October 8, 2010

Rebound

Try so hard to find myself.
But this is Newton’s third law.
Action reaction action.
No point in action.
There will only be a reaction.
Being alone for a while might just help.
Try so hard to find myself.
And this is indeed,
Newton’s third law.
Seems more like a 
Boomerang now.
Sigh.


October 2, 2010

A Word I Like

I am
forcing a poem
out of
the corner
of my brain.
I am
penning down
unmeditated words.
I am
soul-less
I am
thankless.
I am
Jazz up
my everything
somehow.

September 7, 2010

Why so serious?

Whenever I sit to Write WRITE, I am always, in my brain compelled to come up with something deep. Something that will make sense only to the smart-asses and others who don't understand will marvel, open-mouth-in-awe of my writing style. That hasn't happened yet but what it brings me to is a very important question. Why literature is considered the domain of the 'Intellectual'? Why isn't a poem by, say Langston Hughes comparable to a song by John Legend and why can't I critically analyse both, together? This is a debate that I am dealing with. I'll explain why it is a debate in the first place.


I always, ALWAYS want to write something highly intelligent. Not because I want to sound smart. But because I want to appear smart in front of 'certain intellectual' people. The fact that I write something that is not just appreciated but deliberated upon is my dream. But till that time, why can't I reconcile with the fact that it is OK to write stuff that doesn't sound intelligent or smart. It is wrong for me to use the word 'Reconcile'. Simply because these are the things that make me who I am, in this present moment. So, if I don't respect the present ME, who else will?


Now I am realizing that it is completely alright if I choose to make my writing sound like I am a student in college. Of course it is alright! And also, it is completely okay if I write about stuff I am pre-occupied with. Like College and Friends, and FUTURE and Mr. Awesome.


Right? :O

August 17, 2010

Take a bow, Martin Luther King.

I’ve a dream, said He.



Little did he know,


That it would echo so high.


So many dreams,


Fuelled by this one simple thought.


I’ve a dream, said He.


Tears of happiness,


Of long forgotten Pride


Rejuvenated, when


I’ve a dream, said He.


His dream lives on


In this world today.


When every person


Gets the strength


To carry on.


Far away,


In this land,


He inspires me.


Dream on child, steadfastly.


I’ve a Dream, said He.

July 1, 2010

Death: Partial Release

Death, come touch me.
Ever so softly.
Death, only you can show me.
I want to let go, and
See my life's worth. 
I want to start afresh.
I want to be free.
There are only so many
Emotions that
Humans can face.
I've had my share.
Take me with you,
for a split second.
I don't think
I can go on
with all these biases 
In my heart.
You can stretch the second
As long as you want.
I don't want to live anyway.
.

June 29, 2010

Rain On Me

Skin,
is wet
Its too
beautiful
to be true.
The
overwhelming
surge
of colours.
Free
to look.
Anywhere.
Rain
on my face
Taste
on
my tongue.
Earthy.
How is it
Earthy?
Not time
for questions.
Just
be in
the moment.
I
want to
take off
and wear
your wetness
instead.
Don't
stop till
I
am satiated.
I
feel free.
Finally.

June 13, 2010

Untitled


Bring me back, Virginia
Like you did in the past.
Life will be difficult, I know
But I don't want to be dragged in the whole
The fire you lit, Eliot
Help me 
I can't fight anymore
Mind is confused
Society was never kind
Especially to people like us
I know you are out there
Look out for me
You are my mothership
Guide me home.