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?