nirukti

I am 
nobody's daughter, nobody's 
sister and nobody's mother. 

In 
the flood of all destruction,  
I am 
the one thing that 
survives; while man's ego 
suckles its own thumb. 

I am 
without beginning 
or end, I am 
without body 
or form, I am 

the ultimate truth.

familiar

they still make me smile,
love, even though i dont;
you dont. maybe
its because i've,
forgotten all the
hurt. or maybe
its because i've,
forgiven what was
base. or maybe
its because i'm.
just downright stupid.


but you know better
than most 
don't you,
that none of those three
are true.
that it is because,
during all the hurt,
you just stopped 
being you.

You said

i Could.
paint my fingers pink
right now;
and, You
wouldnt know.

because I don't know...

I just opened
a box
of sugar-coated candy;
and it
turned out to be Tangerine;
the flavour
of paradise. Happy
Birthday.

In my head

He is
an open book;
but the pages,
are blank.

and I;
I always thought,
that I,
could read them all.

rocky Road.

I wrote
today, the exam
that would
decide after this one,
if I
could write any other
at all.
It all,
started with one
broken parker pen, one
unexpected message, one
incomplete question paper, and
I lost my phone.
Daddy still,
bought me the ice-cream, I
had asked for.
Only that now,
they call my favorite chocolate
choco chip flavour,
Rocky Road.

Irony.
Is rich and sweet,
till the last scoop.

Icarus

You never knew
that failure kissed your feet,
even before you took to the light.
and neither did you know,
that you could fly again.

So lost were you,
So enamoured by the light.
so slowly you fell,
and never rose again.

I too, seek the light you love.
To the world, you might be a fool
But in you I see the flutters
of my soul's desire
Have I not, too,
ventured to embrace the sun,
and danced with defeat instead.

But I am not you, naive dreamer
I will fly, take to the light again
And this time,
The wax on my wings will not melt
for it is sealed with love.

Bliss

Late into the night, and the air hangs heavy.
After a series of shitty days and nights, i've been working all day and a high sense of satisfaction is coursing through my mind. High enough to make me laugh at all the power cuts. That is high enough if you know me and my violent outbursts.
My balcony is strategically planned to capture even the lightest drift of wind... I sit on my swing and the whish whoosh just perfectly complements my mood. A song flies by, but of course it should. Fool’s garden, Lemon tree “nothing ever happens and I wonder”
Have you ever wanted to drive through winding roads, the car top down and the wind in your hair? Yes? Hell yeah? thought so.
But to feel like you ARE treading unknown paths when swinging in your own front yard, this I attribute to the transporting power of music (and my hyper active creativity, but we’ll get to that later)

... ...
Song-on-loop. Playing every riff, not missing a beat.
Mind drifts, thinks, drifts some more. I feel every word enveloping my mind and more thoughts come. It’s like watching one of those movies unfold, you know, where the colours and words swirl around and then freeze at the prefect scene. Complete with background music, special effects et al.

I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.

Bliss and realization

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I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.
... ...
Distant horizon, a slow twirl of the mind and I see it forming.
Something deep inside of me knows that this picture, I must see painted.
There’s red and blush pink, there’s a hint of yellow.
Strands of colour and a dark form.
Years might pass and i could sit here watching the scene unfold.
It begins to fill with light.
It fascinates, the light beckons.
Dire anticipation. Sweet longing. Secret fear. 


Woof! Taffy sees a doggy friend.
My reverie is broken.
as the trees fold into focus i see fleeting glimpses of the unfinished frame...
lilting tunes fading
And then, like the crescendo that was never anticipated...
Realization dawns.

And I, Smile.

Night.

Thoughts flutter.
moth wings soft and shimmery,
slow dance. from inside the dark,
into the night light.

They morph, hide.
They escape, only to be found again.

They pause, stay.
they dance and come out to play.

And while they stay,
sleep eludes.
night grows long,
heavy eyes droop,
reason sleeps.

And then,
caught in this sweet maze,
shy dreams smile.

Ramblings...

Its not oft'en that moonlight breaks crystal wide.
But when it does, look away.

For what is but oh-so-obvious in the haze of the night;
Is mighty elusive in the sharp shadows of noon.

And if the 'true' escapes from cool eventide too....
Where then will you seek it?

One day I will

One day I will tell you
what the song meant.
sing it to you
and ask
if you remember
the words
to sing with me.

One day i will tell you
what i was thinking
when i said
it was nothing
and ask
if you realised then
that it was not
meant to be said
but understood.

One day i will tell you
what the look meant
and why
it stayed with me
and ask
if you would look
at me
that way again.

One day i will tell you
how i took
those hours of silence
and ask
if you could do the same
and survive

One day i will tell you
what words cannot
and will never tell
and yet i will
find a way to
tell you
one day i will