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

That Bright Darkness

Is it a crawling snake 
That i can see with my eyes shut 
Or do I need to use a shiny rake
To polish the loose ends of my senseless gut 

The darkness around is darkness inside
That resonates every now and then
Sooner or later I will have to decide
To embrace or reject it from within

The birds have stopped chirping now
And the trees stand unshaken
All I see is a raised up brow
With hoards of words waiting to be taken

The sudden rush brings joyful trouble
In this dark painful body of work
Eyes rubbed again to rid off the bubble
Trying to shed of the inside Berk

Creaks of the window are in pain
Without the wind playing a role
The glass is lost & wood is in stain
Nobody looks at the unattended pole

Pages flying in the head
Are they a figment of imagination too
Lying on desk, sitting on bed
Asking why when the question is who

The snake crawls near
And starts growing in size
Bravely face it without any fear
Or wear a veil and disguise

No sign of light, but fire within
Cz fear is lived to reach freedom
Don't burst the thought yet with that pin
Prematurity here would be just so dumb

The darkness around is darkness inside
For fire originates in you
Convert it in light and let it reside
In words long lived, even if a few

Is it a crawling snake
You can continue to question forever
Or puff the snake & his venom
And cherish the poison in you, in you..

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Questions

And you ask me if I want it. 

What's the fun in questioning 

When all I will do is run away! 

Questions haunt me

And you ask me why the pain

What is good to question about it

When all I expect is you to know it

Because, questions haunt me

And you ask me what I need in life

What is good to questions wants 

When all I want is to sail through towards

Because, questions haunt me

And you ask me why I react as I do

What is good to question escapism 

When all I want is somebody to bring me back

Because, questions haunt me

And you ask me when will I decide

What is good to question d reactions 

When all I want is to enjoy actions alone

Because, questions haunt me

And u ask me how I see the future 

What is good to ques the un arrived

When all I want is 2 cherish the time together

Because, ques haunt me

And you ask, oh you ask

Answering to me has always been panicing task

Why wonder when I m here, why think hard

Because, questions haunt me!

The book of life, should not question

As if there weren't tests otherwise enough 

You ask, you wonder, you ques, I gasp

It Sounds tough!

It's a wish, you make 

It's a pain, put at stake 

It's a journey, then why future we wonder

Give in to moment, just.. Just surrender

Because, questions haunt me

- Diary of an Oxymoron