Dying

I Feel shitty in my own shack
So I go sit on the railway track
I see at far the tracks meet
I believe its not a mirage or trick
I see them meet at a distance
until I walk along to realize..

I want to say without saying
I want a smile everlasting
I want to cry myself dry
Sin I did will make me fry
I want to thank a meaningful
to have seen someone so beautiful..

Varied thoughts buzz around the hive
As my mind zips on an insane drive
So in deep blue I let out my last bubble
Smiling shittily I fade,coz its the end of struggle..

If a picture could

If a picture could speak a thousand words,
I could tell you exactly how beautiful the leafless tree looks on an autumn night.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
You would have been able to smile inspite of my silence.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
I wouldn't find it hard to describe your madness to others.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
You wouldn't have been able to pick out words to misunderstand me.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
I could have been a thousand times funnier and made you laugh instead.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
It wouldn't have been hard to prove my trustworthiness everytime.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
Sms-es would have been shorter than they already are.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
A thousand words would shed a tear at their unworthiness.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
You wouldn't have smiled or wondered at every other line in this blog.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
I hope someday atleast one of my pixel would mean something to you.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
Even then I doubt you would understand me any better.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
My prayers and thanks to gods could have been shorter.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
My poem would have been just a bunch of moving pictures without any background score.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
I could just show you this



and say...FUCK YOU a thousand times over.
If a picture could speak a thousand words,
It would be a lie.

Colours

I wake up from a deep slumber like in a doped trance,
mind too numb after dreaming of a ugly pheasant’s dance.
The kaleidoscope lying beside the book of Brown,
catches my attention and I look through with a frown.
I see the colours that were sucked off my life al along,
dancing in merry inside the thing so small and long.
Compared to the smiling violet, cute indigo, pretty blue with rest of the GYOR,
the monotonous black and white of my life seemed such a distant boring blur.
The lust to have it all awakens in me and I,
fall in love with the kaleidoscope, to please my eye.
Trying to take some of the colours, I pulled and tugged without kind,
deeper and deeper into the darkest corner of my mind.
Until I realised I had sucked in all the colour and glamour,
but still deep down I felt bad, just like a newly ditched lover.
Only then I realised, it was the light that made the kaleidoscope colourful,
So I agreed with them, coz as they say only Love makes life beautiful.

loss in fiction

The moan of the thunder lights the skies,
Her sharp gaze blinds my eyes!
all dryness inside wets the surroundings,
and a smile on her face plays rhythm on my heartstrings!
while the eagle's claw dig into a kangaroo's pouch,
reminds me of her sweet voice, last of which I heard, was in march!
a evil snake’s curled up straight along the highway’
her hair so soft, none of which for me anymore are they?
A mighty volcanic eruption makes snow in the bathroom’
While his hand wraps her so close as they dance together in the ballroom!
A sex starved fish peeps through the glass bowl at the mistress
today as she is gone ,everything is lost, my sweetness!
The sick gorilla winks back at you as it eats rotten mustard,
I hate his guts and the kisses that he gets, the lucky bastard!
In the headlines : a rabbit caught smoking marijuana under the sunlight
it all comes back to me, as finally the darkness wins over the dim light
confused? thats me!

on a Sunday morning..

The summer Sun has just raised over the horizon,
Spreadin in and around, its beautiful golden light,
Its a beautiful day.
Its neither hot like the afternoons,
nor is it rainy like the night before.
Patches of smoky white clouds
dot the brilliant golden sky,
as birds of feather fly past them.
Men and beautiful women walk, run and jog,
with their pet dogs,children(usually obese) and some times mad dogs behind.
Little birds with unlucky worm in their legs cripping on plant,
and bigger birds cawing on the electric wires( grasing the neighbouring Uncles and Aunts with their morning crap)
Your mother waters the gardens,while
your father checks the morning news with a masala Chai.
Its a perfect Sunday morning...











As for you,don't you just Love going back to sleeep on days like this!!!;)

ahhaa Nirvana!!
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