Friday, 29 June 2012
An Unsung Strain
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Gauge My Addiction
Monday, 19 July 2010
The door is only half shut
One after the other
Do we shut the door or wait
It's been a while now
It's been a while now
We still haven't heard from you
The mail box is empty
Your images are fading from our memory
Your images are fading from our memory
Your families are no more into us
They don't ring us or check on us like before
We miss you now like never before
We miss you now like never before
We pulled out the dusty photo-albums to relive moments with you
How do we get in touch
To what address do we post a letter
To what address do we post a letter
The mailman tells us no letter will get to you
We keep awake day and night, not to miss the doorbell
The telephone has gone quiet too
The telephone has gone quiet too
We don't take it off the hook for you to ring us
Why don't you call or write to us
Don't you care no more
Don't you care no more
Don't our tears and pouts melt your hearts no more
Don't you worry about us being alone no more
Are you no more curious about the new pals we make
Are you no more curious about the new pals we make
Some do hurt us you know
But then you hadn't warned us
Why didn't you tell us when you left
Why didn't you tell us when you left
Like we always did when out to play and meet friends and even work
That was your rule, not ours
You have violated every rule you had set
You have violated every rule you had set
We no more know what you want
And we hence decided to be cross with you and the world
We still are cross but no more angry
The door is only half shut...
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Every time you say fairies don't exist you kill YOURS!!!
Unlike Tinkerbell she takes no credit for her magical spells. Fairy dust is all over me but she still thinks I am unaware she is the one. She has a hand full of chores, she juggles them with great ease and thinks it's no big deal.
It was her! She was gentle, her smile was cherubic. She harboured me. I was unsure as I leaned on, if I weighed more than she could bear. But she couldn't be bothered if it was so. She wanted to do more. More with no pretences.
Outside my room I hear her wings flutter to take off to Neverland probably... to bring back more fairy dust or to swish her wand to make wishes come alive. She can hide as much as she likes from me but I know for a fact she is "Neenabell" the fairy.
Saturday, 24 April 2010
'We' belong to the stars in the sky
Our successes never celebrated by them
Our slips under their lens
I wanted to belong there
He wanted away from them
War of words spiralled out
Neither was convinced by the other
He stuck to his say
And I to mine
He disapproved my efforts to belong
They disapproved his ways of life
I disapproved their judgements of him
Saga of our futile attempts of 'to belong or not to belong'
We took one another to task
We can't stand eye to eye
Why can't you
Why should I
We walked away to be at peace, far away to the horizon
To gaze at our two stars in the distant sky
But his hand was in mine now, my head on his shoulder
When had we walked away from each other? Where did we come together?
I didn't want to belong anymore
Their mind games failed to get me now
Our mind games began to get them now!!
Phew! or what? I chuckle these days.
In a new light
A: "Chicken pox is life changing... things are going to change for you."
Saturday, 24 October 2009
I Mark time
You are not around, you are not mine anymore
The pranks we pulled, the secrets we shared
All seem to have vanished
Those games we played and the bruises you gave
Have been closer to me than memories of greater life events
I look at them with love of a glorious childhood we had together
Those fights weren’t fights those hate spats weren’t hatred
But love in retrospect
And today the bruises you have given me
Though not carnal are deeper than all scars I bear
But they hurt me, they sting me
Your silence and your untraceable thoughts kill me
I am scared to love else and I may soon forget to trust
There was bearing in every look of yours, I felt safe then but vulnerable today
Today I tremble at a future staring at me
I hide behind every bend but I am spotted
Our separateness speak volumes of your absence
I cry and cry and cry and with a misty pair of eyes look for you
I grope for your hands I was entrusted into
I don’t feel them, I can’t reach them and I fall
In hope you’ll be back to help me up
And I touch the scar under my chin from that old fight of ours
And console a cheerless self that you’ll be back
Before the winter passes...