I bank on me

We are exactly the same, you and I,

As a shallow pond, as the abysmal sky

There is a mean little bully in all of us,

As is the instinct to protect for love,

It’s a universal mix He granted thus.

It is ‘I’ who prefers this and not that,

It makes me who I am and all that I am not.

Blame me for my impending fate—

Good or bad, happy or sad,

I am responsible and I am my master true.

My importance in my life is supreme

Otherwise, there is no difference between me and you.

Repulsive Romeo

There’s something about your ugly face,

That double chin, that unibrow.

When you look at me with ragged breath,

My body melts inside out.

The whispering lips are ample full,

Baring beautiful cigar-stained teeth.

The gap between your molars two

Let escape an alcoholic reek.

With longing when you lift your eyes,

Your gaze is but a silken lace.

As your protruding belly heaves,

Things around me turn to haze.

There’s something about your ugly face,

That balding head, those droopy lids.

Though I am ashamed to my very core,

I continue our secret trysts.

Hasta nunca!

So you can walk away today and never look back but I wouldn't know cos I wouldn't be waiting around to see...!

Thesis and Hypothesis

The only moments worth missing later are the ones that were painstakingly designed by you!

Perhaps that is why I miss those certain times spent with him more than he does because I still remember the effort I put into bringing them to pass. And because it all seems like effort to me now, maybe it's time for me to finally forget those moments!

Amen!

Peace-less Sleep

The first chirp of the day is rather depressing, as is the sky that grows brighter every minute. This new day is not a new day, its just a continuation of yesterday. It's the harsh croaking caw of a crow that wakes you up from your open eyed sleep but you just shut your eyes harder in the hope of falling asleep, of dreaming a beautiful, peaceful dream, something to inspire you. But the itch on the side of your left foot doesn't let you. No solace. You throw your arm across your eyes but it's not only the sunlight streaming through your window that bothers you but the constant stream of random thoughts that, even if you wanted to, you couldn't pen down in a frenzy. It's simply impossible. You sit up. You lie down again. You try the sides. But it's no use. Where is the switch to turn off this never-ending barrage of words, sentences in your head? You promise yourself you'll write it all down when you wake up later but you know you won't.