Sips & Bites

Ice Gulag

2011-12-31T05:08:00.000-08:00

Am I buried in the December Ice ?
Under a debris of a precious History.
Why the Precious always seem to be Precarious....in it's poise ?!

The icy prison
has the transparency that let's me see beyond the
Dailys and Todays!!
...will it survive the transitions between the Rise and Fall of my personal civilisations!?
Keeping me trapped in a Time capsule and inject me to life ?
The times together mark the Time Spread in my Life.
That otherwise is named a calender.

These Icy Gulags have a ghostly Chill
takes away my Life & need not kill
The spectral entity of those Moments tick together
as the Eternal gifts Births , like a seasonal weather

The eerie silence behind those walls
in the gorges I once called rooms
My memories throb though mummified
when snowy deserts burn full Bloom
Though somethings are always ageless
A wrinkle is a dune in the desert of time
Why carve names on an epitaph...that is already Mine.

Since the Sins

2011-12-02T05:30:00.000-08:00

Who oversees my Cosmic Footprint?
My InCarnation journey...is it logged?
If yes...by Who, I do not know
Who judges My Cosmic crime...
who has given me a Timeless Past !??
Who has judged my Sins...as My advocacy is nowhere, I know !
Why do I feel these gaseous chains called breadths weighing me down just as an iron ball !
In the prison of birth as I gaze down the corridors,
I hear footsteps of floating souls
Friend or Foe....I do not know...
Since the Sins, I am sentenced to Life
I am denied Myself in My Own

2011-04-01T06:30:00.000-07:00

Love can be a Sandcastle on the beach of Life

where the Dreamer seems stronger than the Engineer

but fate lies with the Moody Tide

to prove the Dream as a possible fact

or an

Engineered plan that claims fact under fiction !

Just as a Truth distorted is more blamed

paired against a White Lie !

Come December

2010-12-13T03:50:00.000-08:00

Come December and it would be a date to remind you

of a Face in the Crowd

that arrested you for a second

and turned it into a Lifetime...
while i would be wiping the frost

on the window of my Icy Castle

to draw those eyes

that gave me a Limpid Pool,

to drown my fears and sail a boat

with and against the strongest winds !

Personal lava

2010-05-07T12:43:00.000-07:00

I marked the Stars,connected the dots,drew My picture and framed it in my eyes. A volcano busted far below,threw it's ashes high above.It couldn't burn me.....it cannot...but spit a few smokerings on my picture trying to turn it Grey and I decide...Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust......if you can't...should I must ?

Mosaic of dreams

2009-07-25T05:57:00.000-07:00

...n i wish to smoothen the eneven surface of your fears
and wipe itto shine like a Mosaic,of your dreams
on a Marble floor so clear...that it reflects
the skies overhead and thus bringing it
to your feet !

The state of Being

2009-07-23T01:30:00.000-07:00

Unsaid words...unposted letters
My state of being is like your Blood in my veins
Is it an event...is it a chain?
Season of Love is how deserts miss the rains!

Umbrella

2009-07-22T14:50:00.000-07:00

And I would brush a tear on your eyelash, with my fingertip
and blow it away in the summersky
with a wish for it to return within a cloud
and fall on your hair as a raindrop
to remind you of me, as you walk
with an umbrella of memories...under a dark sky
brightened by a Lightning...so dazzling
but so short.

Slow Poison

2009-07-22T14:34:00.000-07:00

Is Life a Slow Poison !?
Then who took My life?
I'm surely not here...between what throbs In here!
I have wondered away ,like smoke...leaving behind
My ashes...of an abstract entity, cemented in
my room in Oblivion

Injecting Time!

2009-07-21T06:44:00.000-07:00

The act of seperation is...like a needle on my skin
Injecting Time...like a sedative doze of sleep
that gives birth to the same repeated dreams,
that uproots my self but buries me deep

Are you ?

2009-07-13T11:49:00.000-07:00

Are you a Mirage...or a Mirror...reflecting against the Sun ?
Are you a Shadow...or a Silhoutte...rising daily...with the setting Sun ?

Reflect the Life in the pools of your eye...
Uncover the Truth...beneath the giftwrapped lies !

Am i?

2009-07-09T12:46:00.000-07:00

Am I the Phoenix ? Will I rise ?
Let me first die to create some ashes for me...
My journey today or the odessey post the end,
A treasure hunt but no maps for Me !

Replicas

2009-04-06T05:38:00.000-07:00

We are the replicas of our own source ! We are the Blueprints of a vast design for a megacomplx creation. We are in a 3D dream ! When we Leave from here....we will Live from there ! We exist here in the Third Dimension...but our Source lies elsewhere. It communicates to us...In our subconcious ! We feel the Touch...though undefined.

Jet Black Flood

2008-11-12T12:14:00.000-08:00

As I stare at the whitescreen, waiting with a thought
and the thought remains chained, to a friend called...Swat

The fleeting seconds take a shape that's worth a wait
but I can't wait long,just enough to trust my fate

As the Net takes me on a journey,enroute to the distant miles
I wish the Inbox is flooded,with the Sender and her smiles

But as the night outside my window is so dark and cold
My wishes are'nt granted, I wish she did as I told

Share a snap of one face, and her one hundred moods
A Smile, a laughter, or a thought captured to brood

As the ticks flicker onscreen to a time called Late
she keeps me tied to a waterline of Love and Hate

"Invite' comes the text,to a window that's more like a door
a doorway to glee , where you keep coming back for more

I look at her face,and hey , vanish do the miles
and I think, wow, wish she used more of a thing called Smile !

Maybe she guessed,maybe she read,but something raised the level of my blood
she let loose the band that held ,what some call hair...and I call the Jet Black Flood

Hellooo....it's Me !

2008-11-11T11:06:00.000-08:00

I can't be by your side, 2000 miles is so long a stride
yet let megive a try,being a Face in the crowd ...with a smile
I'd be the whistle in the breeze,entering yourwindow with rays
The breeze might pass in a flash,so let me be something that stays

I prefer to linger like a memory, a frozen moment in the space called Time!
If I can't adorn the speed of the wind,let me be..... Your WindChime

Some years down the line, we might be someplace...out of sight
And when you're waiting for his phone call,and a dinner for two tonight

Few moments might drag,waiting for the doorbell to ryhme...
a little gush of wind...you'll turn and sway to find
Present by the window, and yet nowhere in sight
my face in darkness, but My Helloooo in the WINDCHIME !

All my moments with you

2008-05-16T11:20:00.000-07:00

They defy destiny,horoscopes,logic...all my moments with you
Yet they were written, yet they rose from the debris of hope
and the ashes of banal existence
All my moments with you
pulsate like fireflies ,
in a dark moonless forest
you can hear the river gush,memories have a dreamrun
in cracked smiles and misty eyes
unwritten in dates and history
All my moments with you write their own eternity
forgiving calenders for being too predictable.

Are you lonesome....tonight?

2007-08-03T14:13:00.000-07:00

Are you lonesome tonight? I wonder if you're lonesome tonight. You know, someone said the World's a stage and we must play our parts. Fate had me playing with you as my sweetheart.Act One was when we met...you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue.Then came Act Two...using the change you acted strange and why, I've never known. But honey, you'd lied (Did you ?) when you said you loved me and I had no cause to doubt.But I'd rather go on hearing your lies then goin on living without you !
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there with, emptyness all around me. And if you won't come back to me...they can bring the curtain down.

Are you lonesome tonight?

One day I wrote her name upon the strand

2007-07-05T10:49:00.000-07:00

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize!

For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise.

Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise

To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

And in the heavens write your glorious name;

Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,

Our love shall live, and later life renew.

Edmund Spenser

Room full of Mirrors

2006-11-08T06:11:00.000-08:00

"I USED TO LIVE IN A ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS ALL I COULD SEE WAS ME
WELL I TOOK MY SPIRIT AND I CRASHED MY MIRRORS
NOW THE WHOLE WORLD IS HERE FOR ME TO SEE
I'VE GOT A WHOLE WORLD THAT'S HERE FOR ME
TO SEE NOW I'M SEARCHING FOR MY LOVE TO BE
BROKEN GLASS WAS FALLING IN MY BRAIN
CUTTIN' AND SCREAMIN' AND CRYING IN MY HEAD
BROKEN GLASS WAS FALLING IN MY BRAIN
IT USED TO FALL ON MY DREAMS AND CUT ME IN MY BED
IT USED TO FALL ON MY DREAMS AND CUT ME IN MY BED
I SAID MAKING LOVE WAS STRANGE IN MY BED"

"Roomful of mirrors"