he asks me where i live
i think about it for a minute or couple
thoughts linger on...
i am sucked into another realm
not in this one for sure
i know i have that far-away look in my eyes
colours swirl all around me
it looks more like the time machine movie
no i am still rooted to the earth
feet feel the clayee soil beneath
purple veins and strands of hair cover me
black and long...
or at least thats what they seem
on closer inspection
eye sight dwindles
like a slow permeation
i am frail, scared
of where what I'm feeling might take me
(i wonder whether there's anything worse than being afraid of your own feelings)
then he disappears
like a bad dream
pushed away
or dissolved into nothingness
life takes shape
i blow my friends birthday balloon
pink hearts float away
Thursday, August 21, 2008
too green for comfort
ved vyas! my school house colour.
true patriot.
stuck on.
even after i left for New Zealand.
'course the country being bathed in green had its hand to play.
the dawn of eating my spinach and broccoli followed.
until i realized it was faux pas.
nostalgia got the better of me,
i returned.
made new friends in college.
now they all knew.
My 16th birthday gifts:
peacock feather earrings,
green livestrong band,
shiny disco ball looking belt,
of course, they couldn't have forgotten the green in it,
i was beginning to get a little nauseated.
20, still attracted to things green
but life has been harsh sometime
and i know green can also get toxic then and again...
true patriot.
stuck on.
even after i left for New Zealand.
'course the country being bathed in green had its hand to play.
the dawn of eating my spinach and broccoli followed.
until i realized it was faux pas.
nostalgia got the better of me,
i returned.
made new friends in college.
now they all knew.
My 16th birthday gifts:
peacock feather earrings,
green livestrong band,
shiny disco ball looking belt,
of course, they couldn't have forgotten the green in it,
i was beginning to get a little nauseated.
20, still attracted to things green
but life has been harsh sometime
and i know green can also get toxic then and again...
a time destined...
of a time so clear in my minds eye
summers humid earth
sweet drops beaded up
the thrill of swiping them clean
fingers entwined in a deep reverie
dusk sunshine streams through
curls and soft caresses wait
in anticipation of a time destined
summers humid earth
sweet drops beaded up
the thrill of swiping them clean
fingers entwined in a deep reverie
dusk sunshine streams through
curls and soft caresses wait
in anticipation of a time destined
Monday, June 9, 2008
Ode to My Monsoon
Love is in the air.
Muck, slush, cloudy skies, yes...
Yet green freshness fills the air
with its sweet perfume.
I never remember being at peace with Zeus.
All alone
completely incomplete
Longing tugs
an empty space within
Yet the monsoons making me feel
at peace, with myself...
like a soothing balm, washing away
my insecurities, loneliness, fear and doubt
Sublime. Whole. Content.
Muck, slush, cloudy skies, yes...
Yet green freshness fills the air
with its sweet perfume.
I never remember being at peace with Zeus.
All alone
completely incomplete
Longing tugs
an empty space within
Yet the monsoons making me feel
at peace, with myself...
like a soothing balm, washing away
my insecurities, loneliness, fear and doubt
Sublime. Whole. Content.
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