If life was simple

If life was that simple,
universe wouldn't have been this complicated
algebra would have been everyone's cup of tea
and a cup of tea wouldn't have been this hard to master

If life was that simple,
faces and phases would have been easily deciphered
symbols would have been universal
and meanings would be similar to actions 

If life was that simple,
the journey from naiveness to maturity would have been smooth
a book would be same for everyone
and everyone would have a similar story

life wasn't supposed to be simple
it will never be
and the beauty of it lies in acceptance
of realities and moving on, bravely. 

- Diary of an Oxymoron
(NY Chapter)

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?

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Words

Epiphany
Same story syndrome
Moonlit sky

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

- Diary of an Oxymoron

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


- Diary of an Oxymoron

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

- Diary of an Oxymoron

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

- Diary of an Oxymoron

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

- Diary of an Oxymoron