Alive!

 The Creative Director of psychological experiences! 

The Resurrection

She knocked me off my centre.

Not gently.

Not ceremonially.

But with the quiet force

of someone who does not notice

the tremor she causes.

I left that room unmoored.

Unstitched.

As if the scaffolding of my composure

had shifted an inch to the left.

She summoned the child

who knew the anguish of standing alone

when authority turned its back.

Something in me resisted her gravity —

unheard, outpaced —

my nervous system sounding the alarm:

her force moved faster

than I could steady myself.

And shame —

dark and deliberate —

inked beneath the skin,

then burning —

molten and immediate —

as though fire had found

the hidden fuel.

Anxiety clung to me like static.

Even the thought of seeing her again

made my heart dip.

Until the day

I needed her steadiness

more than reassurance.

And there she was.

She did not move.

She did not rescue.

She did not soothe.

She did not descend into my storm.

She remained.

Like a mountain before weather.

Like stone that has known centuries.

Like something that does not need

to prove its altitude.

The ground lost its gravity beneath me,

Yet she did not move.

In her stillness, my trembling had nowhere to hide.

In her certainty, my performance dissolved.

In her silence, I met myself.

As though a window had yielded

in a house sealed for decades.

Air entered.

Dust rose.

And something buried in the dark

remembered to breathe.

Forget-you-not

How can I forget you when you are everywhere I go?

You are in the songs, you are in the rain

You are in every place, over the hills and plains.

I see you in the moon, I sense you in the trees

I find you amongst the colors, adorned with filigree.

You live in my thoughts and visit my dreams,

You sit beside me by the lakes and walk along the streams,

Your face and voice follow me wherever I am,

Innocent when tranquil and wise in bedlam.

It may be over, but the end is not in sight

Being with you is wrong but I can't seem to make it right. 

Doomed Love

The object of affection takes no blame for it's stature
It is worshipped unasked, undeterred by it's demeanor
The moth and the flame knowingly await their fate
In the lover and the loved there is a compulsion
Submission to oneself versus devotion to the other. 

Fallen Angel

In your eyes I see infinity,
far more beautiful than all the galaxies.
I see stars, dancing  across the horizon of your eyes
The moonlight glows from the inches of your skin
 & within the circumference of your arms does Heaven lie

The tale of time

I have veils of tears in my eyes
Unspoken words on my lips
& whirlpool of memories in my head
They tell me 'do' then they tell me' don't'
It is not I, but this pen that's compelled to express my state
I am stuck in an hourglass, watching the sands slip, awaiting my turn to fall
You look but do not speak
Trapped within the bars of your own World
Have you not seen a hunger like yours in my eyes?
But you would not trade material for an ounce of feminine sentiments,
Hypnotized you walk away, leaving me to my emotional drama,
Lost like a child, I stare in disbelief,
Observing you fade from the purview of my life.

Lunacy

All that's missing on this perfect moonlit night is you & the open sea.
Where you are just a fading outline,
& there's only the ripples of the lunar glow streaming across the waters & me.

The crippled pa-pillion

Forsaken

A shroud of silence takes over as though the heart has forsaken it's rhythmic dance. The streets stand damp & darkness stains it miserable. Cold barren hands I warm against myself gazing at the nothingness around me. How empty is my world without you or your demons to keep me alive!

I call upon your devils to return in vain, expecting nothing within my expectations. The stars glisten as the winds howl. Everything stands in it's place except I. Once broken from the root of my soul, stranded I am like a leaf blown away.

Dipsomaniac

You are a companion like Alcohol
Bitter to swallow, but numbing to the senses
Your deceitful comfort lets me drown into intoxication
And the seduction enslaves to addiction,
You are but poison that's killing me slowly-destroying me inside-out. 

Pieces on Fire

Here are the pieces of my heart
Broken & set ablazed for you
Hope they scald your skin the way you burnt my soul!

Futuristic thoughts

Depression is not a mental illness. It is simply the manifestation of 'failure to self-actualise' by attaching importance to external agendas that ultimately collapse.

The Shake

The Universe calls us to the truth every now & then.
It is upto us to acknowledge that awakening or return to our slumber.

Frozen

Days pass but not empty of your thought

Your accustomed winter chills my blood

Freezing the snow covered chambers of this heart

Your pain like smoke chokes my breath

Your unceasing darkness clouding & drowning me under to an unseen world

The bleeding scars reminisce a rose rend by it's own thorn

See that blood sweep over the sheath of my love?

I now carry it's stain, the very substance of your life!

Kiss me so I can live, or kill me so I can die,

Leave me not in this misery of owning you & possessing nothing.

(18-10-12)

The Flame

There's a fire within me that's hotter than any flame outside.
Shall I fear the burn when this flesh has no sensation left!

Seductively Bound

Tears of blood fall into dry desert where poisoned flowers grow.
Grows thereon a fruit That entices with it's ripeness & ensnares with a promise.
The flavor stirs an insatiable hunger gently incurring a venomous death.
Lost control & Fallen like a feather into my world, of shadows & dreams.
Treacherous desires hold captive under the sea of forbidden passion.
Devour Unfathomed till you Plunge into my dark & embrace Infinity.

Artiste

She is a canvas for my thoughts
Swirling the hues through & over her emotions
Every stroke veils a tale of love.
And the colors express emotions forbidden to language.
Her silken beauty inspires the brushes to dance in her palette.
& only the dark knows that I paint with her light.
With a virtuoso touch, I turned into an artist & She became my Art.

Perfume

Your memory like fragrance fills the room of my heart with fire
You are the scent my soul longs to wear.

Fairy tales

Love marriages should be entitled
'They lived happily ever'
Because that's how all fairy tales end.

Lover of Fantasy

Don't ask where us writers get our inspiration from,
We are faithless wanderers of unspeakable passions.