I erased the orange light painted it eerily blue outlines of the birds flew into me wheels stopped in wasteland yet I found a tree birds scattered into nowhere but returned and gathered near me in such a place of quietude they too fell silent we watched the fading light and drowsily fell asleep
when sands came from all sides all of us were buried alive.
"if you come and dig now, you will discover the fossilized we."
renewed in the springs of March my new avatar is but a shadow of my previous one I prefer it this way a plastic smile doesn't fail me mechanical motion is good for the soul real and virtual merge at a point I grin at the nonsensical things somewhere in the falsified life I feel a tremulous breeze blowing which wraps around me engulfs this avatar, strips it bare leaves me with the older version I fall in love with myself yet again Isn't March great to be a birth month?
a single word rests in the shade another follows it, standing at a distance after a while both come closer one by one words come out them I catch each one place on a paper juggling around I get a poem not something original yet not a copy it is something like a magician conjures out of nowhere it seems to everyone yet it had been there right under their nose thus the words have always been there only a few gave them semblance of order I don't claim to be one of those but for a poet I don't do too bad
you too come, catch a few a words do make them memorable in poetry of stew it ought to be relished by all not just a few
song is but a joy illogically I sing offkey on my birthday today
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Today it is my birthday. I had looked forward of it being the best one of my life but that didn't happen. So what? I can still celebrate it, can't I? I will gift myself with some jewellery, I am hankering after. Another pair of Platinum studs and of course, books. What else should I buy? I wouldn't mind suggestions.
my magenta bed cover mocks me. my turquoise night wear clashes with that. I fumble on the mattress and let mists of sleep block me out nightly shadows cast furtive glances on the mirror
when morning sounds wake me up the sun looks down on me fern on my window too mocks me magenta turns to maroon gold I stare at it unseeingly. misty tears trickle fast and furious. I am stuck with my closed plans how do I open them now?
when you threw me from the sky you didn't even allow me a parachute but I landed on moss which cushioned my body but a sharp piece of glass pierced me
that shard underneath my skin dissociated pain from my weary mind when I removed that glass my sluggish pulse raced ahead I only see the blood dripping
I wipe it with a rag also brush away the debris in the midst of it all I search for my heart to put it back in the place
only a hole is left there, where there used to be my heart absentmindedly I admire the neatness of it thinking, you made it or I?
I hug myself shutting everything out- the pain is massive tearing into my guts- my arms around myself hold me tight so as to I don't fall apart. I squeeze my eyes tight, tearless I stay
why did I ever think I could hold on to something which was never mine in the first place?
that ache will be there a long time yet I will stand upright as my arms won't let me down
I relish that tea you made me each sip filled with your love as I watch the far away clouds, I listen to the imaginary rumble of rains time spent with you is always sacred I cherish those moments again and again it amazes me each time I visit you your memory is as sharp as ever your frail frame belies the strength that is you and I know as long as you are there I will be cossetted in your love
"when I finally get up to go home, my thoughts are, if only our grandparents lived forever"
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This goes out for my 95 year old maternal grandmother. She might be frail but she is a force to be reckoned with. I have been thinking of her a lot and this came out those thoughts...
