The flame flickers on
and dances, filling
the room with life.
Nothing that keeps
me intrested.
I make shadowy
figurines on the walls.
Birds, a dog, an ox.
Still my mind
keeps propping up
images of you.
Come back into my life.
Its lonely down here.
Though filled with light
it may seem,without you
am always in darkness.
Monday, February 19, 2007
DOWNSIDE UP!! ;-) (POEM)

The moustache record long
falls over my eyes,
and the red
it gushes down
filling in the hollows.
And i sight feet!!
with fancy footwear
and without...
Distinguished
by toenail dirt.
Its a good thing though
i cant see the faces...
It could be worse.
But i await in patience
for the real reason
i turned the world around
and lo!!
My breath control
it looses its hold.
mini-skirted she passes by.
living dead (poem)
Slash with a knife.
Thy wounds wnt heal.
Burn it red
and stab thy heart.
Feel no pain.
Feel no sorow.
Give in to pleasure.
Beat it to hell.
Weep with joy.
Being dead whilst alive.
Thy wounds wnt heal.
Burn it red
and stab thy heart.
Feel no pain.
Feel no sorow.
Give in to pleasure.
Beat it to hell.
Weep with joy.
Being dead whilst alive.
EDGE OF REASON (poem)
She eyes
the intricate tracery:
slender transparent inner-wrist.
Mulls over a second
but doesnt wanna give
any headway to thought.
Bosom heaving.
Due not to fear.
Due more to thrill.
an addiction
so intense,
couldnt care less.
The sharp silvery steel
gleams with pride.
places, marks, swipes.
Painlessly, like
warm knife on butter.
She closes her eyes,
visualises instead.
The free flow.
electrified she feels.
The shame escapes
and drowns in ecstasy.
the intricate tracery:
slender transparent inner-wrist.
Mulls over a second
but doesnt wanna give
any headway to thought.
Bosom heaving.
Due not to fear.
Due more to thrill.
an addiction
so intense,
couldnt care less.
The sharp silvery steel
gleams with pride.
places, marks, swipes.
Painlessly, like
warm knife on butter.
She closes her eyes,
visualises instead.
The free flow.
electrified she feels.
The shame escapes
and drowns in ecstasy.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
THINKING OF YOU(POEM)
Am marooned on an island.
No food.
No drink.
No shelter.
No boat.
No friends.
No hope.
I will die if
I don’t think of something
I start thinking of you.
No food.
No drink.
No shelter.
No boat.
No friends.
No hope.
I will die if
I don’t think of something
I start thinking of you.
Stupid cupid

Stupid cupid
Just two days to valentine’s and I get up in the morning and brush my teeth and look in the mirror and fall in love with myself.
(Such good looks
Awesome style
Absolute master jokes
Am the best
Even if I say so myself)
I leave for college and I sense a feeling of euphoria…so much as such I wana cry out loud till the feeling mellows down. I walk down the road and greet everyone with a smile…even old mrs.subbalaxmi who looks me down with disgust. But do I care…hardly matters. As for valentine’s it makes me no shit of a difference. At the most I will buy me something and gift wrap it and maybe even scream with surprise when I open it…haha…that’s when I spot her coming from the opposite side…my thoughts switch off and my smile withers away. Somewhere deep down my heart starts beating real fast. I think of changing lanes but it happens so sudden I find myself in front of her. Surprisingly she waits to talk…
“Hey how’s you?? Long time!!!” says she.
And me just smiles staring at what once belonged to me. I can smell her even when she’s a good arm’s distance away and she does smell like heaven (miss sleeping in her arms). Her silken hair still flows like crazy in all directions in the wind and I so wana run my hands through it. Good god up there!!! I look into her eyes and fall in love again though have strictly prohibited my heart from ever doing so. The memories of the aftermath of the breakup are still fresh in my mind and in some way I still sometimes feel overtly spiteful.
“Ahem”
“Well ya am doin fine…howz you been??”,I ask though I have not even the slightest intention of knowing how great her life has been after me.
“My life is just kinda moving on…not much happening…and i….”
I interrupt and ask knowing well enough that the answer would burn my heart, “What’s you doing for valentine’s??”
She looks me in the eye and smiles “I do miss you sometimes”, that’s all she says and she leaves.
I watch her go. She doesn’t turn back. That smile is gona haunt me for the rest of my life.
I will miss you all the time. And then I walk slowly back to college looking around…a world where love exists and still cannot!!
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