Do you?

Do you repent?
words
said, unsaid
defined, meaningless
unspoken, yet felt
spoken, but not felt

Do you cherish?
feelings
said, unsaid
long term, momentary
shared, euphoric
hidden, scared
Do you believe?
thoughts
said, unsaid
long term, random
discussed, celebrated
confused, chaotic
Do you?
be you?
or, a designed version
of you?

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Words

Epiphany
Same story syndrome
Moonlit sky

Callouts of dreams
Green and red
Laughter
Silence
Dead laughter
Counting
Countdown
Epiphany

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Painless Wound

It stays there
nomatter what
the stitchless sturture
Bleeds often
red, black, blue
painless,
that is in its nature

I cant recall
the incident
nor
the date, day, time
of the not-so-tragic fall
is it not important
or a lost cause
a bitter experience, sweet and sour

Medication?
Did i hear you right?
Hah! Not worth the penny spent
This painless jerk
resting on my skin
has lasted enough
to become hard to mend

I cant recall
what makes it bleed
nor
the trigger that stops the flow
It is not important
I guess I know
the joy
of the memory lapse
of the insatiable failure's glow

No cure
Or do I cherish the remains
of a memory long lost
For the pain
has ceased
and stain
intact
Makes me, Me, Me, Me
So hollow


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Same story syndrome

Describe it to me
A whole battle
Give me
An anecdote
Or a story
Lived

Theories
Realities
And the fuzzy linkages
Give me a point
Worth discussing
Again

A painless stitch
Is still unhealed
Over the
Wisdom box
Of mine
Give me a peck
Of the healing
Charm

Here i m
Listening
The not so usual
Process
Give me a phrase
Worth a
Chuckle

Fingers roam around
edges of
The round cup
Red cup
As clouds of pleasure
Surround
Give me
Another
Moment, to cherish

What do i give back then?
If you
Wonder
I laugh
Over
The unsaid, undone
Bah! Its all just the same

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hazy clarity

oozing out of the head
a silent war
knuckles crackle
as I go, type type
-
the headlines
dont make sense
footnotes
loose, lose, lost
-
sketching a picture
never seen
dramatic dullness
lullaby in spleen, numbing the skin
-
another tea
green in color
simmering the focus
into absent- mindedness
-
honk, or shout
into empty spaces
of the crowded vision
leading up to
nowhere?
-
nowhere?
or now-here?
scribble it off yet again
into a chaotic
blank slate

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tea & beer

too far
in the mind
a tea cup
and a beer undefined

sunshine and sea waves
spectacles and books
finding space
logic unhooks

momentary lapse
off the wisdom goes
a rollar coaster swirls
as the wind blows

queries pop up
and redness surrounds
will it be a memoir
or just a short story profound

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She & Routine

A silent prayer
has turned
into a high raise alarm
with sun still hiding
of the world
and she is here
feeling routine

snuggled up
along with a book
is now a dream
for she
is routine

dust beside the system
makes her feel regular
honking minds
chaotic crowd
for she feels
routine

black bags
black shoes
and that spark resides
inside
again a feeling
routine

dont think she is bored
but the normal curve
relates to dead
silently being led
to routine

she taps her feet
below the desk
awaiting a dance
again
because the usual norm is
routine

is routine so bad?
or is she not in tune
to the chords
of the life
driving her
to
monotony
cocooning the
butterfly again

routine


- Diary of an Oxymoron

आज फिरसे

आखें बंद करी
चेहरा मुरझाया है
आज क्या फिरसे
छाया गम का साया है

सब कहतें हैं नहीं है मेरे पास
कोई वजह गुमसुम रहने की
मेरा है जो हाल कभी
कौन समझ पाया है

हवा जो चलती है
लहराते हैं पत्ते कई
इस हवा के रुख के साथ
क्या बदला अपना परया है

मामूली लगते हैं मुझे
यह दुनिया के कीमती गुम्बद
इस शीशे सामान पिंजर मैं को
न जाने कितनो ने रुलाया है

न चाहिए मुझे कोई हाथ
जो रोक सके इस बिखरी हुई सोच को
मेरे इस बहते हुए व्यक्तित्व को
मेरे ही बनाये तिनके का सहारा है

खुशियां हैं मुझसे
और मैंने ही संभाले हैं अपने गम
इस रेत के सामान किनारे मन में
कौन सी लहर का व्यक्तित्व समा पाया है.

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Yet again, at Crossroads

fingers intertwined
a nervousness creeping in
here i am
yet again
at crossroads

the diagonal road
and the frictional thoughts
clash
like the titans
or
religions
yet again
at crossroads

how do u define
a state of mind
where
you are back to
square one?
yet again
at crossroads

at crossroads...


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