sliding through the gaps

I picked a sensation-
turned it around,
I let it mingle into me.
when the unexpected turn came,
my mind went blank for a while-
but I did not pick any weapons to fight;
choosing to let it go

"I create worlds in my mind

they all fall apart

yet I  go on creating more"

musty scents will set me free

I look at you both-
entwined in the throes of love,
musty scents of which reaches out to me.
I envy you, your freedom-
your free spirits mingled with each other.
oblivious of my staring,
you are lost in the vast space of each other.
each of your pores incite me
but I am trapped in my smile.

"maestro made me a legend,
giving me glass eyes"

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Mona Lisa by Da Vinci does not need any introduction. Her smile has fascinated many, and few cynics think of it as fake. But everyone has some kind of reaction after looking at the painting, her smile. I think of her as a trapped soul. This is a raw work, needs to be edited. I will eventually get around that.

limitless space

I see bridges and dams
the ones we create in our mind
had it been reflected in the sky
I would have asked the clouds 
to gift it to me
but the foam you see here
is not real
the nearly blue colour
makes it appear like a sky on earth
but the vastness of it can't be contained
although we can the contain the Universe
within our mind, 
where the miniscule space becomes limitless

"someone please let me know,
who poured liquid glass into water?"

tools of the trade

in hollow bones
you won't find dried blood
I cleaned all
with wire
I have tools
I'm not a chicken
nor am I an egg

who cares what I am
as long as I clean blood

homing

I leave the indentation of my head on your pillow,
and walk out of that door
you wake up to find me gone
but I am there in the folds of your skin,
stray hair on your shoulder.

"when my feet walk to the bamboo fields
you will find me there and get me home"

face on the wall

Street art by Rone

in the smoky streets
I watch the pace of time
which changes every moment
afternoons are the best
when I get to doze off
you see my face on that wall
speculating about my projected image
volley of your thoughts don't bother me
I might not be identical to my image
but I thrive in my duality

"even without wires, 
I am illuminated in dark nights"

the beast demands

the beast demands-
has demanded for eternity
and we give in to it
the blood and gore
weapons of the past
decorate the wall
blood-stained wall
now painted dark red
hide the ugliness of violent death

"he shuns the olden weapons
reaches for his light-sabre,
feeding the beast thus.."

inseparable

Photo by James Rainsford

in heated sun
I stood guard
to burdens of world
one of God's creature
sat on my head 
shading me from sun
breeze tickles my beard

I found my mellow mood again

stretched drums

the sound of drums
reverberated up basement stairs
and escaped from the French windows
so loud, but no refrain could be heard
an erratic beat,
it seemed in the neighborhood
that man on the streets curled his lips
and tapped on the door,
when the curtain parted,
he looked inside with incredulous looks
lips curling into a deep curve

but the boy inside rattled his cymbals
beat our brains inside our skulls,
wearing down our stretched skins
with his hammering sticks

"if he wished for our staccato applause,
he would be waiting forever"

lost in a maze

a place I don't recognize-

I try hard to do that

I am stuck in there

in the midst of nowhere

when I try to take a step forward

I go four steps backwards

I am lost in the maze-

a maze of my own making

"can you please chart an escape route for me?"