the flowering plant

a tiny plant
takes multiple shapes
just arrived
a tiny undergrowth
healing the fauna
a herbaceous flora
when rebellious
a weed for sure
when flowering
a pretty sight

uproot the plant
replant in an unknown soil
let the other plants compete
with it
for space, water and attention of the caregiver
dont water it adequately
dont give it love.care.concern
dont appreciate it for trying
ask it to adapt to new soil
again and again
question and shout at it for not blooming flowers
ask it to adapt to the new soil asap
ask it to be like the others around
ask it to be happier and not just ok with new environment
and when it doesnt bloom
shout again
stop watering totally
shout again
tell the other plants how incompetent this plant is
still wonder why it is not blooming
inject numbing serum

the plant will breathe
but not live
it will flower
but not frag-nate
it will grow
but not develop

a healing herb, a flowering shrub, a tiny pain-in-the-ass weed

green and flowering, numb and lifeless

a plant, like many others, dies, and still lives.

- 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

Few Vs New

For the smile will fade away

And the agonies will die
You and me de-part ways 

With only few memories to live by..

Those days will not be with us,

Neither will be the nights we cried...

Nobody will crib anymore

Nobody will say that none tried..

I will be my own guiding light

People would often hear us say 

Will stride through each struggle each fight

And sometims let d feelings sway

Sounds will disperse in the air, 

Images wil turn colourless soon

But one fine day we might wonder in despair

Wat went wrong as we sit by the moon

When familiar faces will pass by us, 

We will stop by and turn 

To see what is messing the head, 

Slowly let the ashes in our hearts churn..

Will we meet again? We don't know,

Never be the same that's so true..

Times apart will make us grow,

Memories few will be shadowed by new..

This is the way things happen around, 

Few are lost as few are found..

For d present is what should b lived 

Ones around in time to be cherished

-Diary of an Oxymoron 

Closures

I need a shovel. 

To dig a grave. 

To burry these memories. 

I have to be brave. 

Brave to fight myself & you

Memories so lovely, yet so few

Those smiles so rare

That I could cry

Those tickles so crazy

Difficult to find even if I retry

Brave to fight myself & you

From red to blue

That walk along road less traveled

Unraveled treasure

That drive to d near by store

Unspoken pleasure

Brave to fight myself & u

How we grew

Those fights so cruel

I miss them now

Those silent duals

Fluttering in me somehow

Brave to fight myself & u

That's how the wind often blew

Stood by there for other to know

Presence was pleasure

Good & bad both times unseen

Nobody 2 measure

Brave to fight myself & u

Drops of dew

You kiss n tell what to keep

For m at crossroads

You point me out in wat 2 weep

For m carrying loads

Brave to fight myself & u

Start a anew

You kiss n tell what to keep

For m at crossroads

You point me out in wat 2 weep

For m carrying loads

Brave to fight myself & u

Start a anew

Myself & u

To fight myself & u

The world I give no care

I need a shovel to dig this grave

Don't ask me if it's anymore fair!

-Diary of an Oxymoron