.attachment-incorrigible(haiku)

By the window sill,
mist from the eyes clouds my life
. . . . . . . lamentations rule.



...Ellipsis

What is it to be called cool?

Some people are born to lose.No matter how hard they try,how passionate about the things they really are.They always lose.
Some people are born to win.Call it their zeal to achieve or their ardent love for success.They surpass all the obstacles and become the apostle of success.
Some people, like me are born just to[clears throat]
just to watch them play. ;)


...Ellipsis

lamia and me (Gothic poetry)

Am I still asleep?
or is this really some perpetual dream?

feeling the ethereal ink out,
your entangling me,
I untangle and free
the gypsy within me.

parched lips, awfully
want some fire now.
But your ball
and chain simply,
don't let me go.

your mysterious abyss
or the vampyric addiction?
sheer megalomania
or do you really see
a halo around me?

Dodging me,oh darling!
where do you go?
to the graves,those wailing wolves?
your world of darkness unseen?

see me again darling
some other time.. perhaps the next new moon
or I shall...slake my thirst dear.
for you still owe me
an alimony.

...Ellipsis

.five ages of a nincompoop

The year 1990,
marked the birth
of a lousy nincompoop.

.

By 6, atoning the virtues
of a god-fearing mama
and a steadfast Papa,
the nincompoop learnt
to read and write,
to sacrifice and befriend.

.

Enter 13.
the nincompoop learnt ,
to beguile and
yet be benign.
started to love,
had his hearts broken
a couple of times
and his bones broken too.

.

Enter 17.
the nincompoop started
to love
and make love.
lecherous,
and diabolic.
but still,
Blood to him,
carried some gravity.

.

Enter 20.
the nincompoop now
makes only love.
still loves blood,
only when spilt.
Nothingness,his abode.
he isn't despaired,
atleast by the embrace
of weeds and liquids.
God is just another jester,
Faith is just for the dogs.
the nincompoop now,
is a nihilist.
That nihilist is me.


...Ellipsis

.in a land of waters

Bangalore/Hyderabad|Oct032009:The worst rains and floods in parts of Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh left 172 dead as authorities today intensified rescue efforts with army troops backed by IAF helicopters shifting marooned villagers from rooftops to safer areas.

Courtesy:OutlookIndia.com

.in a land of waters


There is no my school these days,
yet I don't feel happy at all.

She gulped my mother and brother,
farm and home.
I gulped a lump of her,
she was within me too.
But I hated her then
and let her roll down my eyes.
.

Shattered shingles,
shards of my kaleideoscope,
were all that remained.

Dare didn't I,
to bet her on her strength.
you made me fly,
though not in the sky,
In logs and woods,
cadaverous streams.
.

Food for us was then.
falling from the sky.
Only to see more kids like me,
under feet of many,crying
and screaming for their lives,
in a land of hers,
in a land of waters..


...Ellipsis

Souvenir to a Rakhi

All these years,from my childhood through school to my late teens,I was a lone child.But not after the last Rakhi,when I found a sweet li'l sister and never can I forget the day.This one's for my Sis,who added new colors to my life..


Run,run,run
through the meadows
of joy,
through the fields
of happiness
The sun is so bright today,
Is it your joie-de-vivre?

The blessing
of the sky,
the love
of this world.
slake your thirst,
underneath
a cascade of dreams.
See them alive,
See the never-never land
come to life.

Board the train
of hopes and dreams.
passing en route
smiles and smiles.
sans pain,
sans grief and cries,
chasing butterflies
for thousands of miles.

Listen li'l sister..
wear that smile forever
and let never fade it out.

In your rope-walk
on the cosmic lines
of life,I promise
to be your
balancing stick.
I'll never let you down.
I'm an atheist by nature.
But sister,I'll pray for you.

...Ellipsis

.mermaid MeSmeRizE

Hendrix and his haze,
quintessentially purple
to my ears.

it was when my eyes stammered,
mouth was squint,
heart attacked my head.

it was when I was soaring high,
high after a noon's party,
of liquids and scented air,
enough plants to kill my lungs,of course.

it was then,when
I saw this
It was a mermaid
yes, a mermaid
unbelievably, walked on the road.

a second look,
at her slender legs
and tadaa..
I stopped pulsating.

it was then,when
she manoeuvred,
her lips
to flaunt, and kill men,
clone freaks of my kind,
she smiled and again.

it was then,when
i sensed vestiges,
your reminiscences.
with memories,i live.
without, a happy.
with memories i live
without,a happy.


...Ellipsis