Silence

this is no poem

the love and lust of language

lies buried

between the lines

leaving behind traces of better times

the words unravel

at the tip of my tongue

at the edge of my thought

and I sink deeper

into a silent sea

where the calm is the storm.

#101DaysofPoetry Day 8

Halves

I am one whole of a half

All but one

and then some

Between a cozy oblivion

and a searing chaos

I am what you call

A piecemeal person

This patchwork persona

is my design

A cannibal with a conscience

and an uncertain taste

I taste of contradictions

The twin flavours

of love and loss

A shifting gaze

that finds stories

yet unresolved

And voices that speak

more and less

than what you hear

I am, it seems

both the ruler and the ruled

I lead, by example

my rebellious tools

And hold my own

in this no-man’s land

As long as I can.

#101DaysofPoetry Day 7

To Be

Unreasonable

Can you feel the power of this word?

Erecting electrical fences that spell out in crimson red

“TILL HERE AND NO FURTHER”

When you spread your wings wide

And prepare for the flight

Not knowing that your feet are glued

To a very ‘reasonable’ ground

Growing roots so thick that might suffocate a poor life

But ‘Unimaginable’, now that’s your word

As it rolls off your lips and the tip of your tongue

Dancing within your cavernous mouth

Up and down and up and down

Can you taste the adrenaline yet?

It is the wingless flight high above those fences

It is the mad dance of feet reclaiming the empty roads

It is Life, spelled out in crimson red

A thousand reasons to live

Versus one burning desire to be

#101DaysofPoetry Day 3

#NowPlaying Gloria by Umberto Tozzi

Disquiet

This is another page
in the book of disquiet

the trembling reaches the hand
before the first word
and Fancy drags it away
from the paper
to draw winds and wants
on the curves of dry air

my skin absorbs the dryness
and with every bend
I hear the cracks
from somewhere deep inside

what is it that breaks
that wasn't already broken?

maybe the deluge I hold back
dried up and seeped into the bloodstream

if writers do bleed in words
I have bled too often
too little, perhaps

fate draws me up

with a free hand

maybe there is nothing left to comprehend

somebody forgot to mention
how comfortable ignorance could be

Search

The mind is a fickle master

Who tires as much from reality

As it does from thoughts

Light as air

Heavy as lead

It bears a load too great

Too willingly

Too shy , too desperate to share

Often, I offer her rest

In the dregs of a glass

"Go to your happy place", I tell her

"Forget those faces

And the smell of air hanging heavy 

With forgotten songs

Forget the taste of words you no longer speak

And the sting that waxes and wanes."

"Instead, dive deep into the dark abyss

And hold your breath.

With unblinking eyes, find the new life

And claim it 

Before you catch up with yourself."

At the far end of things

I will let her unravel

And find herself.

Run

The only problem in running away
Is you never know
Where you are headed

The world opens its gaping mouth
To swallow you whole
And you don't feel a thing

Does it matter
As long as you put distance
In between
What was and what would have been

The only questions that sting
Ask how much farther does one
Need to run

You wonder about the famed escape
Or if it's only the journey
The process of escaping
That matters

Will I taste freedom in all my limbs
And, intoxicated
Make love to one and all and him

Or will I feel its first sting
When the little scrawls on the page
Reveal one that once answered to "I"

Maybe find a footing
In this tragic circus of life.

The trick, perhaps, is to not let your soul take roots
Just in case you need
To run again.




#NowPlaying

Knowing

The door opens with an easy laugh
That is how I welcome you in
Notice the fresh paint
The walls smile, don't they?
Step closer and you will see
A thousand different stories
Hanging in the air
Take your pick of these gems
And you can begin to understand
My own beginnings and ends.

This is what I choose to show you
But this is not all of what I am.

If you linger in this freshness
From moments to months
Chances are, I will make you stay
Find ways and means
To build bridges and barricades

And when, on reckless nights
Down, way down we go
Into the wilderness
Into the promising depths
Where walls and words both crumble
And the rage of forgotten thoughts
Pulls at those buried within you
You might not recognise me
Though I hope that you might know me.

But know, that this
Is what I choose to show you
And yet, this is not all of what I am.



#NowPlaying

Loose Words

And when the words on the page start fitting in together
You let your stray fingers
Comb through the tangled threads
Of meanings and memories
And voices
Condensed in space and time
Within the curves and confines
Of simple, over-used words
And you breathe in the life that was
When you said that word out loud
The last, the very last time.

You shrink back into your old self
And look at your old life
With new eyes
And with hands, that still tremble
At every pull of needle
Its silver length cutting through the crimson abyss
And stitching cliffs back into shape
You let loose words to fill the air once again.


#NowPlaying

Happenings

What happens when the heart no longer craves
For what was lost
Doesn't look up at the sky
Thinking if this would be the same shade of blue
Twinkling in his eyes
Doesn't catch words from conversations
And conjure stray stories
Doesn't look back with a silent sigh of longing
Through closed doors
Betting a lifetime on what-ifs

What it does instead, is unclench itself
As it looks away from the dark silent doors and into the light
Blinded and unable to see two-feet ahead
It takes a thousand and one swift steps
Leaving behind a smile for old time's sake
As memories rip it open one last time

What happens when a heart finds itself in a free fall again
I tell you, it decides to beat again.





Note: This song explains the mood. My latest obsession - Leonard Cohen.

Crave

In Hell

All is well

Or so they say

Not that they can tell

Anyway

For the day is no darker

Than yesterday

Or the day before

When the static horizons

Fenced in

Inflected in-curiosity

And hushed the silence

Into a conspiracy

Against the better judgement

Of my better half

In Heaven

All is well

Or so I say

You’ll do better

Than believe deflected words

And blurred lines

Or run after

The forbidden fruit

That my words crave