Albeit; the venom in your heart

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When you think,

you are alone;

when the world seems,

a measly stone.

I will be there;

 all along,

albeit;

you are strong.

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Turn to ash!!

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A dingy, dark room;

filled with smoke.

Empty beer bottles lay beside.

A lip caressed cigarette,

burns bit by bit;

turns to ash and dies out.

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A Suicider’s Plight

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The night was fresh,

with sparks of gray.

Life seemed impossible,

yet it seemed worth it;

worthy enough, to give it a try.

There was a turmoil,

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World – just a game

The world is a game

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Something tickles down the nerves,

with a few shock like waves,

it drives the soul away.

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The night, when life was sucked out…

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One night, I had a mental block or in my context you can simply put it as a writer’s block, that means that point of time you know when you actually don’t know that you really know something.  That was the night when I decided I should pen down my thoughts, so that I read it the next day when my brain gets back its life in order to sit back and analyze the points I make when my brain is not functioning properly. Continue reading

What’s kept in a name?

Am I being weird? Is it just me?

For those, who have no idea about my existence, let me tell you I am an individual who at times keeps mum and the next min talks non stop. I know, that doing this alone doesn’t make me weird but yes the crappy little things that I blabber does put me in the list of being a little weird.

The other day I was with a colleague of mine and all of a sudden I asked, what if humans were named like fruits and fruits had our names.  I mean, I know that i am not being funny here, it may sound bland and stupid and it does but the point here is why the hell do I get such thoughts? I started calling everybody with names (suggested by me). Miss B, became Miss Pomegranate, Mr. S became Mr Orange. Miss. A became Miss. Raisin and Mr. N became Mr Watermelon. The best part is that Most of them responded well to their new names, that is even more than their originals.

This one brings me to the highest level of cracking poor jokes, I guess. But it only makes me think, how does it matter? After all, What’s kept in a name?

P.S – I like to blabber all unnecessary things, that might get stretched or sound boring. But I am this way, do bear with it if you can.

Perception

You wither with time,

faces flip.

When you look inside,

the soul slips.

Changes are momentary,

the basics are fixed.

The corroded brain of yours,

insides, all sipped.

A glass of wine,

or a pint of rum,

gushes down smooth.

and you see a world,

not so true.

The world perceived,

is where I belong.

The world perceived

belongs in you.

Rising from the Ash

Life a Compliance,

call it an agreement.

Abstaining and refraining from its end.

and Juxtaposing a Clock.

Clock,

exhausted and drained at heart.

Resolute and determined,

at the surface.

Gyrating, twirling and swiveling,

more like a wheel.

Or is it a Phoenix,

that rises from its ash?

The Smile!!

Colossal structure,

perhaps a contraption,

like a wheel,

whirling and swiveling.

Not a hamlet,

but a locale, deserted.

Mortals bellowing all about.

Afar awaited something,

something mystifying,

a sanctuary or perhaps a shrine.

Holy Cross with a benevolent smile.

Abrupt gaping of the ingress ,

kind of dismayed.

Macabre or a human,

ghastly and scary,

stitching and sewing a carcass,

staring with an eerie smile.

Poem’s background – A dream put together in words.

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Shhhhh……

Its difficult to explain…

how they say,

‘silence speak a million words’,

I swear to find it, something sharp…

a knife a blade or a sword.

silence sounds creepy,

I aint no more sleepy,

I luv the silent screechy  sounds!

I crave to cry out loud,

and  lay my head on the ground.

You say I am a child,

You sure  have lost your mind.

things are no more same,

its a  part of  game,

If you win, I am at shame.

I Lose and

you win it all.

I can hear the silence,

I hear my call.