game on

It started out,
A pact to be brave
Being the one
In time to save
The day –
The grey
Sky
Is regaining its blue
I forgot to smile
When I ran into you

let’s chill like chinchillas

Let us not dwell
On mistakes of the past
And bad times
Which have passed
What shadows yesteryear
May cast
Let us, instead,
Divulge secrets of happiness;
All we can hope
Is that this year is better than the last
And all we can look for
Is bliss and the joys which have surpassed

rubbish in 2011

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 27 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

dreamdom

Most stars lose their shine
Over time
Unless care is taken
To keep them alight –
So whatever ensues
Don’t give up;
With one eye on the loose,
Watch the cyan firmament
Tear apart the emerald tides
From the heavens above

push

The worm scuttles out, later than usual
He avoids the early bird;
The grass is browning from neglect
And the sky is crying, in respect;
Hope unravels itself, pours out of the bottle,
He tries to run ahead full throttle,
He missed the train, the cab and the canoe
He’s finding it hard to play a broken kazoo;
You are sitting under an umbrella,
In shelter, waiting
He comes and he finds you
Elated, no hating –

Someone he could truly enjoy time with ~

motherland

So it became, at the equinox;
The epiphanies and the regret
Running reckless through the tranquil streets,
Snickering at personal musings,
Ignited by playful mocking,
Never intended to send them knocking
Down –
Dawn,
At the horizon, golden neon
Something, finally, to agree upon;
Light-hearted laughter
Light blue undertones

split the moon

Some things
Will always
Remain
Incomprehensible;
Time is racing forward
Too slowly
To keep
Forthcoming prospects
In mind;
Losing formality,
Resigned
To love
Life,
To appreciate
The beauty
Where
It is
Lacking
To the untrained
Eye –
Abandoning decorum
Losing direction
And
Loving
It

economical legitimacy

These ghosts of us loom elsewhere
In reflections of bliss, away from the glare;
As long as there’s air, there will always be care
These long, drifting days
And the taciturn nights -
Sublime dark, transcendent bright -
Will shroud the strife
And bring laughter to life;
Under a sulking sky
We let loose a sigh
And with enchantment and smiles
Our worries, we set free

I know we can fly
That’s why I got high

expel

It’s taking all that needs to be said
And putting it down on paper
In intricate cursive,
In quotations that nobody will read;
It’s biting lips, and taking slow sips
And falling in and out of delusions,
Inhaling intoxicating infusions –
Yearning for a banter,
Scintillating yet succinct;
Yearning for a window
To open out, away from the brink;
Isn’t it ironic that you feel homesick
And I’m just so sick of home ~

there is still hope yet

she told me not to fret
she said, ‘there is still hope yet’
so i sat
acting out words to try and understand their meaning
sitting, freezing, in a room to stop myself from dreaming
conversing about law, psychology and english
pondering upon managing pain – hanging on a teasing wish

- a collaboration with musique