Knowing Me...

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If I say I'm just a teenager leading a life as normal as it can get, I sort of defy what I stand for. Its not all that easy but it has its moments. I like those moments when they come along and they bring with them a significant amount of emotion, which I only began expressing in words at age 7. Since then, its all about the writing. It gets to certain people and some just don't get it! But I think that its important for me to write because that is maybe the only talent that exists in me [not denying the presence of good enough speech to win a few here and there =P] There is little I know and there is much I simply yap about but I make sure that if its really got to be said, it better be said, however in the wrong or right. I feel much. There are lot of things I plainly observe and those are sort of the things that I adore writing about. I'm inspired by minute details and small things that have a huge impact much later on. There is much more to me that most know and many have bothered not about. Not like I want them to. But I'd like to be known. And that's what I think I stand for, being known beyond what is known. =D

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

IN and OUT

Thank you, Gauri Saxena. This is for and from you.

Breathing is living.
Breathe, and you're alive.
You're a small speck in
a large universe but
you're still alive
just as long as you breathe.

Forget that the world is watching,
but remember every day that
you're always a part of it.
Forget that there are battles to fight
but not the fact that your right to victory
was etched in stone
the day you chose to start living.
Forget that there is anything
that is worth loving more,
caring for more, cherishing more
and making more your own than yourself
but know, deep down and on the surfaces,
that you are what makes your world
turn full circle - its all a pattern.

You may never find a basis or a
ground to rest your feet on,
but there is always a pillow
to crash into each night.
You may never discover the meaning
of life or existence or faith or truth,
but there are joys and sorrows and pains,
trials and tribulations, waiting
to work you into their design
with every swish of the brush.
You may make mortal memories
that you can never rehash or lay
claims on their immortal existence
but none of it matters -
just so long as
you never forget
to remember
to breathe.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

2 a.m. Phone Call

Today we’ll call it death
death of the night.
The television still rings in her eyes
the neon lights deafen her still.
Past the point of no return.

She smells in the air
the hope, lingering.
She’ll sleep in an hour more.
She’ll kill another minute.

Knives of iron-clad will,
and soft brushes of the wind
to finish off the top coat.

It’s done. Or so she thinks.

Maybe there’s another battle
somewhere on the horizon.
Maybe she’ll chance another duel
and get her way with life.

With a caress and a touch
a soft balmy kiss comes crashing down
and the evidence swept
under the menacing moon.

Maybe she’ll chance upon rebellion
of the coffee and rust underneath her skin.
The silence is within
but the television is still on mute
and she says she didn’t try.

It happened. And today
she’ll turn mass murderer
serially killing
all her nights with a whiff
of a dice-rolled fate
and the shadows of the light.

It’s the dead of night
and the night is dead.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Good Day

It is a good day
to look at life, unbungled
Free of traffic jams
In the concrete jungles
Full of spring air
and summer freshness.
It is indeed a good day
For life.

Its a good day to figure
Plans for today and
dreams for tomorrow
Hope for rain
and not its companion sorrow
Its a good day indeed
To figure ourselves into life.

Its a good day
to chronicle the big disappointments
Half assed efforts
Some missed appointments
Death, war, destruction
everything in between
Its a good day indeed, to be

And yet let it not be seen
For these good days are
Often few and far between
But when the last one comes
and let it be today that that should be
Because today, we're ready
Not to break down and cry
but to smile, shrug, and with a sigh
Accept - c'est la vie.