Friday, December 28, 2007

In Retospect

When you look back in retrospect
Remember hindsight is always perfect

You've broken vows,now you repent
Cry over time you've ill-spent
Regret the choices that you made
Curse the places where you stayed
Rue the sights that you have seen
And how reckless you have been

You wish you knew better then
But stop!... and think again-
You loved every spontanious act!
Don't deny it! It is a fact.

Junkie

"Shit happens!" you say. "And sometimes it's better
Not to let the pain and hurt register."

You lose yourself in smoky inhumanity,
But grass isn't greener on the other side of sanity.

Weeds have long since turned ur dreams to hash,
And all that's left of them is scattered ash.

But you refuse to admit, with stubborn indignation,
That your life's just one long hallucination.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

For Mama

Behold me not as the little girl
That I once used to be
But as the woman I have become
Whence life's counsel has wisened me

Behold not the childish face
That betrays a shred of innocence
But the woman's eyes that are alight
With worldly intelligence

Behold not the the child i was
Nor my adolescent years
But the sum of all that my life has been
With my triumphs and my fears

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Social Butterfly

Centre of attention
Star of every one's eyes
Your pedestal is so so tall
That you can touch the skies

You're physically attractive
You're mentally alert
When anybody needs advice
You're always the expert

Life of every dance floor
Chief of the party tribe
Sober even after all
The booze that you imbibe

You're popular and in demand
Your smile is on page three
An entourage follows you around
Like a celebrity

But the more your fan adore you
The less human you stay
You wake up one morn and realize
You've thrown your life away

Your sister's getting married
And you should be elated
But you're embarrassed to admit
Plain-Jane and you're related

Your wardrobe's overflowing
With pricey designer tags
Friend dont make you as happy
As new Vuitton handbags

The labrador who loves you
is no longer your friend
While a Gucci-clad chihuahua
Makes you the latest trend

You get more Premiere invites
Than you'd ever need
Life's one long blockbuster
And you're playing the lead

But the movie's in fast-forward
Too late to hit rewind
The folks who really matter
Have all been left behind

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Moonlit Mist Woman


Nebulous,
Pale,
A veil.

Soft,
Flowing,
Glowing.

Opaline,
Irridescent,
Incandescent.

Wispy,
Curling,
Swirling.

Balmy,
Healing.

Concealing.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Dripping Eaves,Dripping Leaves

The rain beats down like a hundred hooves
On rows and rows of shingled roofs
As the grey canopy of swirling clouds
Drapes the world in melancholy's shroud

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The drumroll on the roof is steady
The rising scent is a heady
Mix of smells that tell the story
Of Nature in her carnal glory

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The peacock's orgasmic mating cry
Syncopated with the moaning sky
Pulsates through the living grey
As they await the close of day

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Onset of the stormy night
Flashes of ecstatic light
Lay bare the skin and lust
Of bodies made from Natures dust

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Throbbing pace reaches its peak
The strongest wills turned weak
And they lie entwined beneath covers
Two consummated lovers

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The rain beats on
Subsiding just ere dawn
Sunshine trickles in
Oblivious to their sin

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The rain first waters the virgin bud
Then leaves a dangerous flood
Of remorse for an illegitimate bed
Shared before the twain were wed

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Home Is Where the Heart Is.

I left my home, my family
And went to a place
Where I found a real family
And my own little space.

Then I returned to my house
Where I had family, and a friend
Around every bend...

But I longed to go back...

To that sacred place,
To that family and space.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Plastic Smiles

I'm tired of pretending to be happy when i'm not.
I seem to be losing everything that I've got.
Rejected, unwanted,
My dreams are haunted
By the madness in my life
And internal strife
That's killing me for years.
I'm bleeding silent tears,
Of hatred and regret.
How can i forget
Broken vows, shattered dreams?
I hear the screams
Echo in my head
Of hateful things that people said.
Deafening silence,suffocating air
Of the world that doesn't care.
I hate my life yet must I live
In a place I can't forgive
For all the pain it has inflicted.
Snatches of happines restricted
To plastic smiles in album pages
That veil the tears of ages...
Pretending to be happy when I'm not
Losing everything I've got.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Just For Vriti

Roomies in 1st year,you and me
New to our life in NID
And already,time to say goodbye
A year gone past in the blink of an eye
Days of tears and days of pleasure,
Memories i'll forever treasure.

Fallin asleeep,watchin' flicks
Late at night,gettin our kicks
Eatin' Doritos,biscuits,cheese,
Chocolate paste and warm coffees,
Dryin' our laundry,makin' our beds,
Rubbin' oil on each-other's heads,
Trudgin' up till the fourth floor,
Kantabai hammerin' on our door,
You loved makin' the room look snazzy
Your soft board was always jazzy,
Magazines,clothes,random books
Stuff hangin' on all the hooks,
Rack with no more place for shoes,
Waitin' for holidays,(waitin' for booze?)
Discipline form,jury prep,
Fourth floor students' rep.

Bein' roomies rocked, beacuse of you
Thank you girl for just bein you!

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

...endless words... no actions

... conversation... jabbber,jabber,jabber... talk... dialogue... "uh huh?"... sermon... monologue... bragging... "hmm"... nastiness... language... mutter... vocal... disagreement... argument... speak... think aloud... "ah ha!"... say... opinion... "and?"... words... speech... discussion... blabber... vocabulary... utter... suggest... blah,blah,blah... "hmph!"... articulate... rumor... oration... yak,yak,yak... whisper... "then?"... "er..."... mumble... debate... verbal volleyball... narrate... gossip... voice...etc.,etc.,etc....

Monday, April 2, 2007

Silent Night

No waking soul for miles around.
The neighbours slept through the awful sound
Of shattering beer bottles in the bar
And a lovers' quarrel gone too far...

"Get some sleep,it's getting late"
"Shut up,bitch, your nap can wait!"

He cornered her, he pushed her down
Then stripped her of her cringing gown
And ravaged her with blatant hate
Because she said it was getting late ...

She screamed for help but no one heard
A kitchen knife, a crimson beard
Cigarette burns and tangled hair
Stale alcohol reeking in the air.

A man must always have his way,
Or else,what will the neighbours say?

Her Nemesis was cold and violent.
The neighbours said the night was silent.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Home Is A Place Where...

Home is a place where
I see more sickness than health

Home is a place where
I'm not allowed to sleep in my own bed

Home is a place where
My desk no longer houses my books

Home is a place where
My cupboard is filled with another's belongings

Home is a place where
My place at the table is where others dine

Home is a place where
People no longer understand me

Home is just a house
Where there's no room for me anymore.