I can’t cross shores.
My system deflates,
At every disappointment.

Selfish crab.
Snapping away at everything around you,
Clawing your way into people’s lives.
When you catch something,
You hold on and can never let go.
Your shape,
Grotesque as your thoughts.

Soft muzzle,
Too soft, too fragile, too sincere,
Contrasts your fake exterior.

This I am to everyone.
I drive you away,
With my touch, a pinch.
I drive you,
My shell is not what I want to be.

I live without pretension now,
Yet afraid my every step will hurt.
But the tide is too strong,
I can’t help being muddled up,
Forgive my sins, unintentional.

I can’t help but survive,
Searching ashore for my kind,
They surface once in a while,
Yet get washed away.

The breeze against my face,
I watch this struggling crab,
If only it had a voice.

There she lies,
The shroud changes colour.
My eyes upon her
I can see no longer.
Blurred,
Demurred,
I try to blend in,
But alas, not without her.

Growing cold,
It isn’t so hard to stay away
In a crowd.
Lights ablaze,
A documentary of happiness.
And all I can see
Are your colours.
Black and white,
Pebbles, grass, primitive skies, candy.

My hooded trust,
Will never return.
Bodies crawl,
Screeching fingernails,
Clicking tongues,
Gaudy laughter.
Lust for impregnation,
Craving, craving,
Slash my canvas.

Aida,
Saved from being bought,
You lie there,
Peaceful and serene,
Brows relaxed,
Austere, Unknown.
Drained cistern,
Wand of change,
Fused colours,
Wavering constancy,
Black.

Hope leaves hope,
Rising to occasions,
My perfect me.

Crimson

Weakness,
joyful intolerance.
Ambiguity,
nonsensical laughter.
Varnish,
blind spot.
Redemption,
an escapist.
Revival,
cosmic galaxies.
Rebirth,
Karma.
Carnations,
crimson rivers.

We small people,
you and I,
swimming in each other's conscience,
happy yet contained,
innocent yet alert,
lost yet found.

Neither do I have,
neither do you possess,
we still walk together,
unaware of the "bigger" people's judgement.

A craning logic,
a didactic contradiction,
waiting for appraisal,
throwing scorn upon us,
never crossing your path.

Sometimes I cry,
ask why us?
But you say no,
possessing more,
they are the ones who should shed a tear.

We small people,
live within ourselves,
ask for nothing,
only take from each other.
But still,
why do the bigger ones pry?

Falling leaves

A crisp thought.
How does it feel?
Close your eyes and you could go anywhere.
In touch with the present and knowledge.

Waiting in the lobby,
Tensed fingers,
Curled up like knotted weeds,
Shallow and fast breaths.

Present and future,
A dream for its sake,
The cool breeze flowing through your fingers,
Destination or an encounter?

Drive me away, far away,
Where nature isn’t just a word.
Where beauty co-exists with man,
And not physically.

Wouldn’t you cross over, my dear?
A deserved choice,
A deserved chance,
This present can be anything.

Go back
recast yourself
don't return
until you're done...

If this is all you can offer
re-varnish yourself
from the bottom
upto the top
scrub scrub.
Scoop out the indifference,
drain out the silence,
unsculpt what moulds your body,
reload and reframe.

Take in the sarcasm,
take out the pain.
Blend into harmony,
view life though unstained glass.
Untangle those webs,
dream of an eternity.
Drive into a luxurious calmness,
drink up the elixir of beauty.
Visit those sanctuaries of art,
walk alone.

Recast, remould,
imagine, experience,
drown, fathom,
condescend, contact.

The immensity of the realisation,
Makes you bow down.
Clap for yourself,
This is no ordinary task.
Gulp it down with your age.
Years of “suffering” have prepared you,
For what is yet to come.
But if this is your metamorphosis,
You roam around naked.

If the sun should drown you with its rays,
The sea, choke you with its freshness,
The sands of time, evolve your thoughts,
And Nature, encircle you with her passion for life,
Would you be prepared to embrace it all when the time comes?
This sadness, this sadness, this sadness,
What is it?
What is it,
If you do not SEE all that belongs to you.

My sweet drinker,
Do not turn back.
Those fears have long perished,
Perished like the ashes of your fore-fathers.
Reminders don’t make one strong,
Only extend the battle’s perpetual night.
This crown of self-denial,
Takes a grotesque shape with every acceptance.
The glory of your position,
Intoxicates you.

A life, this life, your life,
Is all that is yours.
Pushing it away,
Only doubles its importance.
Dream of that paradise,
Drown yourself into your passion,
Dust away that past.
This river of life turned sweet,
On your acknowledging its existence.

You arrive each time
to empty your head
from the three-month drive.
A white blankness confronts us
and we see only silhouettes.
We could never really know,
what you do.
And our queries are answered,
only through your physical emotions.

Your arrival each time,
enters my dark box with colours.
And suddenly I become like i once was,
a playful child following your every footstep.
I still do, if not literally.
The stopper is unplugged,
everytime you smile.
A whole new world opens up to me,
everytime you speak.
But then again,
its time to leave.

Your departure each time,
leaves behind a trace.
These traces I cling to,
and it changes my world.
And though you're gone and I know you'll come back,
I still think of you every day.
Because I know those traces are black spots
on the white blankness.