Auto-Choris

He gave his best
He could not see the rest.
Everything he did
He bore the highest bid.
Every tutor who walked in
Was thouroughly impressed.
Autochoris refused to partake
in the ruckus and the din.

As he sat his test:
He said all the right things
He wrote what he must
For everything he was just.
As he did all of this
Another of him watched.
As he hovered above
The playing scene glitched.

Auto went about all the chores
Choris watched from ashore.
Auto was busy with his books
Choris through the window looked.
Auto was ahead of the herd
Choris stood out like a bird.
Auto was loved and praised
Choris was refused to be raised.
Auto blossomed and grew
Choris slowly withdrew.

With Choris gone
Auto was lost.
The splendour and laughter
Was now a draught.

With Choris gone
Auto was reserved.
Still ahead of the herd
He moved undeterred.

A day came
when Auto could not go
without Choris in the tow.

Auto stopped moving on
and searched for Choris
who had long been gone.

Demi at the Ball

Relief
Acceptance
Belief and Fall.
Demi went to the ball.
They danced, they sang
Together they ran.

A glance to the side,
a shabby smile.
She ran into arms
Of a friend bygone.
Forgotten the dance
The splendour true.
For now she saw
The colour blue.

Now she heard
The lilies in bloom.
The fountain of wonder
Lifted the gloom.
She felt at home
Amidst all the noise.
She felt afloat
As she heard the voice.

There were no jitters
There were no songs.
There was a peace,
Silence from beyond.
She held onto shivers
As the wind swept.
The hair unfurled
Shadows slowly slept.

The fragrance
creeps its way in.
Solace complete
in the expansive din.

Time Warp

To
Mudita on February 26th, 2011

You were right.
You lost the key to your self regard,
you knew where to find the bend.
You knew the latitude which passes through,
but you were scared that you will not fend.
Find your way back; against the wind.

I took us there yesterday.
I know it was the bend where we dropped the key.
I am scrambling around the corners,
It keeps eluding me.

I know we were scared to be lost,
inspite of knowing the way.
Maybe we knew it a little too well.

I also know either way, I was lost;
For I was unable to anymore pretend.
I am not sulking in the corners,
I am still hard at work.
I promise to pick up and look forward,
for my trek will elude no curve.
I promise to keep looking,
I promise to find out.
Till we walk homeward
Till we wear our shroud.

I hope to find it earlier,
for we still have a long way to go.
I hope to unlock our insides;
Under the same big old oak,
Where the woodpecker's grown old.
Yet it refuses to stop pecking
and leave the tree alone.

Love
Me on March 4th, 2015

Children of Autocracy

Demi
was her name,
lesser than in full quantity.
Discussed over toast
through times in the past,
between gods and men.
Is it half full or empty?
Is it not half at all?
Is it an offspring or entity?
Born of delusions in fall.

Autochoris
be he named.
Born with a disconnect
Borne in confusion.
Disparity between self,
needs and desires;
Unknown to humanity,
affluent in charity.
A want passed as luxury.
A need masked in reality.

Requeis
The daughter of rest.
Repose was her chastity,
brought up in leisure;
A dream called destiny.
Festivities and endeavours,
Exhaustion by turmoil.
Lessons in great labour
Emotions riding high,
In the past of exile.

Identity

Free spirited.

Spirit lost in the years
When i revisited
They became so real.
The vulgarity of dressing
Putting up appearances
For I had put restrictions
Face first, falling in the den.

I don't like my exterior
As they eye my posterior
I don't know where to shift
Whether to send her the gift.

To be able to express me
The repressed me
The now depressed me.

And that is why the crisis
And the scream to be free.

Below Anxiety

3:27
Insecurity
Within my own home
Beside my own hearth,
Warmth refuses to reach
The bottom of the soul.

I keep counting my fingers
Easier than it would
To make it just go away,
Worse still when I stood.

Hidden in another world
The stories untrue
Give me reprieve
Of real life and strife.

4:20
Dependence
On an idea to walk around,
Of love and of sound.
To read and to reflect
To refuse to deflect.

Occupation of agitation
Written in words unknown.
Run by autopilot
On functions predefined.

On misspelling and struggle
To tell the difference from
Wrong to right to both,
The dignity of calculating bright.

7:35
Hunger
A grumble deep within
Ignored by the din
The thoughts and the speed
Hurtling all out of reach.

There is nowhere to be
Nowhere to be determined
Of the need and speed
The games of the mind.

The innocence of age
Wondering if it were a trick,
Of writing on the walls
And of making blue pain.

8:48
Exhaustion
Of times not revealed
Of rest disappearing
And relinquishing
In a gust of the breeze.

Of cold in the bright sunlight
Of lenses which collide.
Knowledge of the ABC,
Written within the country.

Leaving behind premise
Neatly folding things twice,
Obsessions of unknown
Leaving the most prized.

Anxiety

It creeps when not in need
It reads out many things to me.
It has been wanting to subside
Call out deeper and deeper inside.
I am not a butterfly
I am just a small tree,
Which has roots deep within
The soil I stand beneath.
I read out to me
I read out to them all.
I am scared of the rise
As I am equally of the fall.
To have written to me
To have passed through me,
My courage has taken its toll
To the destiny of me.
I beg for some comfort
I plead for vicinity
To the oasis in the jungle
To the leopard behind the tree.
They walk in hand in hand
Leave a scratch on my brand
They dig deeper within
Manage to reach below the skin.
My fear does not subside
Now it is not just inside.
I write to set it free
I wander around the tree
The tree now is outside of me
As a bird I want it free.
I sit, I peck, I pluck
I was meant to sit atop.
The tree looks up at me
I think this is its destiny.
They who had left a scratch
Had taught not to attach,
Now when it is ready
It refuses to host the birdie.
This one not willing to peck
Just build a nest for its eggs.
The tree soon violently rose
Detached its roots
So the bird could not dose
On its branches and build
A haven for her own guild.