All the Children, All Insane.

Wondering who picked the color of grey streets

We walked infinitely, submerged inwards

Generations back, they called us poor thinkers

We wondered and pondered and unearthed

What made the once graceful nights lethargic

They don’t grasp the full moon anymore

As we march aimless, our hands spread wildly

Some of us dancing to the vibration in train tracks

I question the sanity of the land around

Well-oiled flesh suits running amok

Hearts so weak and the souls trapped

I show them the rising hair on the back of my neck

I’m labelled disabled, they snatch my heart away

I wasn’t careful; I let it dangle on my sleeve

My friends help me, only a few times

The night is expanding its arms tightly now

It’s quiet and I can smell her grip

My love is unspoken and buried, I try to give up

So I create a world to touch the blissful

*Jolted suddenly by this ghostly beauty

With sun in her skin so deep

Flowing red hair glistening, I almost weep

She has taken my hands softly

As she whispers feathery notes in my ear

 “You and me ? You, inexplicable lover. We’re rare.”

I stare intently with no intentions

I am lost, I am the breeze, I am the silence*

My friends are still rhythmically moving

 Now they sing too

“When the music’s over, turn out the lights”

And it’s too late, too late

So we wonder again

How to be insane

In a world so tragically sane.

Feels of Time and Me.

Are you still looking to be friends with time?

Discovering home was always in your heart?

Might be on the streets you once tasted the dust

Could be the boring toy you fiddled with

Inside her hair, hidden from your curiosity

Remember the mud pouch you found the worms in

How brutally refreshing the rain was

As I wander around the memories clueless

I see a compelling authenticity

Moments holding ages, captured in my fist

Growing up was never your forte

It was honest compulsion, a way of nature

A product of habit, bordering the extremes

Hey mother, when did you get the creases on forehead?

Father, when did we stop singing together?

Time has made me learn to not count breaths

Just feeling them is enough

Distances which help me dream and imagine

All that I could never speak

An entire world slips away from you

To arrive in a new one, absorb!

Mortality was always a gift

Takes a lifetime to grasp it

I thought solitude was the answer

But we came here to love

That will always be our purpose

Breathing in the enormity of these feelings

I don’t question the intensity anymore

Farewells will always be gut wrenching

Don’t question the human in you,

Love defines overwhelming

Let it consume you willingly

Time has a limited track for us

It is fair in an unfair way

Again I lose myself in the memories

And I discover you all

And I discover me.

Subservient

I'm not a river you can drown into,
not a stone either to help you.
I might be a speck of cloud in the sky,
bursting my veins to keep you calm.
Sometimes, when I speak the truth
Those are the days you are deaf.
Pretense will help you but not me
This universe could not accept
The idea of  'Always'.

We All Know But Don’t.

Peeping out of the cigarette stain

Ruminating its thoughtful discard

Habit wasn’t how he would define her

She was one of those infinitely long train journeys

His unfocused gaze morphing shapes in thin air

Ending up as her face

She could be anything he saw

Do you see how blind the situation is?

He could not.

Talk he could, till exhaustion

Searching the wonder which

Vanished as the start of a dream

Connections he felt, on surface

Depth was already taken

Carving the name on pages

Oddly satisfying his urges

There would be no books he would write

He won’t share her with the world

Do you see how beautiful the writing was?

He could not.

I saw him born and raised

So many moons he wasted

Devouring the words, no outlet

Brown pages to smell

Grey thoughts to paint

So he wrote her a thousand pages

He asked me kindly

“I don’t see her anywhere

You tell her, be the messenger

Tell her, I write to you”

How could I, silence is my gift

Reconcile when your dreams shift

I be the messenger?

I could not.