Thursday, October 3, 2013

Saturday, September 28, 2013

WARMTH

A strange warm dizzy feeling envelops me as I see him build himself to go back..to go back and face the world. A strange fire spreads across my limbs and burns in my stomach, churning and giddying. Always wanting more from a world that doesn’t exist, always wanting to belong to a place that can never be reached. A fantasy that slips through those long sweaty fingers which dig deep into the cushions of an unbearable reality.

"Why do we fall Bruce? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up."

Fallen in a pit of deep sorrow, one that beckons you gently and traps you enticingly to stay and make you want to never leave the comfort of the warm solace that darkness brings, warmth that deceives you, warmth that only makes you shiver.

The warmth of conviction can never said but only felt. That frenzy between your eyes, the fire to sustain, the need to stay above, even with your feet kicking aimlessly below, can only be born out of strife and pain, one that is endured even without a face of hope.

It spreads through me, bowing its head low before rising high above and towering over all else. A bow mistaken for submission and defeat but one must lose in order to win. One must fall in order to fly. 

WAITING

Tapping my feet
Drumming my fingers
Anxiously looking around
For signs of a future
Happening that will never come
The hair is thrown back again into a bun

The frozen hand refuses to move
Around the time which never stays
Flickering lights
Anxious stares
Crawling up into space
Am just writing Shit
I don't care
Because all that I was
is all I ll ever be
and now its all gone into the wind
carried away with the dried flowers and leaves
I'm trying to sound elegant,oh would just listen please?
but all I want to do is
just get the words to come out
Stuff them up with feelings
season them with tears
polish them with obscurity
and present it like a dish
of that terrible fish that can never be understood
Yes its Sylvia Plath's expression that I have put to use
Hold up a mirror and see
See past the melancholic look in your eyes
Can you see the ugly fat lie?
or can you see beautiful gardens that u painted in your mind's eye?
It is not what you seek but what you desire
But is not what you desire what you seek?
then the world would be happy wouldn't it not?
Since happiness is what we seek?
But alas my dear, no, you're mistaken coz it is the truth that we desire

A blissful moment ruined by reason
A terrible attempt to capture and behold
For eternity we say
But who will ever know an eternity if we all aren't here to stay?

A friendly smile
A graceful hug
And protective pat
And a humble bow

Fate moves you through
Tugging you along paths you never knew
Steps on you when you soar
Pushes you up when you lag

A wonderful rainbow you see
Up above the world so high
There are no diamonds in the sky

Just scattered memories to bear
Consolations of solace

We need and we have but we want and we want
But never shall we receive more than what we shall need

A poor man once said
The rich belong to the dead
The poor man did die
But of diseases that can never be seen by the eye

The mind plagues all
Playing deceiving tricks
It is all a sleight of hand
Illusions created to help us stand
In this crowd of misery
Insignificant and small
A small tiny speck
That is all
You ever were and ever will be

In a sea of souls which float,
Ebb and flow according to His will
But He is a mere witness
Who blinks occasionally

Some shine some glow
Yet others darken as they grow
But all a part of this ocean
Tiny drops of flesh and blood
Floating above
Waiting to be born
Waiting to move on
Waiting as the sun and moon to see each other's face
Waiting for their curses,boons and
Their cures and they soon
Will move
But will be back again in the same loop
Always waiting to move
But never moving
Always waiting..
And waiting...
And waiting...........