Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Fog

The fog
that hides reality
The fog
that's used to blind me.. impenetrable as a concrete wall...
The fog
that doesn't let me through

Heavy clouds
weighing me down
disorienting the life i knew

encircling me
my vision is blocked
I'm trapped in crystallized dew

words of hope, are but empty bitter phrases
those i knew, are now blank masked faces
with bright mocking stars, there will be no rain

the fog
i know has won again

Friday, December 05, 2008


It's days like these when I'm high on a divine concoction of cough syrups and Panadol CFs, I would prefer not to talk to people and blurt out things i shouldn't have!
And its days like these when i wonder why!
Why did i let myself get attached to anyone and then sit back calmly to see them leave...infact helped them to move out and move on with their lives because I could not be ..did not be..or didn't want to be the person they wanted me to be.

Perhaps I'm too numb now to feel at this point. Maybe when my body gets immune to these meds and they stop messing with my head..will i know how it feels to let go so easily...

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tum un pe dekho to chal ke

Jab raton mai... tujhe neend na aye
Aur jab logon mai...tera dil ghabraye
to tum khud hi se poocho
kiun mere rastay hain uljhay....

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


How is it that those we love

Are those we hurt the most

Why is it so easy for them to disappoint

But so hard to make us proud

What makes us so impossible to please?

What makes us so tough to understand?

So unrelenting and severe it may seem

But its the expectations that we have...

That only the strongest survives

Will they have the eye to judge that I am unconditional?

or will they too begin to wonder why this is a part of their lives

Saturday, November 15, 2008

held up high on a breakable thread

Held up high on a breakable thread
Whats to be done ..What's to be said
It's all unknown ... Its all fogged up!!

Another one of my crazy Paint renditions

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

My walls

The closest i can get to graffitti-ing my bedroom walls
Im not sane-seriously!


You are a mystery,
like a folded paper...
A letter one doesnt pry into just out of being polite

Yet i can see,
some of the writing
because the paper is fragile
or my gaze...too intent.

* The 'whats' answered, the 'who' remains! *


There are times when i wanna grab the boldest and loudest markers and scrawl all over my bedroom walls. Graffitti, poems, all that i think.
But all that goes on im my head doesnt fit into my world.

I wanna write a poem but i dont have an axis, i wanna scrawl the walls but they are all painted green, i feel like going up to the roof and singing, but theres a mellowness in my heart that i cant explain

each thought is distinct, yet too scattered to be linked, like shards of broken individuality in its ownself yet disconnected from its purpose.

Its rather strange...not being able to do what you want to, when you want to. And later looking back to the rose tinted past and wondering if i had, but theres no denying the hollow feeling.

writing was my source of happiness, my raging expressions behind the composed facade of my being...but i cant seem to write what i feel anymore. Suffocation!! :(

Sunday, June 22, 2008