Give Away

I felt that it would take the burden off,
to uncover everything before her,
to exhibit the deepest feelings,
the yellowest pages of my diary,
but instead,she humiliated me,
Enervated,I felt brandished,naked.
I soon realised,that it was not meant to be,
The drops of my feelings,
shall not quench thirsts,ever.
I realised that,and clothed myself.
I knew that the scoffing,the banters,
would make my life a travesty.
Before that happened,
I cloaked it.
This body is too delicate,
to be shown to the world yet.

Sin

I have been silenced by the world,the psyche,
my whole life,ever since I can remember.
I would concentrate,the peruses would be endless,
yet,I would not wreck a soul in the big blue marble.
Has the Universe got anything against me?
Against my eccentricity?My fortune?
It never ceases to distract me,
I never cease to get distracted.
It transforms into the sacred enchantress,
And the saint  gets seduced,tempted,
Submits himself to a meager,yet otherworldly temptation,
With the penetrating ease of a gain,
that disappears,with the illusionist.

Temperamental

I've always wondered what absolute happiness is,
but I've discovered something that comes pretty close,
the sound of music,and the harmony of my body,flowing with it,
The rhythm of the universe,gives me hope,
And direction,to go along with the symphony,
the psalms of divergence,the aria of peace.
The grace of my soul,the agility of this treacherous body,
push me to become one with the beast.
The addiction of a spotlight,the liability of an encore,
which holds me back,instead of letting me be.
I wonder,if it is an infatuation,that would flee,
once the time drags by,and the light fades,
Or,is it true love,that stays with me till death do us part?
But now I am sure,because I realised,
that I was not an escapist,that it was not a weakness,
But the strength that held me,to face those trials.
Some call it dance,I call it the inspiration,
Of my life,my being,my poetry,my insanity.

My Words,My Mistakes

I stood on a cliff of unknown happenings,
the future,the inevitable,my destiny.
I stood there with excitement,
with the hysteria of being a discoverer,
with the anxiety of discovering,
the unknown fear within me,waiting to pounce.
I was right,it did come to me.
But did not have the audacity,
to fight me face to face,but instead,
it back-stabbed me,with an array,
of surprises,named my misfortunes,
that I called upon myself.
The shock pushed me into the sea,
the unfathomable sea of regret.
And I couldn't save myself.
Just like the arrows that were shot at me,
Just like those deplorable cries,
that made me ask for mercy,
Just like those words,that once spoken,
couldn't be taken back,
I drowned,without being able to go back,
to a free world,a safe shore,a life spent with ease.

The Essence

I keep wondering about it,
I keep pondering about the purpose of my existence,
The purpose of everything,
when all the petty things I get irked about,
seem meaningless,absolutely void of sense.
Laughter,happiness,joy,praise,glory,
all these mortal values,that will just be gone one day,
make me feel like I am worth it.
But their absence,is what makes me question,

their significance,my significance.
The world needs a contemplative person,
to dispute his bubble creations,
to have worthy remonstrances,
about the interim journey to the unknown.
Many have come and many die speculating,
about the 'purpose' ,but never fathom,
that everything doesn't have to have,a purpose.
Some tastes are just meant to be enjoyed,
without being slammed or critiqued,like that of life.

The Cemented Mask

I cover it up with a smile,
those shining pearly whites,
camouflaging the bursting embarrassment,
Which often transforms into bitter frustration,
sighting the cruel world,and it mercilessness,
the world which criticizes me ,
for not being able to comprehend,
the very nature of its emotions,
its personality,its persona,
when it doesn't even realize,
that actually,the people have got it all wrong.
It is entirely the other way round.
I may be at fault,but they are not perfect either.
My sheepishness,and the embarrassment,
transcends emotive borders,
and enters a depressive world,
to write,this soliloquy.

Absence

I woke up that morning to find the bed empty,
that is when I discovered that she had left.
She had left for God knows how long,
but the only thing I knew was that,
She's left,taking a part of me with her.
Absence makes the heart grow stronger,
But her absence made my heart weak,
knowing that my first and last succor,
during times of need had left,not forever,
but for what seemed like an eternity.
I was never cordial with her,
Nor did we share a blatant animosity,
but somewhere we knew that one needed the other.
Somewhere,somehow,somewhat abstract.
I knew that I could make myself used to it,
Used to the fact that another significant part of the puzzle,
had gone missing,and I just had to find a new one.
It is not very difficult for me,
to make peace with things being absent.
The difficulty comes ,
when I have to wallow in their absence.