Looks?

A tall,dark,handsome stranger,
I do not care for the banality,
I need something tangier,
Not a cliché, or a liability.
I need depth, not judgement,
Diving ,rather than just peeking,
I live life, not an enactment,
I can do with anything,but mocking.
Inner beauty can be seen,
You need to come close enough,
To be able to notice the sheen.
To have skin like the pearls,
Hair like the Maenads,
Eyes like limpid pools
a girl can lie.
But to have a heart of gold,

I would gladly die.

Betwixt

Inspiring blues,
in different hues,
hanging loose,
holding me,by the noose.
Moods,broods,
hiding under,
innumerable hoods.
White dove,
pink love,
a harsh shove.
Glistening chimera,
nothing else would rhyme,
but Che Guevara.
A broken glass,
A missed pass,
Everything but a farce.
Postmodernist May,
optimist ray,
EH.

Lust

Changes are part of life,
I know,doesn't everybody?
I know that things transform,
Doesn't everybody?
I want things to remain perfect,
Everybody doesn't.
Perfection is boring.
It makes life tasteless.
I want to be happy.
I do not want moods.
I want emotions.
I despise transient joy.
I'd rather have continual sorrow.
I want to be excited with life.
Forever.
I want to enjoy every moment.
Everybody can't.
I want to be released,
from the curse of mortality.
Flawed feelings. Insatiable desire.
Selfish mortal,that you are.

Frenzy

It's aggravating, extremely hurting,
how one emotion can change perceptions,
Perceptions and opinions that were held,
like a sacred thread,throughout your existence.
Your existence, that once symbolised,
prudence, orthodox  pragmatism.
I abhor being dangled like a puppet,
but I cannot help but succumb to it,
Intoxicating, makes me react, passionately,
beyond worldly rhyme or reason.
It makes a smell the roses,that made me nauseous,
Smash the crystals,that I once treasured.
I try to be unaffected by it,but alas!

I am only human. And of the wrong sex at that.

Helpless

“Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time.”

I totally agree with it. I am writing this post in a very disillusioned state of mind right now. It is alarming how something as 'ordinary' and 'mundane' as death disturbs us to alarming extents. Something even more mind-boggling is the fact that we don’t really value a person until he/she is gone. We recently lost a boy at school to Cancer. I was surprised at how unfeeling my reaction was, which is probably because I did not know him. But it still felt unreal. Someone, whom you’ve been seeing almost every day, is suddenly not there. You don’t know where he is, and never will. The emotions vary, but the reaction is the same, that of awe. When my brother died, I cried, and then I ran out of tears. When a fellow student was lost to Cancer, I did not cry, but it was dreamlike. My classmates, who were old students of the school, mourned his death and I kept wondering how fortunate he was to have so many people who will remember him by. Most importantly, I somehow believed that he will come back to see it and all this will remain just another episode in our lives. People always say that your beloved ones never die and that their memories last in your mind forever. I don’t believe that. I believe that time is cruel. It eases your pain, and fades your memory. It forces you to move on and you finally start questioning that force within. You keep asking him/her if life, something that we marvel, does not cut-out to be so fascinating when you look at death so closely. You move on, and mercilessly , life moves on with you.