Thursday, June 26, 2014

lucid dream

In one of the lucid-dream
I was sailing
through blue waves
of water
like  in dream
like in reality.  

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

never ending tales of hands

This never ending tales of hands, hands that couldn't rest 
to make more memories on the ground of our skin 
from where we used to see the light of sky,

I never wished you did 

oh ! you are fading away 
deeply into the winter of lies 
it's so cold there
that you hibernate forever 

and in that never ending tales of  my hands, 
you will be frozen by time
where your ice will never melt.

chasing the time.

It won't be the same.
Because you won't be the same. 
Time was neither you nor me

But if we could stop time for once  
and be able to look at us twice; 
you being you, me being me 
again- you being me, me being you
perhaps, it all would remain the same. 

oh.. if we could stop.....
stop that fastly flying time !

simple war

and out from the woolen threads 
my hairs was made,
eyes as hazel as it could get 
but could only stare 
forever into the soul
that - 
you never made. 

And I don't know why I was decorated so well 
that one could buy ! 
Every pedestrians when pass by
make faces
to that creature without the soul,
framed so well.  
but will they ever know that I already know ? 

and now someone leaves me on the table, 
hurridly, she sits in front of mirror, 
looks at me every now and then 
and draws that five moles exactly the same way
and she looks at me again

as if it meant I had to look
at the process of me while being created, 

Oh, one with the soul, 
why you want to look alike 
 to the one without the soul ? 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

River of my eyes.

If you look at the river of my eyes, 
you will see an end.  
Come never, 
Look never,
that's why
as, I will always be flowing,
since forever. 

Monday, October 28, 2013

Like a gentle boy.

And some days 
when you leaned against the walls 
actually to sleep 
 your eyes were wide awake
 till the wee hours
until I came back and kissed you
and then only your eyes slept
oh and then you smiled like a gentle boy
you smiled gently like a gentle boy,
like a star that is the brightest when everything else is dark. 

Sunday, October 13, 2013


 First let her walk towards the
path she chooses. 
And then judge, after.

Saturday, September 7, 2013


SO selfish, 
She always says "I".

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The river I crossed.

You start to manipulate yourself if you have more choices. So wobble and choose a few. In my case, I'm left with only two. I don't know yet which way I'll choose. But coming here to become a being and then being able to realize what's going on around is a good feeling. This phase, this journey has taught me the deepest shit of life esp. the suffering from isolation and its consequences. And how people judge you after that ! It has always let me look at the bitter sweet past upon which when I start to dwell, an old wise voice suggests me to stop. That calm repeating voice says "come back, daughter. That's the river you've just crossed.

One of the eyes of that voice !

"The River I crossed"

Story I will tell you
of the roads 
I have travelled. 

The River once scared me
was the river I crossed.