pregnant lizzards

living in the midst of 4 pregnant lizards for 6 weeks can be quite horrifying. i have this distinct dislike for the species of reptiles. 3 years back I happily landed myself in the chaotic city, Mumbai. Didn't find accomodation for 3 days, so was hopskotching different friends places and finally found myself the 'perfect place'. The only problem was, for those six weeks I was the intruder of that space....and there is a saying, Intruders will be prosecuted. Well that is what happened for the next 6 weeks of my life in that 'perfect flat'.

Every morning I'd wake up to find myself being stared by dark deep cold eyes, ready to eat me. I'd shake myself, scream, shout but those eyes won't move. Still as a rock, still as the mountless memories. Those black eyes only stared, emotionless, ruthless eyes. They promised themselves to evade me.

Every week they produced, their clones...hence everytime I attempted to move around the 'perfect home' i'd be swarmed by their little clones with those same cold eyes...ready to flesh me through and ready to sacrifice themselves under my feet...just to make me understand the essence of torture. with each squishy noise i'd twitch and thousand screams would eat me alive. i'd go to the washroom...and the mirror would find me and the saviour glued to the reflector. i'd turn around and find the clones dancing....

i lived with four pregnant lizards for 6 weeks. they produced their 'litterz' every 2 weeks.

rough egdes

i sketch my own story with the charcoal. the marks stay and spread to other sheet, leaving my imprints to the other person but the water might dilude it...and i'll be another forgotten story. left with rough edges...i use my thumb to smoothen the edges and depict another life story another lifetime. though wondering at the same time where my residue exists and which epic am i to create.

raindrops fall and i wish for the moon to turn blue.
I sit in a small cubicle with blue all around me.
With each minute passing by, I trascend to my sweet lil land where the ocean is icy blue and the sun is shining brightly above. i sunbathe near that beautiful ocean with the sound of hushing froth and seashells making their own sweet music. I begin to swim in that salty blue water and suddenly find myself at the centre of ocean, centre of the earth where heaven and hell meet. The water around, the shark a mile away and the sun shining above me.
knock. knock.
huh?
ma'am xerox copy?
huh?
madam yeh papers?
aye haye....

spiker

spike me this spike me that...oops we all did it again.
shoot me here shoot me there and we all fall again.
i kill you; you kill me and we all kill each other.

planet earth
mission. vision. goal.
gruesome. cruelsome. hurtful. painful.
for what. for whom. me? you? us?
ahem.

tinkler

tinkler on the rooftop. with each sundrop on the tin roof, the floor sweats and wonders where it is stuck. sitting on the 11th floor he wishes to feel the soft breeze of the wind whispering into his ears but he is burdened by the walls of the room and cries every morning wishing for that one breeze to touch him.
the walls look at him with a corny smile, the floor quietly weeps and wishes, but the pretty breeze has no idea. she wishes everyday that the floor would atleast show his face and feel her essence but her wishes only remains a wish.

*the floor today is 1200 years old and the breeze 900. And they both.. live breathing through their wish.

cubicle!

i sit alone in my cubicle and wonder what next to do. Thoroughly bored, I get out of my space to walk and find a new face to talk. But all I hear is silent voices, I turn around to look and find they are my own. head bent i wander and make a few calls and pretend have tons of work to finish but nothing helps. Sheesh completely and utterly, now I definitely sound like some sad pooper! ok people!! any great ideas to feel kicked about work or a blue n grey looking cubicle!!

shouting out loud in my own head. my own voice sounds very very boring and definitely the same!

teas and coffees

...bluffers...

a modifying state of ego satisfaction

a mind game

a monopoly

i wonder do we ever consider flavor

or are we heading for the headlines or the breaking news?

trapeze

trapeze me this trapeze me that

i walk

i fumble

i trip

i balance

but i walk

i form my own prism.

reflections mirror me

and i continue to walk.

trapeze me this trapeze me that

shut ur eyes

I shut my eyes
As you shut yours
I shut my ears
As you shut yours
I cease to breathe
As you cease yours
I slash myself
As you slash yours
..................
Today I wonder why I did that and why did you
Do we call this love or do we call it torture
I escaped the prison of death
I escaped the prison of bars
I stand today by myself
I stand at the doorstep of freedom

..................
I bring myself towards the path of vision...
I walk a like which nobody knows...
I trapeze between the balanced and the unbalanced, little realising that what seems balanced is actually unbalanced and the one which appears to be unbalanced is actually balanced. It's all in the head and upto us what we wish to percieve and project.

altering thoughts

i stand by my thoughts. waiting for them to explode but all i do is think and my mind does not wander anywhere i'm stuck in the time machine of adulthood my emancipation of creativity lacks wandering.. and i turn rigid with my thoughts and expressions all i do is just stand there thinking whether i am wrong or right i do nothing but rully breathe down my life.

my world of halo

I stand in my halo, wondering where i come from.
the glowing yellowness blinding the teardrops.
i drive past my path and finding many standing on my way just to say hello.
I look through pretending not knowing them, not understanding them.
my heart beats faster crying out loud. i cry out to reach
but my halo binds me, surrounds me, protects me.
i stand there watching, glowing but not reaching.