Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.

Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.
I'm not a perfect person, But I never meant to do those things; And so I have to say before I go, That I just want myself to know. I've found out a reason for me,; To change who I used to be A reason to start over new, and the reason is you. I've found a reason to show, A side of me you didn't know; A reason for all that I do, Before I let you go...

Saturday, August 29, 2009


Lights sparkle in and out

Through the windshield

Sometimes blinding sight

Or flashing on sideways

The long journey into the night

Through the flashing pool

Of red lights blinking headway.

Suddenly it is pitch dark

Only the moon and the night

Into an headlong collision with sight

I spot a child on his mothers lap

Gulping his mothers stories

Eyes with curled lashes full of innocence

Innocence… and the night

Is their still so much innocence left in the night?

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Wanderings on and on...

Her thoughts ramble on and on as she lies still. The wind caresses her face as the heavy smell of sweat does to her body. Something occupies the room, she is not alone. Dazed she stares at the ceiling and tries to focus. Everything seems to come in pairs, there are two fans, and there are two lights. She lifts her hands to her eyes, the light is too harsh. But the hand seems to split, she can view everything in-between! She drops the hand wearily to her side. It hits something and with a noisy clatter something falls to the floor. She sits up hurriedly coming out of her stance. She had been in the house continuously for three days. The ending had been harsh. Communicating has become difficult for the last few days. Feeling she would have been better off as dumb rather than face every embarrassing situation silently, she had gradually starting closing everything within her. It would probably be better alone, inside. She fell back on the bed. Bygone peeped in again through the door. Seeing her lying on the bed again she whispered to Present, “You can rest, she will be preoccupied with me for some time now.”. And her thoughts ambled on and on…

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Friday, August 14, 2009


I have been missing her terribly for the last few days. So this is something for the most beloved, best friend of my life!

What does she mean to somebody? What has she bestowed you with? Whom do you think about first when you open your eyes and usher the light of a new day unto your sight? Whose face do you crave for most in the face of your troubles? Whom do you return to at the end of the day, after you have a lump of hurt emotions and crushed ego after the day long struggle? And how do you feel when you can’t even return?

To someone, for whom love never knew no bounds…

It has been a long time mother;

Since I had seen you last.

You touched me then,

As you had never felt me before.

You begged me not to return

But I; then in the security

Of your presence

Understood you not!

It has been long now

That I have missed your healing touch,

As I lie ailing by.

Burdened with the gift of life

That you had bestowed on me before.

New soars have been inflicted again

And again and again…

As your words come to book.

I want you again mother;

After it has been a long time

That I have yearned thither.

In the longing soars of your love,

Hurt by the lashing waves,

You had always protected me from.

Come here to me mother,

Come back to me

It had been a long time mother,

I had been sharing you with somebody other!

Truth lurks behind these words;

Though no eavesdropper can hear;

Nor can anybody decipher my monologue,

This for me proves the better;

You are mine, and no one else’s.

It had really been a long time Mother!

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

On the way...

Shadows linger silent and still,

As the fiery sun glares upon;

The ever weary trudge,

To the land of dreams.

The way is hard and dry,

But I heard the destination is sweet.

It is difficult at first;

As you leave dear ones behind!

But the home there is sweeter, I heard;

Wine where flows in honey casks.

You are welcome anytime their,

Once you enter; you are a prisoner forever…

Of shadows, Of dreams, Of death.

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