this belief mine

just perfect high
just perfect low
just made for me
this belief mine.

naturally mingle
the smile revealing
goes on forever
the strong delight.

know me how
take me for I
laugh with me
be by when I cry.

just perfect wide
just perfect narrow
just made for me
this belief mine.

does not tell
open to all
love for folks
to them be tall.

dear dear mine
dear me too
for it just is
it naturally grew.

just perfect fast
just perfect slow
just made for me
this belief mine.

no reasons to give
no lies to tell
just happy to be
by the bright swell.

there is warmth
there is cream
there is love
in every single bean.

just perfect strong
just perfect mild
just made for me
this belief mine.

in perspective; once more

I want you back
and I want you now.
For you were my cloak
and you were my shroud.

I know,
I will have the likes of you...
but, what if it isn't you?
What if it was a mistake?
Having to let you go.
I know it was a choice,
a choice I then made...

I want you back
and I want you now.
For you were me
and I was known to be you.

I know,
you'll soon grow upon me...
but, what if it is too long?
What if it seems forgotten?
The feeling of being safe.
Protected and guarded,
being invisible you may say...

I want you back
and I want you now.
For it all seems to be
in perspective; once more.

 

the girl in the diary

if i was the girl in the diary...
i'd be mystical,
my poise justified...
my fate decided,
at the hands of the wielder of the pen
at the mercy of her destiny...
i would glide.

if i were the girl in the diary...
i would be as concrete as a dream...
as powerful as a wish...
as potent as the river flowing afresh...
i would be
as happy as a dove...
as sad as a fish...
as loved as a pet...
i would be...
as gallant as the grandfather's gun...
as timid as the 'newly wed' child bride...
as homeless as the donkey they bred...
as sheltered as the tree under the sky...!
i would be living in the hills...
diving into the sea...
breeding fleas...
i would be...
as happy as could be...!!!

i could be all but me...

if i were the girl in the diary...
i could be rolling pancakes...
i could be inking letter cases..
i could be riding a pony...
i could be snipping petals...!
i could be writing a letter...
i could be reading a book...
i could be stroking a pipe...
i could also be locked
only to survive...!!

for,
if i were the girl in the diary
this is what i could be...
for i could be sold into copies,
scratches on the manuscript
ripping my soul...
stealing me of my glory...
stealing me of my price...

for if it were money i were after...
the girl in the diary would be...
as hard as the lump in the chest...
as lonely as a tree in a groove...
as fragile as a single bone...
as brave as a mouse within...
as hidden as the bright yellow sun...!!

for,even then...
the girl in the diary would be me...!!





 

Beyond the Nest..!!

squirming in the nest...
i learnt naught to fly...
it was the push...
that threw me disarray..
it was the push...
that taught me more...
it was the push...
i learnt to love...
it was the push...
i knew more about...
it is the push...
i see meaning in...
it is the push...
attracting me...
it is the push...
i respect...
it is the push...
i love...
for,
it is the push...
that meant i was loved...
it is the push...
that taught me some more...
it is the push...
i am grateful for...
it is the push...
that made me so...!!

No longer in perspective...

Long: because I don't have to care for them
Long: because I am taught to think that is the only way
Long: because you do what people think looks good
Long: because there has never been another way
None: because you have to get rid of your birth
Some: because it has to be long again
More: because... well its a process..!!!
Some more: because we are still not quite there yet.
Long: because it was like that before
Long: because "Oh your so pretty"
Long: because they were a pride
Longer: because...it just kept going that way
Longer-4: because I have to take care of it
Long-4: because, I sit all alone with it
Midway: because I want to be different
Midway: because I think they look at it
Midway: because I cant imagine taking care of it
Long: because I didn't have time to think
Long: because I was lazy and scared
Longer: because not too much should change at one go
Longer: because the rest was tagging along
Longer-4: because I needed space
Midway-2: because I wanted to forget the past
Midway: because well it kept going that way
Midway-2: lest it gets long
Midway: because I was getting too cozy
Midway-4: because I was brought back to reality
Midway: because I was still trying to shake it away
Midway+2: because I was washing my worries away
Midway+4: because I was at peace
Long: because, now I could take care of it
Longer: because, this time I cared
Longer+4: because, this time I loved
Longer+6: because, it was a shield
Longer+8: because, it was a part of me
Longer-16: because it was meant to be that way
Shorter than short: because I had to know how it felt
Short: because, its a process again
Short+0.2: because, I love it
Short+0.4: because, I am rebelling
Short+0.6: because, I don't want to explain
Short+0.8: because, everyday it feels newer
Short+1: because, it still feels good
Short+2: because, I know every morning it feels just right


maybe one day....
Long: because its a choice
Longer: because it feels right too
Longer than long: because I will never ever regret not trying every possible way...!!!

have the time...?

is there a way to shake this feeling...
the fog refuses to settle..
my feelings are a crumpled ball...
I crushed the paper myself...!!
I wish there was someone...
who would pick the pieces up...
they could never be a whole...
but they would make for a good puzzle..!
who would have the time...?
who would help put them together...
they would never be the same..!
they can't be mended...
but I am sure they can be taped...
neatly at the backside...
and hung on that wall...
well framed...
to boast of in the many many years to come..!
who would have the time...?
and who would dare spare that time...?

and then there were none.
that's how all of it began...
i thought i was safe here...
i thought here i was me...
i thought i was loved here...
and i thought
       all of this will never end.
i look back
       to where they say it began
not knowing where i stood..
i was still thinking,
of he who chose never to come...
of he who was always by my side...
and also
of he who breathed down my neck.
how i wished
a couple were not the same.
not changing but different...
for then it is not destiny...
but the present i could frame.