Writing

Its been a while i have written
Its been a while i jotted down a rhyme
I stand here at another crossroad
Gazing at the speed of time

The year that was & one that will
Are both staring me with round eyes
Of aww & shock, of surprise & hope
Of hellos and the goodbyes

Another quest in search of answers
To the curious self has started
Some moments are awaiting with arms wide open
And some have hopefully departed

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Lullaby

I write yet again
A lullaby
For the chaotic mind
Rolling back & forth playing blind

A lullaby
To sing to my ears a musical rap
Of situations
And the so called sweet trap

A lullaby
To numb the pumping blood
Numbing the red
Unsaying out loud the often said 

A lullaby
To gear up for circus
Entering the clown town of the brain
Let it rain, down the drain

A lullaby
Slowly soothing the mind
Into a sleep so sound
A thought process, not so profound 

A lullaby
Sweet soothing musical mystery of mind
A lullaby 

-Diary of an Oxymoron

She & Her

She and Her.. fight
Very often
A battle of silence
Driving each other to extremes
Its Emotions vs Logic
Innocence vs Maturity
A battle of senses
Sponge vs Strength
Empathy vs Clarity
Very often
She and Her.. fight
A battle in darkness
Of the night

-Diary of an Oxymoron

Moments

The lies that blind us
And the ones that bind us
All surrounding
Like a cocoon of moments
Worth living with? 

To those who cant see
That realities are a reflection
Of these moments lived
Worth having? 

The ties that bind us
And those that grind us
Of being something one isnt
Worth giving? 

To those who cant be
Their selves they wish to be
In these moments lived
Worth doing? 

- Diary of an Oxymoron

crevices and corners

the creak in the wall
reflects the gaps in my head
slowly filling in, not with truth
with dust of the realities instead 

I sit beside this noisy road
ideas rushing one nerve at a time
looking forward to destination far ahead
yet wondering why this poetry doesn't rhyme 

It is the journey we need to cherish
people often say it out loud
am i missing the point i think?
or there is a cloud hanging above the already present cloud

the creak in the wall
that I am staring at
looks back at me with laughter
It reminds me of the world
not proper, not perfect
it reminds me of how I am
imperfect, yet present, in the present conflict

The tea is cold
and so are the thoughts
waiting for a eureka moment to happen
about to get up
and take that leap,
for the sake of
filling with MY reality, the damn creak! 

Do it, right now. 

- Diary of an Oxymoron

She wrote

She wrote
Cz
There was a voice in her
That didnt let her sleep
She wrote 
Cz
There was a noise in her
That wanted to take that leap
She wrote
Cz
In writing, she found herself
And lost too
She wrote
Cz
Thats all she knew 

-Diary of an Oxymoron
(NY Chapter)

I'm Perfectly Imperfect

You will never be perfect
For everyone around
Neither
Will you be appreciated
By all
The goal of life still remains
To be perfect
For your own self
Cz at the end
Thats the person you face daily
In the mirror
Of your soul.. 

Cherish still
Cz, if
You cant be perfect
Then be just perfect
Perfect in the imperfect self
Happier. 

- Diary of an Oxymoron
(NY chapter)

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)