i just looked on and on...!!!!

the hug was a story of the past.
it had washed away the fears i had lived in, there were things i had long forgotten. the love burst in a frenzy as the pixels knit themselves to a form. my heart bled with the colour of life.
i held death with awe as he had once conveyed to me.
the thought of a goodbye smaller than the thought of meeting again.
he believed in the word being truer than the self and my destiny was to use them to believe my own.
a day would not have passed with a happy smile, a day gone by with the thought of pain. up, up and away it went; flying like a kite all the way.
the strings attached were severed. i knew not whom to please. my eyes were sore from crying. i waited but in vain. a plant grew under my care. i nurtured it like my own flesh. i hurt it all the same.
as i would have my flesh. i shed blood. it poured out of my eyes. the colour seemed darkened by my thoughts.
he invited me over but my thoughts discarded his vigil. always wanting to look back and change my fate...! knowing not that my luck was beheld by those whom i had ignored.
four hearts met to fill the gap left by one. my life was a lucky cauldron, filled to the brim with memories of love. a pint of devotion dipped in the vial of happiness. solitude my hope and togetherness my desire. the lava of my spirit surging. the nucleons now met.
the hug was no more a story of the past.

"the lilies"

an early morning wake up call...
the smell of lilies fill the room
the lilies though not yet in full bloom.

half open eyes and a tilted neck,
trying to spy on the yellow buds;
the green against the blue wall.

a smile curled the dry matte lips,
slowly the smoke screens diverge
a leap within, and out of bed.

saying:
"Happy Mother's Day!!"

Coppice of demise.

A stitch of pain streaked down her curve.
A groan failed to escape her dead lips.
She had stepped into the coppice of demise;
that of truth, that if pain,
that not of love
but, more so of loss and  of game.

The dice showed a seven.

A miracle of times unknown.
A clandestine sword hung down her throat.
The nexus held by the last bit.
The snap but a twinkling away.
Light years were then a myth.

Missing in Flight

The door was not shut...never is.
but is it ever open?
the veil flutters; i could see the wind take a sneak peek
my hair this time were securely tied.
Ah! I wish a strand had dared to let loose.
I lost the breath I had promised my lungs...
The air seemed full of smoke
I wasn't on fire,
someone had just put it out...

but it remains
within my heart and
my insides burn me out...

oh!
i wish i was free
and this was another FLIGHT

Oh ya! It is not...
I am yet to be free
I am in flight; but not free
for my flight is still to take me higher
the parabola fell short
and my high is still to be justified.

thoughts

thinking is a crime
i am a criminal
the thought of crime gives me the shivers
i have spilt blood
my own, and his
he said he is not a criminal
but how can he not be?
he walked away; on his life
i did too
but i was a criminal; not he

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

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.