Monday, April 13, 2015

Sorry I'm sane.

What if sanity is a handicap, a disease that afflicts most of us and in insanity lay our true potential.

What if sanity is merely the incapacity to see beyond the confines of human cognition, to see beyond what is considered normalcy. After all, normalcy is arbitrary. 

Child marriage is madness now, lesbianism was madness then. Someday our definitions of sanity would be inclusive of today's insanity

When madness sets in, is there a way back to hold oneself from it? Do they give in to the madness, unable to bear the pain and monotony sanity comes with? Did they have a voice telling them 'don't dare go there, for, there lies insanity'? Why do I think 'giving in' is beautiful? 


Was it music,
Was it noise?
Was I deceiving,
Was I deceived?
Did I intrigue you,
Was I intrigued?
Was it love,
Was it lust,
Was it both,
Was it neither?
Did you touch,
Did you punish?
Did I touch,
Did I pretend?
Did I care,
Was I not bothered?
Was it her,
Was it him?
Was it wine,
Was it pain?
Did we reconcile,
Did we drift apart?
Did I kill you,
Did you kill us?
Did you live,
Did you die?
Was I deluded or
Was I deluded?

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


A shade of dependence,
A layer of belligerence,
A tad less love or lust,
A redundant moment of silence,
An elfin sting of acrid honesty,
A fleck more of dishonesty,
An inadvertent burp of curiosity,
A tad more love,
Could tip the balance,
Today and just today,
When you are incognisant of the unrest,
In you and me.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Don't wake up

Still lost
Staring at the suns that the sun wouldn't let you look at,
At the patterns they make,
And what they mean to you.
Still lost
In the world the patterns take you to,
In familiarising yourself with these constellations,
Still lost in the joy of being a speck in the universe.

Still lost in the ups and downs,
Of those compressions and rarefactions,
Lost in the math of these waves,
Rejoicing in the synchrony
Between your mind and the composer's.

Still lost
In the hues the boring blue sky breaks into every evening,
The hues the clouds absorb and disperse,
The hues that your busy polluted city refuses to appreciate,
The hues that light up the horizon.

When would you realise you lost me?