CRY

shimmering drops
ice cold
taste the sparkle
wound and salt
fingers reaching slowly
the eyes flicker
crystallised drops
on the fingers
electric
time to reflect...

What's up?

Yea, what's up?

Sleep don't come easy, I toss and turn about in my bed. What happens then? get late for my class next morning. Sleep is sweetest in the morning. Leave the sweetness behind and trudge your way through another weary, bleary eyed day. Sleep when you don't want to, get up when you don't want to.

trying to find a way out of this maze of a life.

Hands - JEWEL


If I could tell the world just one thing it would be
not to worry cus worry is wasteful and useless
in times like this
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
will gather myself around my faith
for light does darkness most fear

My hands are small i know
but they're not your's
they are my own
and I am never broken

poverty ... still wears golden shoes
but it didn't steal ur laughter
and heartache came to visit me
but I knew it wasn't ever after

we'll fight
not out of spite
for someone must stand up for what is right
where there is a man who has no voice
there I shall go sing

my hands are small I know
but they're not your's
they are my own
and i am never broken.

DECONSTRUCTING ME

Subtle hints
wavering consciousness
unable to digest
the worm inside
claustrophobic
you rush outside
and meet
indignant disgusted eyes.
Subtle thoughts
hammer incessantly
rush out once again
eyes shut tight
and stumble through the
glaring corridor of eyes
meet the lips
and your world shudders
hold on for a second longer
trying to protest
to your own gullibility.
Macho me, feminine me
optimist me, pessimist me
pretentious me
fight all day long
I am superman
but never god
cast a spell
the whole world at my feet
I am a medley of life's songs
orchestrated and choreographed
by my Karma.

WALK

I’ve traveled this road quite often
seen myself make a mess out of it.
it cant be undone -
and i simply wish i could
undo it like a sweater
and roll the roads into a ball
carry it with me
lay it down
walk on it
as an when I like .
Then my world would be simpler.
Then I would understand
why I am walking the same road again.
I will walk it when I have to,
I won’t have to stumble
each time I walk the road
‘cus then I'll know why I need to walk.

THE SELF

I take a stand
refuse to listen,
thousands of souls inside me
each wanting to be seen
each trying to claim supremacy over the other.
I take a stand.
Remove myself from me
and look at all the souls.
I refuse to listen
a dumb show,
A great mime.