Today is not one of those days. Its' gloomy. It's Gothic. It's sickening.

I'm waiting for the clouds to clear...

Q/A

ABC – Concentration level?
Me – Zero

ABC - Sleep deprived?
Me - Not really. May be yes. Willingly.

ABC - Repulsion to food
Me- Yes, intensely. Not hungry at all.

ABC - Ready to hibernate?
Me - Been a month now

ABC - What next?
Me - Get Lost.

ABC – Friends?
ME – Want no more.

ABC – Wanna go out? Film, lunch, dinner or something?
ME – Refer to answer 3.

i feel a little wicked,

and my veins dance to the cryptic songs

on the days

like today.

Splash

I am so much not myself these days. You know it’s a weird feeling. Its as if my brain is growing out of my head. It’s as if the veins are spilling blood all around…its like theres no room for any thing.

Very unlike me to have thrown away the phone in some other room when you know that this girl keeps her phone handy and replies or responds to either calls or sms’s within a fraction of a second. Yeh. I did that and have done it for over last two weekends.

May be all this while I was not me…

I know I will be somehow fine because the head is where the heart is.

An Elegy Bemoaned

“Written on a paper in black ink
Read all who may.
Pray and raise a toast, a drink,
My elegy it is, such I Portray”

******* *******

Ma, I heard your voice
And you calling me loud
Now I don’t have any choice
For you are under your shroud


What you said was right
I could never gauge it then
With you I kicked a fight
When I ran away to learn one-to-ten


“Nobody is going to be yours
When I’m gone my child”
Now when my plight soars
I know every grain of your thought Ma’ was beyond mild


Under the frozen stars I lay on my bed
Waiting to be scavenged anytime; he would say
“Wife you are mine in this locked-wed
Pretend before this world that you are fine, come let’s play”


Morning he goes for work
Leaving me to blemish my woes in a corner
I count the seconds to wait for the serpent to lurk
Returning me favors by giving me the fur


Too many chances but I lost each time
I was fifteen when I first bore a child
Within days of bliss I tasted the lime
I was tamed thereafter like an animal wild


I remember your words Ma’ your kisses and hugs
Pull me out Ma’ before I drown
In the streets ma’ perennial with threats of thugs
I pray each Day to swallow the Nightly frown

Finally in my death-tray today
I have no-one to hear my coffined moans
I’m giving back this life what I never got per say
A debt I have to re-pay; the scars form this life I got on loan

Dreams

I want to become an Author.

queer fishing of my thoughts... !

Hail My Dreams...!

....

Rise and fall...

fall and rise...

these slippery roads

made me a victim of my bliss....

Amen...