Saturday, April 12, 2014

Who Knows




She was not a slowpoke grownup. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.




I can wait but for few hours
what happens after that
who knows
gave you a chance but
things you decline
a long list, long line
what happens after that
who knows


You could be happy
a handsome fortune
I wouldn't know
by chance I may remember
game that we played
of pliant rules, no amends
what could have happened
who knows

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

I May Also Fly


He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.
Lauren Oliver, Delirium


Birds fly high, up away in the sky
Bird within flaps wings in reply
I gaze and gaze deep in the sky
To catch sight, match its height
Where is the line that needs crossing?
Where is that flag I need move past?
Birds, still flying and forever will
Here on ground I’m waiting still
Often they come down for me to sway
I keep fledging my wings to fly away.

Beasts who roar, deep in the forest
A roar rises and buries in my chest
I see mortals living the lives I want
Things I fancied, or I’d have planned
Where is the map that I once had in my hand?
Where is that road that was laid here before?
Beasts, they can never die and never will
That roar within is kicking and alive still
One day these roars will echo all the way
I’ll pave those roads and briskly run away.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly. 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Out Of Control


My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them Jack Kerouac



In end, light’s gone and dark spreads
Everyone’s asleep I’m drained awake
Nocturnal dim charms me and mine
O’ august light of days and dawn
Find me if you can, I’m not lost
Not derailed or left caravan
Just little out of control
Sense, come find me fast.

In end, light’s no more and invisible worlds
Everyone’s fine, my mind and me in whorls
Wondering and wandering about my times
Widened eyes to see past dust and dark
Will I ever be found? Am I, Am I lost?
Benighted me thinking fast and hard
I fear to lose my compose
Sense, come find me fast.

How did this happen?
A paralysing thought.

Was it a trap or it is just me?

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Fleeting Epiphanies


She could have been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been someone there to shoot her every minute of her life.


Busy, muddled up in my mess,
is it a good thing or bad one ?
a question I'm trying to construe
sometimes I know it ain't right,
something else needs my focus too,
I'm reading all the wrong pages,
maybe traversing all wrong stages,
all my fancies, capricious they are,
when I go to sleep  I realize it,
then a new day begins anew with,
fleeting reasons and epiphanies.

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