i heard the door creak
the paint spilled itself
the craving for a canvas died
the wall was eterninty
words but colours

a home of starts. a bower of lights. i grew and i blew. the shadows will always be my highlight.

the museum

the aisle was pretty narrow - it emancipated heat --- i walked by the door - i was scared to look --- the vultures had rejoiced their victory --- and yet i stood.

i was scared - a belief was broken - i had not given up - i did not want to lie.

i knew him inside out --- his eyes looked past my truth - i was not the speaker - the messenger was not of recruit.

he was taught to mistrust --- even the food he ate was poison - his eyes bled no blood - his mind bled no thought - he was brought to conceal.

he was my truth - i denied him - the access doorway was shut - i was left alone in the aisle --- his thoughts letting the heat flow.

Ominous Flight

The movement which caught my attention
I knew I missed something.
She was there right next to me
Stronger than I
She was not wearing a mask
I felt I was puncturing the air.
My lexicals could kill
My sight could disembark
I felt a high; a physical high
She was on stilettos
Now I am waist deep in quicksand
I don't struggle to be free
I don't struggle to fly
The cushion holds me tight
I love it,
I hate it,
I take care of it,
I debate it
I don't abate it
It is me, I am it
Reality..!!!

My Country and Me

• Taking a long deep breath the lion decided to gauge the distance between him and his prey
• The super sonic radiation the air craft emitted were not enough to blow the clouds away
• The blue sky refused to reflect the fish's story; her stark golden yellow yearning for the attention
• In the face of the Sun's glory the heat was but an aftermath. It believed, "If I could burn all my helium I would be free."
• Energy is not always a fuel; it is a boon and a curse
• Like a man could be a woman and a woman a man; their love for existence has no bounds.
• The shackles clammed adding to the din of lives mourning, yet she danced.
• The melody was long lost, an impersonation lived on and on...
• The record whirled back and forth as my eyes drooped further; my strength failed.
• As the lion took a big leap towards the lamb, it knew not the prey would live or die
• A bullet whirred past the yellow grass; No iron palm to grasp it
• It lost itself in the luxurious mane; Blood spurted
• Her forehead had a hole, right between the eyebrows. It was RED.

i could see the reflection; for once the blue eyes looked black   black with passion for love was always blue              that day i had heard the creak    the roof was about to fall on my head    but i stood strong    i thought and in reflection i found the way    the mirror refused to show me the path   i was numb i was lost    lost in the deep end of a swimming pool   i was never allowed to swim    the fall from the bicycle was the clue    the orange disturbed me    it was too happy     like i always confessed    a chocolate too sweet in not chocolate enough    cocoa is grown bitter    the look in his eyes as i walked into the tiny shop   the book almost slipping through the fingers    the look as i walked past    the attempt at the casual smile    the smile which was bright enough for you or me but not the sun    the orange of the sun glares into my eyes    the orange of the sun at 5 am is beautiful    the mountain mist envelopes it and delivers a glow    the sharpness dies   the fruit he wanted to eat they say    a darkness on the planet   the source of energy my race refused to adopt    the end is what i don't reflect upon   the end is what i circumnavigate    "you are the Columbus to your own land" she said    she loved me   i was not very kind to her    now i have lost the note    someone lost it for me rather   i have walked beside the lake and wondered about the wind    every time my reflection has looked into my eyes i have hid my face    i am perfect    i am not worth looking at    i am immobile   i am agile   i reflect   i live in conflict my reflection speak the truth   the water ripples

every moment is not anticipated for, things come up, things fly. we reconcile at the thought of the past. it scares me, yes i am scared, i wish we were. but we of course are.