
Let’s just go and play with the clouds
It’s too crowded here, I hate it
People keep coming in between you and me
And I don’t like it
I know a place where the lights are not too bright
And the music is just right
Let’s go my girl and leave this all behind
We can go and walk naked feet in the sand by the dam
We can get drunk and laugh in each others arms
I will right your name in the sand
And try to make shapes from my hands
We can stay there till the morning
Catch the twilight and run in the morning waves
Let’s go far from here I don’t like it here

what the hell...

Well I turned 27.

The right age to commit suicide, I guess.

Spent, the better part of the day with my head in a bucket, popping pills and tripping on the stupid cough syrups. Woke up groggy eyed in the late evening and again began the cycle of my puking and then sitting in the washroom, smiling like a zombie.


I fucking HATE 18th October.

I am a feeling

Sitting on the tip of the leaf
I am the dew that will fall
Sleeping on the green grass
I am the grasshopper that will fly
Looking up at you from the ground below
I am the junk that will live forever
Sliding down the Himalayan peaks
I am a snowball that will disintegrate
Flying in the sky, perching on the tree
I am the bird that will soar
Swimming in the depths of Andaman
I am the fish that will survive
Crying in the eyes of a teenaged girl
I am the tear that will dry
Flowing in the currents
I am the straw that will try
In the gnashing teeth of the beast
I am the anger that will explode
In the open arms of the new born
I am the vulnerability that will subside
In the deep sighs of the old man
I am the hope that will not die
In the crumpled sheet of paper
I am the message of love that will prevail
In the clenched fist of the rag picker
I am the sweat that will feed
In the far horizons of the azure sky
I am the vastness that will engulf
Embracing an ailing soul
I am the courage that will fight
In the downtown dark alleys
I am the addiction that will kill
In the eyes of a noble heart
I am the value that will stand
Sitting on the sands of a lonely beach
I am the memories that will remain
In the last breath of a dying heart
I am a feeling, a feeling of, life.
Life, well lived.

here in this moment

Here in this moment
We will live Not afraid to die
Here in this moment
We will fly Not afraid to fall
Here in this moment
We will dance Not afraid to falter
Here in this moment
We will cry Not ashamed of our tears
Here in this moment
We will love Not afraid of betrayal
Here in this moment
We will believe Not afraid if our beliefs are mocked upon
Here in this moment
We will swim Not afraid to drown
Here in this moment
We will experience Not afraid of pain
Here in this moment
We will speak Not afraid of the consequences
Here in this moment
We will live Because all we have got is
Here, in this moment

prayer

O thee, creator of the universe
To thou, shall my heart call
Misery, the vice of the mankind
Taketh its toll on soul
Shall I overcome Shall I sail
Peace, in the roaring waves of the ocean
Calm, in the songs of the morning bird
Happiness, in the free spirit of the wind
Dignity, in the posture of the mountains
To me shall you teach.
Prayer, for the ones who are lost
Knowledge, for the ones who are wandering
Realization, for the ones who are on the wrong path
Karmic power, for the ones who are jaded
Your love, my lord, for the ones who are on the righteous path.
To me, shall you give.

morose overture

Shadows lurking in the darkness of somber emotions
That cup of tea frowns at me with a dash of scorn
My room is like a stage after everyone has left
A seagull in the air, all-alone , no nest
Is this morning, is this night Or is this something in between
This lapse of memory is cradling me to sleep
Is it the weather or is something wrong with me
I feel so low and I feel so gay
Oh I know, it’s just my lonely day.

Stripped vulnerability’s capote I wear
My darkest fears seem so near
Ice cold breath, blurs my mirror of conscience
I ran so hard and I am running out of patience
Fresh smell of bougainvilleas drowns me and I go spinning in my head
These tears of happiness, oh I must shed
I feel so low and I feel so gay
I hate this lonely day

Knock on my door, knocks me out of my stupor
I have got guests, I know, so I open the door
They barge in my room and sprawl on my bed and
climb up my window and sit on my chair.
Mr. melancholy, Mr. confusion, Mr. daze and Mr. suffocation
I just don't want you here
Coz it’s my lonely day.
Then I saw her, pirouetting in the air
Her hourglass figure and her voice so near
She winked at me and then she disappeared
Leaving a stain of smile on my face
Down below I saw a rose flirting with a jasmine
A cuckoo eying a grain A canine playing in the sand
A child, oh so much love on display
These thoughts I fear, these thoughts I love
These thoughts I run from, these thoughts I yearn for
I feel so low and I feel so gay
I wish each day would be a lonely day.