Smoking,
eyes glazed,
J after J.

Flying.

Oh how its gonna kill you
this thing
Thats keeping you alive.

Echoes
of hurried whispers,
giggles in an
old ruined house.

Unsteady hands
that once
steadied yours
fingers intertwined.

Monsoons
when we used to dance
now spent in
a dark smoke-filled room.

Tight embrace
fingers running
along a collarbone
now a lost feeling.

I hate you
for showing me
happiness,beauty
that doesnt last.

Empty face
you mean nothing to me
you're just another
sepia memory.

3 am stillness,
acrid tasting.
Sleepless
moist eyes burn.
Fingers,toes
curl inward.
Cancerous pain..
Swallowed.

Gimme a blanket
Its cold here.

Ooo I'm walking on the ceiling
I'm looking up at the floor
I'm laughing,happy
singing out loud.

Colours race
through my head
Rainbow bubbles
I blink-they pop

Oh how good it feels
my mind's empty
I'm levitating,
I'm riding through space

Exaggerated emotions
strangely lack feeling
The world's fuzzy
so much better this way

Ooo I'm walking on the ceiling
I'm looking up at the floor
I'm laughing,happy
singing out loud.

Scowl

Let me be rude
Let me snap
and let it hurt.
Allow me to pretend
I can rid myself
of this frustration
by passing it on to you.

From a tea leaf to a human

I have given
All I had
and all that was expected of me.

My life is complete.

I have been boiled
till all my colour drained out
leaving me pallid and weak.
I have been squeezed mercilessly
to yield the last drop of my flavour.
I have lived not for myself
but for you,
and now I'm reduced to
nothing but manure.

My friend...
our lives are the same.
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p.s. definitely not one of the better ones,but thought I'd post it anyway.

I've got
writer's block.
Aiyyooo.

Man has been reduced,or rather
moulded into plastic puppets
leading a life controlled by
green paper notes
and traffic signals;
a life of alcohol,merry-making
and 'social bonding' over the weekends;
of long discussions about politics,
new movies and gossip;
where hypocrisy fills every word
spoken or otherwise.
And when the five senses begin to rust
due to disuse
some find solace in Meditation
or Chopin's Nocturnes
still others find comfort
in the beauty and purity
of a rain-washed leaf.

Cut off abruptly
By the sharp click.
Stung.

What a fool I am
to imagine
that you need me.

Behind the lonely yellow,
the penumbra darkens
Shadows overlap like
A mosaic of memories.

Jumbled thoughts
dance to
the solemn Nocturne
in A minor.

The single candle
stands upright.
The fixed gaze
sees the prismed hues.

Black dazzling horizons
where hot ice burns
in the heart
of the sun.
The waters churn,
The tide rises,
in a desperate attempt
to touch the sky.
Embers of fire
crackle wildly.
Succumb to
its chilling warmth
Yield,give way
in passionate Surrender.

Awake,
with nebulous thoughts.
Inexpressible sorrow
shared...
with a crimson moon.

A tender mind...
bruised.

Innocence...
charred.

A childhood...
lost.

The last ray
of the sun
kisses the sky.

You and I.

The rest of the world
collapses
into nothing.

The evening bathes
In the dull grey light
Silent,sultry
as the scale turns minor.

Watch
the water droplets
Stagnate
on oily grease.

Voices..
that never meld.
Wounds..
that dont bleed.
Trying to smoothen
the rough,jagged edges
but in vain.

staccato notes sound
fortissimo,with drums on fire
red and white flames
rise and fall
the acid burns,
as emotions
play carelessly.
for this time,
the salve refuses to soothe.

the yellow halo
shimmers,
with a blinding light
in a pool of blue

dazzling,
burning,
every eye
that dares to look

the fiery ring,
impenetrable,
is but
a protective shield

defiant,
triumphant,
it guards
what lies within.

childhood fantasies,
glorious dreams,
sharing jokes,
laughing hard

exam stress,
staging plays,
sports practice,
we've been through it all

comfort when needed,
in times of defeat
"after all...
there's always a next time"

yet,at other times,
gorging on ice-cream
smiling triumphantly
celebrating victory

we part ways today,
but who knows
maybe tomorrow
we shall meet again.

and there will be
a world of memories
waiting to be
revisited.

the flashing neon lights,
the kaleidoscopic dance floor,
the pulsating rhythm
of high-speed techno....

I let myself go.