We smell of earth together,
Swathed in sweat and my screams.
We smell like the fresh scent of dew on grass,
A heady mix of sweet must and elusive rains.
We also swim in mists together,
We float, suspended in thick droplets of time.
We shine with energy like our souls were on fire.
We're like the ancient shaman smoke together,
Stolen from the holy saints' pyre...
We're in an alternate dimension together, a betrayal of time,
A betrayal of the calendar...

The green of our eyes embrace and make embers together,
.. (The fireworks of our mind)..


We soak in each others bodies,
While we play soul architects with each other...

We renaissance together,
We jade together,
In allusions, In silences, In sighs, In rhythms;
We dabble in our secrets together...

I'm scared now,
Maybe we should kill each other.

Its a lost forgotten evening.. So am I.. So is my blog.. So I'm writing here.. Again.. Wistfully.. Reticently.. Wondering who will visit me.. Who will read this.. And what that person will think..
I feel futile and lonely.. I don't feel this way much, so when I do, I almost cherish it.. Its like savouring tragedy.. Tasting a little bit of it and being glad that it is, indeed, a very little bit of it.. A phone call might in all possibility change how I feel, but I wont call one of those myriad smiling friendly faces. I sit alone, in a haze of words thinking about you..

Yes, you, you stranger.. The one who's reading this.. The more I think about you the scarier you seem,the more intimidating you seem.. You're reading this, reading me, randomly, on a whim.. You could be an old friend, an old lover, a cousin, a friend's friend's friend.. Or someone I have never seen and might never meet.. You're scaring me, what you think, what you feel, where you'll smile when you read me, where you'll scowl.. You'll wonder why, maybe because of the ambiguity of the whole situation, because I have put this thought out, but to only a page on the world wide web, and i won't know who'll be seeing this, reading this, feeling this.. Isn't it scary stranger?.. We're locked in a conversation and we'll not know each other's voice.. I'm feeling this and writing this and you're wrapped in my thoughts but if you look around you're just in a room of concrete and cement and I'm nowhere around.. I am reaching out to you, earnestly on a candid page on a random blog.. Scary wouldn't you say?.. Yes you're scary to me.. Perhaps because I am so curious.. I want to know you and see you and hear your voice, know what you're thinking, laugh with you, sit next to you, hold your hand and take walks with you on crisp autumn evenings, and on rainy days sit in my verandah that faces a lake and sip on brewed tea from my kitchen.. But I doubt this will happen.. Isn't that eerie?.. Here you know exactly how I feel about you and yet we might never meet or share or touch each other..! Right about now, after this earnestness you might even take pity and leave me a comment.. But I wish I could see your handwriting! Is it loopy? Is it round? Is it curly? Is it straight? Is it slanted? Do let me know, in those almost estranged words you'll leave me under 'comments', that too if you cared enough to read all of this!..

Who are you then?.. And what are we to each other?.. Are you lost to me and I to you?.. Are you too wondering so?.. This blog may have brought us that much closer but left me atleast pining for so much more stranger..

I'm scared of you tonight...
And no, I won't call anyone, I wont make myself feel better.. I'll prey on this masochism, because I don't want you to leave my thoughts so soon.. Stranger, I hope you dream of me too tonight..

Much Love,
Your Stranger.

Today...

Its been so despondent and lonely.. Not a leaf has stirred from its place all day... The sky was grey, but the coolness that is expected with grey, was overcome by a sticky humidity that charecterizes this city so well... The lake seems stagnant... Like someone was slowly sucking the life out of it... Its been a day without motives and reasons and hope... Just another one in a string of eternity... Just a day, a speck on the time line...

Its been a day when anything couldve happened and nature wouldnt care... The winds wouldnt stir today and the moon wouldnt shine bright enough for anybody... The buzzing of the mosquitoes is in place, against the whirring of my fan and the faint sounds of a television set somewhere... Occasionally the cars whizz past, causing the concrete to momentarily grunt under it.. The honking in the distance remind me of life in some corner.. And then every now and then, the train track comes to life with the rhythmic rumbling of the goods train... They rumble slowly.. Most of them are goods trains and have closed bogeys with no windows and they quietly make their way accross to somewhere i dont know of, and occasionally they hoot to remind god knows who of their existence..

Its been a day when so much couldve happened, but nothing did..
Its been justanother day....

The poems slipped from my toes
And leaked into the core of the earth
Where the brilliant boiling earth moulded them..

The sky turned the colour of the mistress' cheeks..
When her lover left her for his wife..

And I cried then for the sullen sky and the lost poems.
My tears were the colour green..
Charring my skin auburn
With each painful streak..

The willow tree sighed for its leaves..
For its stories..
The children dreamed dreams of gunshots and wounds
Smoking their stolen leaves..

My tired feet lifted themselves of the ground
(For the dripping poems.. I wept)
I called back the fair children to my side
And said I'd fractured my soul once too many..

They said to me it was their turn then to break.. And bleed..
I smiled.. Indeed..

In my womb I bred that song then..
Safe from the falling poetry..
Full with life, bursting at the seams....But my tears they were heavy
Like thick drops of time..
They scorched them that they touched..

And they fell on my body slowly..
Like a flood.. Without an end..
My everlasting end..

I drowned.. My song in my womb,
My wisdom in my soul,
My faith in my toes..
My hope on those children..

I drowned then...

Conversations with a Stranger...

I forgot I wasn’t walking with you anymore,
When I turned the last curb..
I forgot I was alone.
I forgot I had to leave you behind,
In a lonely whirl of smoke..

I feel that crushing pain in my thigh.
Where I had stopped hurting myself long ago,
I forgot why I had hurt before...

Strangers brought back pieces of me I hadn’t known;
(Or had I deceived my mind into leaving them behind?
For they had once punctured my soul..)

I forgot I wasn’t reason enough,
To catch you from the fall,
I forgot you weren’t my reason,
When I had lost myself to a ghost..

I forgot you’re not my joker,
And I the reason behind the smile (or the scars..)

I forgot another world existed ,
Of the past and bleeding roses..
I forgot all that I had to in order to feel your life..
In order to feel me shudder,
At an empty breath, at a lost sigh...

I forgot that Auburn was charred,
Because of the fire that smoked her life,
I forgot that your Green was also Black,
And Sapphire, our sky..

I forgot we had stopped in a moment,
From where time had taken its leave..
And it came back crashing,
When it found me, alone, in me..

If there were a reason,
To lose a stranger’s soul;
I would lose mine to you then..
And encase yours in my own..

I had forgotten though,
That there was no need for reasons,
In our world of smoke...
To kiss softly on idle bridges,
Under stars that were clefts till they shone...

I forgot to be another person,
I was freedom..
Lost in songs.. Found in songs..
In words of strangers,
In sighs of heavy hearts
In different layers of the same cake..
In your deep voice that reminded me of the forlorn...

I forgot I had dreamed too much..
Of smoked bricks and bamboo grass..

I forgot I had unlearned..
The feelings of the past..

Take me in, to only be...
To let go.. To only see..
That which I have forgotten..

To dream that which can never be, but is...
You and me...

We’ll be sapphire..
With diamonds that shine only for martyrs..

We would be,
Colours in a granite stone,
That seek to meet...

Make me feel,
The crushing pain of togetherness..
A depiction of this all.. Complete..
I will shiver then.. Again..
That shudder I had forgotten..
I will come, then, for You..
Complete..
Like that moment..
Peace..
I will shiver again..
Ecstasy..

I had forgotten you’re not my person,
Or me yours...

I had forgotten to hope for us,
I could keep you alive
Only in my songs...
Where leaves fell (like embers?) when we parted..
To the lilting haunt of a fair...
We would find the joker there,
Telling yet another tale...


Reflections... They’re easy to pine for..
But when you find them,
They’re only ghosts.. Like you..
Behind clouds of mist..
Where you will find yourself..
(With her?.. Falling.. Endlessly..
...In deep hollows of ash and stone..)

We are like smoke then aren’t we?
One beautiful mesh of directionlessness,
Emanating from a spot,
Which you could stare at forever...
Alas! Life, too long,
The burning embers too close to Death...

I’ll kill me then..
When I find me in that happiest hour of nothingness..
Where we find what we seek...
Nothingness...
Keep my body for a while,
Let it grow cold,
See the life fly out,
It will all be so beautiful..
We shall be embalmed in my smoke..
(My Soul...)
Keep some, stranger,
And breathe life into your dead rose,
It will never bleed again..
It will be my life,
(From before..
From when you promised me the silver snow...)

I wish you search the reasons too..
And what is said between our lines..
I will do you in for what you want..
Just do me.. For what I won’t..

Irony would be touched again..
It would be you and me..

I forget again....



22nd July, 2008.

Shiver...

My hands; kissed by a song,
Eyes, by water,
Cheek by wind..

My body touched with a shiver,
As I lie naked on the terrace..
My cigarette; my lonely freind,
Companion to myself,
As my solitude seeks me again..
My body at the disposal of the night
At the mercy of this storm...
My hair tingles my back,
I don't need a touch,
I'm in ecstacy;
Alone...

No man deserves pleasure at my expense,
No man deserves my scent,
My breath on his shoulder,
My warmth on his skin..
I will only hurt that which touches me,
Scorch his body with my repulse.

I have been left, incapable of feeling,
My body has been used for his hunger...

My brazen, exposed, self,
Does not respond to love or lust,
As I burn cigarette stubs on myself...

I look at the stel, cold, rail,
My soul stunted;
Devoid of hate, forgiveness or feeling...
I jump to the end..
The only End..

In my pool of silver blood I'm free..
No more smoke, storm or rain..
I'm free of my deception,
I am free of the soft pains..
I'm dying now..
My escape..

Welcome me with your cold arms,
My newest freind - Death...

Are you scared?

I 'm scared. I'm trying so damn hard. For so much. For such a lot. To be these things I want to be. To do these things I think I'm supposed to do. To have what I think I want. And yet, at the end of the day, I'm so ... detached.. I go to bed like a stranger to myself, a zombie in my body. Unable to comprehend all the questions life keeps throwing at me. Unable to understand the people who were there, who are there and who will never be anymore. I don't get it. And I'm so scared, because no one else seems to get it either, no one can take me through with this life except me. It's scary. After all the companionship and all the love, one still goes to sleep- alone. Absolutely alone. Only with themselves, because in your sleep there's no one there but you...

And yet, I wait. For someone to come, take my hand, tell me all I need to know and help me finish up. I wait. Thats when it hits me, that this isn't happening. That there were no fairy godmothers or geniis. Cinderella was hallucinating and Alladin must be stunted.

I'm scared because it's a very lonely world here. I'm scared because me and myself, we never got along very well, forget accepting it's just us..

And I'm just rambling through words now. Like we all ramble through life. Trying to make sense of it or just trying to live it somehow. Trying to figure it all out or battling through it all the way...

We're all an inconsequential speck on the timeline which has and will span billions of years. Where you and I will be lost. We're an inconsequential race to the infinite universe where there must be millions of other life forms in other galaxies and universes. Where nothing of us is known and no one cares. Scientists say that we know not of what was before the Big Bang or what will happen after the impending one. Probably there were more of you and me. Probably there are more of us. But eventually we will all be lost. Eventually.

... And yet.. I'm scared.. Are you too?

Hey this is an article i submitted for an assignment, for which the choice of topic was ones own, but it does very tersely and correctly portray my take on women's rights and feminism!

Ideas and theories intrigue one all the time, but to turn a thought into a full fledged argument is quite another.
While I sit here pondering over an assignment I've had a hundred 'ideas' go through my brain that have intrigued me a lot. Amongst them one that stands out is that of the recent trend of women, disowning 'feminism' as a genre, in the belief that being labeled a feminist, means being labeled as a 'male-basher', an overtly passionate 'rebel',a 'post-feminism feminist or simply 'uncool'!

My concern is this new generation of women who refuse to be labeled 'feminist'. As if it were something to be ashamed about. As if it makes too passionate a statement about their individuality, and as if they risk their reputation over it. The problem is that by disowning 'feminism' and all that it has stood for means disowning the
work women generation after generation have been trying to do to break through false beliefs society had impregnated into women. Without these women, who garnered feminism, women all over the world would still be living under the belief that their fulfillment lies in their marital household and children, only. An idea, which is, obviously
grossly flawed. Women are able creatures, capable of multi-tasking and managing their families as well as jobs with grace, dignity and strength. Unfortunately man over the last thousand years or so, has completely suppressed women by way of physical force. But like every silence harbours a storm, feminism finally took shape over the 19th and 20th centuries and has managed to now be a worldwide phenomenon; by virtue of which women of all walks of life have begun to explore their options, and potential. Education for the girl child, in all developed countries as well as many developing countries is now compulsory. Women have managed to break free of the patriarchal system of society, or atleast, there is coming about a radical change in the way society is working today.Eariler women would take upon the last name of the husband after marriage, merely as a sign of being their own family property, but dynamics are changing and more and more women are refusing to follow this tradition, which in itself harbours humiliation for the female and her identity. Female infanticide, even in developing countries has seen an improvement. The practice of 'giving away of the bride' at marriages, especially Hindu marriages (kanyadan), where it symbolizes the brides father giving away his daughter (as if she were cattle!) to a man who promises to give her food and shelter, is being rejected.
Women are now refusing to give their children only heir father's last name, using the logic that the mother and father both have had an equal share in upbringing their child as well as imparting to them their heritages, thus the child who identifies with the maternal family too should either be given both the parents names or a completely different surname all together. Men are now legally entitled to thirty five weeks of paternity or parental leave in Canada just as well as women are after child-birth, and 12 weeks paternity leave in the United States of America, symbolizing the equal status of both the sexes.

Thus the same women who have so far been shying away from feminism will now savour its benefits. And to think that they want to disown it altogether seems like an uninformed and immature act. Thus by virtue of my own position as an educated young woman I am proud to claim that I am a feminist, and a product of a history of feminism, to which
I owe my freedom of thought and independence.

To Midnight and Her Friends

The darkest friend of midnight, lurked outside;
Where even midnight was lost in black alleys of sleep.
(Also the darkness in the song of the singer,
.. put him to sleep while he sang ,
and they said he had a gift..)

To the world and wine,we tried being dead tonight,
But we couldnt stop living in the heat of the moon;
(Making fireworks only we knew of).

And there she stood, our old friend midnight;
(As she said she brought with her a tomb).

She had found us atlast, through the streets and the glass;
And we all slept together,
In coffins of ice,
Till sunshine melt us again,
And we went and hid;
(To be found unchained..)
By midnight and her friends..

For, Midnight and her friends...

...and then the poet indulged in his fall.
In his final ruin,he found his palace of song.
where his mistress chanted his unwritten verses..

...he found his world;
of untamed darkness and unapologetic macabre.
...he found his calling,
in blood and knives,
in lust, cruelty and the wild wings of time.

...and he rode on the back of death, across moonscapes.
...and he danced to the song of the dead,
...and he laughed at his black joke on the world..

he had new success.

...and the glint in his eye returned,
with a frenzy that sparked the evil in the world..

and they cried at his funeral,
for being a madman and a saint,
who lived off wine and flesh.
and the priest prayed for his redemption,
from hell...

Its a dark foggy lonely night..
I sit atop the winding old rot iron staircase, looking at the city, that sleeps with my dreams..
Looking at that faraway tower, that keeper of souls;
Wondering if another lonely stranger can see it, and wondering,
who this time will save my soul.

My cigarette burns till its fag end;
Like the old man who made the world,
before selling it to satan..

Wondering if the martyrs and angels will kill me.
Again.

Come friend, with death in your arms and smoke in your soul..
We will sit on the staircase and see the tower, wondering, again..

Morning Fog

It was the morning of the hometown,
Of quaint mornings,with tea and fog..
Of gullies hiding the secrets I kept..

It was the waking up to a city,
To the lake and lilac flowers..

It was that morning of a morning of a memory,
I carry with me in my heart.
To undiscover new places,
Where sometimes,memories were enough.

Where my home smelt of the city's smoke,
and sounded like the rumbling of the train,
(by the lake of-course),
Following the same schedule for fifty-one years..

That morning calls me back;
To wake up to itself.
To taste its life.
To mourn its heat.
To smell its dust.
(which is beautiful when mixed with rain..)

It was an old morning i remembered;
that deserved a place in a postcard.
That lost morning; the same one,
that brings me back to life sometimes..
From my rusted grave,(in the city of dead-living)
Where my bones are dust..
(amidst a city of angels,
and dungeons of lust)...

Where i preserve my soul,
from being reduced to blood,
(and then),
I smell an old morning,
and drink in its love..

"To walls and green stars"

I wrote to the walls and green stars
Asking them to join the feast,
Of fountains and wild flowers.

The world lay ahead of us,
And the old man still wanted to dance.
So, walls and green stars,
Join in my frenzy while you still have the chance...

We'll make merry;
Probably under the oceans,
And above the grass.
We may even find that Love thing again...

Come now or we'll miss the last waltz
With the skeletons,
(of the past)..
Yes we'll miss all the brown rainbows,
That the shower of emeralds will cast..

...Come now walls and green stars...

An Offer To Dance

shall we dance tonight?
to forget our worlds,
on the doorstep of dreams...

lets dance then, tonight
with the moonbeams
showering in through the gaps in tree leaves
in the breeze..

and then we'll take our train
to nowhere,
atop my brick staircase
lets...

curious contradictionshave weighed down my soul.

come,come,come,now
I need to escape.
but not alone..
not this time, no, not alone..

dont look at me like that,
Your stare scares my ghosts.
just take me in Your arms,
and lets dance tonight...

Let's enter my doorway of dreams.. together.. alone...

If I were a beginning, I would be:- The End.. :)
If I were a month, I would be:-December
If I were a day of the week, I would be :– Friday
If I were a time of day, I would be: - 3.oo am
If I were a planet, I would be:-Pluto! (I was seriously upset when a bunch of ruddy scientists said it aint a planet, what the hell i won't believe it.)
If I were a season, I would be:-The onset of Winter
If I were a sea animal, I would be:- A Jelly Fish
If I were a direction, I would be:-South
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be:- A window frame..
If I were a sin, I would be:-Lust
If I were a liquid, I would be:-Bailley's Irish creme n whisky.
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be:- A Vampire.
If I were a gem, I would be:-Emerald
If I were a tree, I would be:- Teak
If I were a tool, I would be :-A screw driver
If I were a flower/plant, I would be :-A White Lily
If I were a kind of weather, I would be:-A thunderstorm
If I were a musical instrument, I would be:- A Violin
If I were an animal, I would be:- (as much as i hate it but..) the female frog (heh!)
If I were an emotion, I would be:-Despair
If I were a vegetable, I would be:-An olive (i know that isnt exactly a vegetable!)
If I were a sound, I would be:- The one that a pin made if it fell!
I were an element, I would be:-Fire .
If I were a car, I would be:-Lamborghini Diablo.
If I were a song, I would be:- Yellow!
If I were a food, I would be:-Pizza...
If I were a place, I would be:-Calcutta
If I were a material, I would be:-Silk.
If I were a taste, I would be:-Spicy!
If I were a scent, I would be:-Burberry London, for women.
If I were a religion, I would be:- Faith (love ya nehu!)
If I were a sentence, I would be:-"Love is a choice..."
If I were a body part, I would be:-A toenail.
If I were a facial expression, I would be:-The crease on the forehead of a little boy trying to work out a really tough math problem!
If I were a subject in college, I would be:- Literature.
If I were a shape, I would be:-Round!!
If I were a quantity, I would be:- Infinite..
If I were a colour, I would be:-Black
If I were a thing, I would be:-A bed
If I were a landmass, I would be:-India
If I were a book, I would be:-One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
If I were a monument, I would be:-The Taj Mahal.
If I were an artist, I would be:-Salvador Dali
If I were a collection of poems, I would be:-Wilderness and American Night by Jim Morrison
If I were a landscape, I would be:-The Beach
If I were a watch, I would be.- Expensive!
If I were God, I would be:-Resting
If I were a vowel, I would be: I
If I were a consonant, I would be: S
If I were a formula, I would be:- The hindi movie, long lost twin brothers one..
If I were a Science, I would be:-Physics
If I were a famous person, I would be.:-Albert Einstein or Gulzar
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be:-A gramophone
If I were sport, I would be:-Chess
If I were a movie, I would be:- A tragic one
If I were a cartoon, I would be:-Jerry!
If I were a scientist, I would be:-Einstein
If I were a relation, I would be:-A mother
If I were alone, I would be:-In solitude
If I were a question, then I would be:- Is it really that hard?
If I were a hobby, I would be:-Reading
If I were a habit, I would be:-Smoking!
If I were in an atom, I would be:-An electron
If I were an end, I would be:-The Beginning!
If I were you, I would be:-wanting to put this quiz on my own blog!

They think I'm crazy,
For I told them about us.
How I hear you whisper sometimes,
after Thunderstorms.
And that when I sit with my cigarette,
(the Lighthouse of the lonely Soul)
its smoke smells like our 'old time conversations..
While a strangers radio in the distance,
plays our song..

You see 'old child,
They couldnt understand how we kept you alive.
tell them how you tell me,
that you live inside...

That night entangled our souls.
And they say I'm crazy now;
It's getting late, and cold,
I.. am growing old.

Child tell them before I die.
That Death does not define a life.

... and the radio's playing our song again,
something about going to a carnival tonight...

Try

I close my eyes,
ans see a different world...
What I see?

The ancient brick staircase, leading to knowhere..

The barren Earth,
The purple Sky...

Remnants of an evening
Left behind..

A tree of emptiness,
no leaves, no wood.. Bones though..
But black mind you...

An eye all by itself,
Watching nothing at all.

A red (faded) dress, a watch.
locks of hair (brown).

Remains of love (made or lost?)
Something always there, yet not...

A flower of white petals
and black veins..

Where am I?
Do you share my world?

I am not scared here,
Not lonely..
I wish You could see it
See the beauty,
Of a world trapped in unchanging eternity.
Devoid of a morning or a noon or a night.
of Seasons or a life.

I am pulled there,
I revel in my timelessness!
My absurd answer to eternity beckons,
Do You see it now?

Try...

"Shiver"

I lay on my terrace, bare-bodied and brazen,surrounded by an urban wilderness,and dead to the world. My body, almost numb now because of the chilly november wind, feels incorporeal. Unclothed I feel freed of shame.. The urge to hide has left me..
The moon-shine bathes me in its glittering glory, in all shades of blue.Its beginning to drizzle and droplets of water settle on my exposed body-each one causing a sensation that chills my bones..
The night seems to caress me, feel me, softly.. A provoking sensation, yet subtle..

I can feel the shiver of the night, I'm enchanted.

I want company I think, yet i shudder at the thought of a man touch me, witness me so vulnerable.Disgust fills my soul and hatred runs in my blood, for him, who rid me of my want, by satiating his.. And my masochistic mind takes care of none, taunting me with my secret..
I have been living in a lie for so long,letting myself be consumed by love, tampered by love? Their eyes communicate Desire, i just want to be desired by none.

I stand up. Water trickles down my body, slowly. I revere a sensation, my only claim to a touch... I continue standing taking in the view from this height, November is a good time.. My unruly hair tickles my bare back..

I realize, now, that though I am in the nude, I am protected, by my own ruined Pride.
I walk as if in a trance, to the cold iron railing.. Looking down I can see the cemented side-walk. I smile, I am freed now...


I take one last look at everything and plunge into my death. No sooner do I jump, than I feel my body crushed onto the ground, my bones cracked,and silver blood oozing out of my skull. (They saw the serene smile on my face the next morning).

I have finally freed myself of my self imposed pain...

Heh!

My Blog has been viewed 37 tmes.. It came as a minor shock for me.. My own old lonely blog being subject to 37 mouse clicks is slightly intimidating.. For you see I make no mention of it in popular friends 'network' sites or the like.. It finds no mention in any of my internet definitions (facebook, orkut!).. And was gifted to me by an old friend, who put in these 3 poems for me and displayed me to the internet world at large.. These 3, since then have been defining me I see! People assume I'm darkness, some want to enstrangle me in the snares of their 'reality' and yet others are polite enough to tell me they like my poetry! I have even been christened 'rustic Pumpkin' by an oxymoron!


Yet my gratitude finds no words, for I have never felt this loved by strangers,this at home with scrutiny, and this touched by definitions..


I do, therefore, promise that friend, to make use of this gift and make it atleast presentable to him if not anyone else!..


As for the strangers who visit me here..
Come again....

Empty Rag

I was gathering the darkness,
In a crumbling rag.

It slipped.

Like tears, from full eyes…
Like a breath of despair.
Like something beautiful that never was there…

Like wax from a lighted candle.
Like a soul from a body,
that leaves behind the vacuum- (of loss).

Like you … in Air!
Like me … in You!

Darkness cannot stay.
It slips… into day!

But is it that happy a thought?
My crumbling rag is still empty,
and I… try…

Try and gather again…

Remains.

I can feel the night in my mouth,
The moon in my eyes,
The stars in my hair…

What else remains?

I stand atop my feelings,
Venting words void of meaning.

Doubting myself, myself..
Only a memory?

Who am I?
What remains?

Who took me away..
You? Is it? Think again..
Maybe..

Never saw you face, (or soul), But you did!
So you know..

What remains?...
Heh! The remains..

Purple

Purple..

Like that evening.

Like a feeling..

Alone in a memory,

In a melancholic mind.

You’ll find me somewhere.

I hope.. I’m still there,

If I’m not lost..

You’ll see me in solitude,

In a place no one sees me,

Though they all know.. Everything..

Untouchable,

By reality, by you..

Don’t try.. you may hurt yourself..

Reaching my land..

Don’t try; please.

I know I’m alone,

but I’m not lonely.

I may have tears,

but they taste sweet.

You cannot , will not, touch me.

From where you are I’m only a vision.. only what u see..

Don’t try getting closer.

You’ll hurt yourself- really…

I am Purple,

Like that evening.