Monday, 19 August 2013

Cliched Cliches

Cliched Cliches

Our eyes found each other's from across a
Smoke strewn road, and our lips curved into 
Dopey smiles that carried through the day.

Frenzied text messages
Dozen missed calls at
Two in the morning.

We fell in love and then in lust.
French kisses didn't last long enough
Stolen behind classrooms doors.

Umbrellas stay tucked away
Grey skies turn bountiful blue.
I sing as I paint my nails meticulously.

Open my favorite book, to stroke
Your name signed on the flyleaf
Right there, beside your love.

Now we have a song,we claim its 'ours'
Names doodled on notebook corners
Hearts included, can we get any more 'aww'?

Here I am, Writing these disheveled verses,
Wrapped up in your sticky chocolate arms.
Don't think them too grotesque or oh, too cheesy.
You cant deny, my darling, that as these cliches
Are ever so 

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

A moment of fury

A moment of fury

I am so angry, that the turbulence
Circling my head has progressed into ruthless waves.
It aches when they break the helpless shore 
into spineless caves.

Colors and crooked lines
float in righteous incongruity.
Dust trembles and settles in
rows, disorderly.
Those voices that volley back and forth
In ugly frequencies, 
Are they in my head?
Am I trapped in them?
Or are those two, the same?

Windows shatter, the ceiling cracks open
Trees drop dead in resigned unison.
I drive my knives into those who ought to atone.
The milliseconds drag into an overwhelming, fleeting moment.
Curtains unfurl and the yellow light floods the floor.
I'm covered in stabs, and the anger, its gone, gone.

Friday, 2 August 2013

Symphony 9

Symphony 9

(Said Ludwig Van Beethoven)
I could not hear, the applause
That resonated the Vienna Opera House,
Their tribute to my humble, silent symphony.

Sitting by my piano, I have to be content
With all that I Hear,
Here, in my head.

(Then to the sea of pianists and cellists )
Tune them well, my friend.