Home
Too many faces Too many hearts Concerted affections Wired encircled Looped and relooped and yet The sheer cavitisation The vacuum of sorts The insulation of emotions because Home is home.
Only if it were a happy world..
Habitual of beginning all her write-ups with a conditional clause, almost obsessively every time, Sia sat holding her laptop in her lap (no pun implied),wrote ‘Only if it were a happy world..’ ,almost blank, desperately looking at the ceiling, the occasional glances aimed at the much needed inspiration. The pattern had become almost a month
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Why?!
With? A debris of emotions And wreckage of thoughts A rubble of incidents And dregs of pasts Which? Refuse to fragment Continue to rot Accumulate to pile on For? Forsaken feelings Deserted dreams Abandoned ambitions Disowned destinations Why?!
Dream or nightmare?
A dream ricocheting along the subconscious A recurring eventuality in the past An unfulfilled expectation A built up lacking conclusion An entangled memory of confused sentimentality A missing resolution A pervasive vexation A silent pursuer An eerie escape A nightmare.
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May be
May be I should go back a little, take a few steps back May be it was better yesterday, yes yesterday it was I may have crossed a line again, invisible they always are I may have flipped the pages too quickly, in eagerness or urgency I may have read the signs wrong, signs they
Redundant poetry
Holding the pen at two in the morning Thoughts convolute at the fag end of the mind Dots refuse to join Fingers quiver in weary exhaustion Eyes wander in desperate amazement Blank sheets Redundant poetry And the same realization Given it all Too early Already.
Between Tisya and Me (2)
I: Hi Tisya ! Tisya : There’s a bad news bua.. I: Oh! What happened? Tisya : You know! Earlier.. I mean, many many years ago gurgaon was a jungle.. no, half jungle and animals used to live here but now people are cutting houses and making buildings.. I: Cutting houses? Tisya : O.. no
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Between Tisya and Me (1)
I: Hello Tisya: Hello buaaaaa.. What happened bua? I: I am not well Tisya Tisya: Why are u not well? I : It is the weather Tisya Tisya: Ummmmm.. what is weather? I : The days are too hot Tisya.. my throat is not fine.. Tisya: Do u mean there is a lot of smoke?
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Is it something?
Something is broken That nerve damaged perhaps That verve forgotten Something eludes me Something very significant. It returns in phases, I can see It can see me I can’t keep it Or does it prefer to flee.. Everything is turning hazy It is growing inside me This persistent vacillation And unmistakable circumvention. I am not