Ephemeral

Red, soft petals,
a memory now withered.
Fragile, round, thin
slowly dissolves into nothing.
Thats the way life is
thats the way is happiness
Like water that slips
away, between your fingers.
An insane blue bird

looks for a cage to call home,

It lives for a while
Ephemeral it is, not Immortal;
Dying on the wings of time,
A time, that once was.

Russian Roulette

A hand drops the gun to the table,
Another turns it around;
I take a seat to face my enemy
Deep breath before the rounds.

My opponent is a cool one
Fanning with a black fan;
Dares me to pick up the gun
And the fun began.

My opponent knows me through and through
She knows how to incite
The words hit home and I stand
All braced up to fight.

I upturn the glass and set it afire
to shake things up;
Hold the gun to my head
suppressing a hiccup.

Nothing happens
I give a gleeful victorious smile
I pass the gun to my opponent
and mock her back this time.

With almost steady hands
She gracefully, picks it
As if it were some jewel
Adorning the neck of a puppet

Even this time
There is only a click;
The Bullet did not choose her
My breath gets thick.

Blood rushes into my ears
My eyes, head, heart stop
All I can think of now
Is how I can pass the death cup

With steady eyes
I point my gun
Size up my enemy
and fire my Weapon

The bullet races against time
And lodges in the forehead
My enemy slumps in her chair
But I dont move ahead

Through the glass wall
I scream and scream and scream
I watch helplessly as I kill myself;
This is not a dream.

Fiction

That is my notebook
and that is my pen
thats my chair,
and this, is my den.

Those are things accomplished
along with dreams that waver
and these are the things I have to do
Come whatever.

Don't know when, my life
for what did I mistook
I feel as if I am
some character in a book.

Coudn't care

Couldn't care less about the world I see
Humans devouring humans; minds filthy

Couldn't care less about the poison I feel
I dare it to pierce, make me reel

Couldn't care less about, what you think
Its ironic enough, that you live on the same brink.

The blind side

When the dying sun seems like
a colored blob just out of your reach;
and you start to expect warmth
to emanate from sunny colored liquids;
When the white crescent moon seems like
a monstrous scar on the back of the sky;
and you feel that no light will ever touch
the tattered fabric of your face;
I say
welcome, to the blind side.

Tumblings of a rumbling mind (or is it the other way round?)

I went on a calming walk  and upon finding a quiet spot, sat down to unravel the musings of my subconscious. The ambiance had a calming effect. The dark sky above my head lighted by the last rays of the dying sun, the stony road beneath my covered feet and the low rumbling noise of a train moving on to its destination.......

It was still not night, not many stars were visible. The nude wooden branches formed a mesh over my head, dividing the sky into uneven sections.

One sole glittering star looked back at me. I stared at it too for some time. "I've been here much longer." it seemed to say to me. A few more branch sections away, was another glimmering star. Much more farther off was another lone star, blinking silently. The mesh above my head reminded me of the internet.

Meanwhile, a little family of dogs came over, not very far from where I was; a mamma dog, with its two puppies. The mamma dog was startled to find an unexpected being in its usual locality.It looked at me with dumbfounded eyes, and trotted off, glancing at intervals suspiciously from the corner of her eye.

The oldest puppy was a happy-go-lucky type, or an idiot, it didnt seem to be affected by my presence, and ran off without paying any attention.

The smallest puppy was happily following its sibling, taking steps that grew larger each time with excitement. Finding me, it stopped, shocked, as if it had seen a ghost. With bewildered eyes it looked at me for a few seconds. I smiled at it to encourage it to come to me. The puppy released a low moan in reply.

Was it trying to sympathize with me?

No, the poor puppy was scared, scared of me. It was funny to see the creature, standing on its four, rooted to its spot, stricken with fear, of me.

Its moans were heard by its family, and they stopped and turned their heads in the pup's direction, trying to analyse the cause of its sudden moaning.

Then they accompanied the little pup probably to some other more comfortable place, after the mamma dog gave me one last suspicious glare.

The incident seemed to lift up my mood and I stood up smiling. Some how it made me sad too. I was happy because I could find something funny. Sad because, I was doubting my sanity.

The lamposts on the road seemed to glow brighter, may be with relief, to see me head back to reality.

It is said that everything in this world is connected. I touched the leaves of a drooping tree. Just in case its true.

A poem for by beloved lost Cycle

Here I sit, immobilized
As grief seizes my heart
My mind flashes back to the moments we shared
But my heart dares not.

I am to blame for losing you
I cannot forget this fact
I could not keep you safe
Couldn't keep you intact.

I will miss you my dear friend
What I shared with you was priceless;
Your faithful company is what I yearn for,
I still crave for you, hopeless.