Cascading truth

“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ― Alfred Tennyson Cascading truth tucked and compressed buried under the dearth of lies And layers and layers of false reasoning I couldn't find my way out through this pile This swamp of lies angst and pain This quagmire of broken dreams Is taking … Continue reading Cascading truth

Putty

“Even the most beautiful of the stars are taken for granted night after night.” ― Veronika Jensen My heart is  broken, smashed, squelched countless times broken, shattered, splintered  in million pieces it has suffered enough no amount of assurance  and a lesson in life  can keep it  from  shredding, tearing, breaking How do you survive? you ask, … Continue reading Putty

New Me

I smell blood in the water I see sharks all around me heartbroken, downtrodden wandering in search of you finding a way out of this labyrinth the hope keeps burning and the flickering flame never meets its death I'm crossing mountains getting drenched in rivers half drowned, gasping for breath with a parched soul and knees … Continue reading New Me

My beautiful night

The dark engulfs your sorrows and pains and paint a different shade of happiness A different shade of grey The night paint kohl in your eyes underline the magic in your gaze; it casts the spell of  your tantalizing looks turning my wishes ablaze Takes me, the stranger into the whirlwind of your desire; spins me … Continue reading My beautiful night

High

I'm breathing you in and exhaling out taking puffs of you and making clouds. I'm drunk on you intoxicated by your love with wine-stained lips I'm calling out your name Can't get more of you seeping you into my soul churning my love out. I'm high on you Am feeling dizzy dreaming of us together swirling around wrapped in … Continue reading High

Man-The Imperfectionist

We are so perfect about managing our imperfections Watching them grow every day Making sure that they have been cared properly We are so keen to bring out the flaws in everyone Forgetting about our own flawed mortality We are so eager to dive deep into the oblivion Chest thumping about out snowflake level existence … Continue reading Man-The Imperfectionist

Poem “Surreal”- Performed in the Wildsound Festival, Los Angeles

Poetry Performed in the WildSound Festival. Here is the link to the video. Floating and gliding endlessly with my languid self and ephemeral heart bending time like those molten clocks touching that gossamer truth with the touch of my fingertips so fleeting the enchanted filigree living on the edge between the edges of the reality dreaming … Continue reading Poem “Surreal”- Performed in the Wildsound Festival, Los Angeles

Nostalgia

“how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet” ― Robert Browning Hidden between the pages of my favorite book or lying as crushed petals between those folds scenting and filling up my senses will all the nostalgia all the days and nights there have been and many more Sleeping quietly as … Continue reading Nostalgia