Something akin fear,

Swims in his

China blue eyes.

Several moons hang,

Almost full,

In his china blue eyes.

I wait for

His severe beauty

To break me down,

Instead

Tears well up,

And now something akin sadness

Swims in his eyes,

And I look away.

Old friends,

float around

in the outer bounds of the greens

That is my failing memory.

And I am whole today,

Supported by the bright

Plank of time.

Forgetful

of the once green friends.

me at 24

My sweet cousin of 13,
says with a sigh
I want to forget
those days of black and white.

It’s a strain on my nerve he says
to think of all those things.
and i loved her he says
and she never loved me.

of black and white it seems
the days now in my dreams.
and I bleed and it hurts
and she has left me.

I tell him o sweet brother of mine
it gets worse than this.
the black and white will twine
and make a gray abyss.

and you are still young and whole,
you should see what’s within me.
one bright eye and behind that
a decade worth of dead bodies.

or just like this may be!!!

Shadows on my hills,

Shadows on my window sill,

And the purple purple clouds,

Pass over without.

Glancing my way,

Just like your violet eyes.

And I die like the rain.

And tonight it will

Be dry

Just like your violet eye

On

Your side of the bed.

Shadows on my hills,

Shadows on my window sill,

And the purple clouds

Pass over without.

Seeing

Violet skies and

Violet eyes,

Look to me to ask,

If I

Am willing to live without,

Your violet eyes.

And this season of flux,

Sudden rains,

And sudden droughts,

I look to see the sky.

And

Shadows on my hills,

Shadows on my window sill,

And the purple purple clouds,

Pass over without.

Glancing my way,

Just like your violet eyes.

And I die like the rain.

And tonight it will

Be dry

Just like your violet eye

On

Your side of the bed.

And from where I stand,

Purple clouds sing and dance,

From the ceiling.

And this time,

They stay awhile,

As I cry and cry and smile

Through the purple purple clouds.

There are times,
When,
Alone in me
I see so much.

My own shadow and I meet,
And I am loving,
And I am hurting
But only within me.

My silence talks back to me,
And promises are made,
And spring blossoming,
And I am a woman again.

Till I open my eyes,
And see that I am still stuck in the gray.

8 things about meeeeeeeeeeee!!

My mother was almost going to die while giving birth to me.

I am a virgin.

I think I am a virgin cos my mother was almost going to die giving birth to me.

I love young boys, especially if in uniform…sigh!!

Astrologers have predicted that by the time I turn 40 I will renounce the material world and become a sanyasi (spiritual leader)

They have also predicted I will probably marry twice….(no wonder I will renounce the material world)

I have always felt that I will never be able to have babies.

I have diabetes and high blood pressure and am only 24.

The warm marshmallow dream you had last night,

Is Miss Lilly pink’s Creamy childhood.

She lived in a sweet pea and corn land

Your warm marshmallow dream changed into your day

Miss Lilly pink’s creamy sweet pea and corn land changed too.

Some say it rots at the mouth of our cynicism.

Pick out the worms,

Add some additives,

Add some colour,

Add some salt

And some pepper,

Fry it

Rinse it

Pickle it

Put it out in the sun.

Try it.

But Miss Lilly pink soon notices,

It still smells sharp and sour.

Melancholia you realize,

As your day begins.

It Rained on

The road last night (hard and unending it seemed),

on the lone lamppost outside my window.

It rained last night on the broken fairytale

On my window sill. (almost everywhere)

It rained on my dreams. (and they melted!)

And some others sprouted. (So soon I thought)

Where the road now,

Where the window.

I am naked now.

A little bruised here and there. (and all can see!!)

But I have said all this before.

And I have cried out the same name, (again and again and again….)

And I have said this all before.

And I have…..

attemts at Haiku - 2

Cold under the bed

amidst orange green red socks lie

pieces of red glass.

Red bottle falls like

my empty heart, breaks and gets

swept under the bed.