I was haunted by the hollow of my hand
What is in it. Why
I was disfigured by the death in my eyes
Who died. Why
I was shattered by the quivering of my soul
How did it happen. Why
I was looking at the curve of my lips
Which way did they go. Why
I sat with myself once
I danced with myself once
I dreamed within myself once
Who was I supposed to be. Why



After the dawn broke she looked at the sun as it was coming up and said I will have nothing to do with love.

And as the dusk turned blue into a dusty hue of pink and grey. She looked at the moon and said I will have everything to do with love.

A Giant Ball….


This world is a giant ball. Of people and things. And garbage. A heap of feelings that turn a person into a pile of garbage.

It is a giant ball, that rolls and rolls and as it does, it gathers more garbage and feelings and things. They all get stuck to it. They all get stuck.

They don’t let go.

So it is a giant pile, a giant ball of so many things that mean something and they mean nothing. It is all a pretext. But not forgetfullness.

It is a rolling mass. Of so many troubles. And so many dreams and fantasies. It is a rolling ball of dirt and in this dirt we sleep.

We don’t have any way of escape, we can’t go anywhere.

So we become spectators. And we cheer and gleam and stand up because it is afterall a giant ball..of so many things.  Our giant ball--us

Wistfully Yours


Dear Vacuum,

No Really I don’t even know who or what I am addressing hence the name Vacuum. It has been a long long time…just really very long since i addressed anything..or any subject like it. But today i am forced. I am forced out of mood to say it all today.

Now dear Vacuum i would not be completely lying to you if i say that i do not know exactly how you feel or what you go through being *Vacuum*. I know it must be hard and not easy for you to be so.

I say this because, well it all is vacuum. Everywhere..it is vacuum. Feelings, life..what not…everything. No i am not being a cynic or an ungrateful half wit. I am simply telling that what i see and feel.

Life is not always robust. Sometimes it gets giddy! At other times it just…goes on. Like this and that. It doesn’t ask for anything not does it tell about anything until the last moment. The very last moment.

There are things and people and places. All so far away. But all so…lustrous that one simply can not resist. At least not all the time. One wants all…but seldom gets all. Or anything for that matter.

But what will you understand…huh after all you are nothing but vacuum. Empty vapors that is!

But yes..there are days i simply can not hold in..and others when all i can do is keep holding it in. I see colors and i see shades. But that is just for my eyes..and through my eyes. I know not what colors the others see…or for that matter what shades, but i see them. I fear that if i touch them…they will turn to vapors…into vacuum, like you.

I see light and i want it. I long for it, i am after all scared of the dark like everyone else. But again..i fear if i get it i will turn it into ugly bleakness.

And if there is a pretty mirror…huh well i have not the strength to collect all the shattered glass.

But what is it..i am not sure. I…

That is all that is left.

Sounds, scents ans senses…all fade or i think they fade before i get acquainted with any of them.

I am not sure if this is it, but i don’t know what else there would be.

Wistfully Yours


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It Rained In Here Today!


Last rain all faded away..all faded past

All swept from the memories, all images gone

And waiting for nothing more than a new day to dawn

Maybe it will rain today,maybe it wont

But waiting for a rain to pour..pour the feelings out

Here it is sunny but cold

Here it is…blurry and bold

Here it is no season at all

Here are blood and knives and guns

But here is rain yet none

But waiting for a pour…

To pour it all away

And then who knows, the maiden may sway

Memories may rush in..or back

Or new memories made

But downpour will come today

It rained in here today!



Life and feelings are like a twister. One that does not always come clean. One that never just completely leaves or get done…but keeps coming back.

Like and feelings..huh!

These two go hand in hand..like the two wings of a butterfly..equally fragile.

They will never understand me..i know. But what can be done. You can close your eyes for a minute or two or peace or relief. Or momentary joy.

But joy is a hard fish to catch. Maybe not for all..but not always for none.

Everything comes and just like that it goes.

Only somethings stay..like the scent of perfume on your skin…but then even that gets washed off.

But yes a twister…it comes ferociously and goes like that too..but doesn’t completely goes…it leaves behind an ache…a grinding mess..a tear or many.

Life and feelings…you combine these two and you get a twister.

I know none will get me…none at all…but they don’t matter. No they don’t!