Blank Noise

A half-lit joint
A glass of whiskey spilling away
The fractured shoulder
Pink Floyd playing through the earphones

Strong on the outside
Fragile like glass on the inside
And confused somewhere in the middle

The questions don't seem to end
The answers seem very hard to come by
Status Quo reinforced

A monologue with oneself?
Or, a dialogue with the other half?
Silence and cacophony intermingle
Blank Noise

Nightmares and Scars

They beat him up to pulp in the alley,
A broken jaw and a blackened eye.
He got up somehow...
and ran for his life.

As he entered the dark hallway,
He saw his image in the wall at the end.
It was as bad (good?) as a ghastly devil...
The wind got knocked out of his sails!

He ran again; fate it was or a twist in the tale?!
Even tougher it got to rein in the horses of thought.
A dank, unkempt, claustrophobic room awaited.
And he escaped into it, wasn't he lucky?!

Saw 'em there for the first time ever,
seemed too good to be true, all of them.
"Oh well...", said he to no one in particular.

He was flying up and above...
when they brought him down with a thud.
"You worthless piece of shit!"
He gave up...
before, much before he gave in.
And ran again!

Escaping from the escape route...
Hell yeah, what a sight!

Indecisive

Go away.
And don't come back.
Then come back.
And sit next to me.
And ask me if I want to come too.
And don't go till I come with you.
I will say no.
And then you go.
Go away... and then come back.
To haunt me. Forever.

Hearing myself out

Hear that eerie sound in the middle of the deathly silence?

That's me gnashing my teeth!

At what is... and what could have been.

What should I be regretful for...

For it all fell apart or, for it was a castle in the sand.

Or for the fact that I've got better at putting up a face!

They say resilience is the stuff the strong and brave are made of...

I say to them, they have never been resilient enough!

Resilience is what the meek prefer, without a voice or a backbone.

The ones, who have been strong for too long, just break down. 

 Someday I'll say it all too loud...

So what if it will be too late!

And so what if there will be no one around! 

I know I'll still hear myself out...

…Gnashing my teeth in the middle of the deathly silence.

Pretty average stuff, this. But at least I'm back. Can only go up from here.

And though the post belies this, I wish you all a very Happy Diwali!

Of stars and mice, journeys and beliefs

Into the distance, I look at that star

Its luminous, beautiful and yes it's too far

I look at it and wonder

Am I on par?

The star looked to be in my reach

God saw this and He decided to preach

As he began, I lost my speech

My journey had come under siege

As always, I accepted my fate

Was I early? Wasn't I too late?

I feel like a mouse who took a bite at the bait

I should have known, no one around is my mate

But He also taught me belief

And yes, it alone can carry you through times of grief

I know my life is uneventful and brief

Doesn't it make sense to follow the Chief?

May the star's charm increase manifold

May its silver-ish streak turn to gold

May He blesses it and give it warmth in cold

May it know that I did exist once!!

This doesn't have any literary quality but still, I somehow like it. Composed it in my head inside the helmet while on my way to a class. The last line has been intentionally left out of the rhyming scheme to show the disconnect.

Please comment and let me know what you think of it.

Outlandish Soliloquy

Under the monstrous tree brought down by the avalanche
Lies a battered soul,
He's fucked up entirely, the Devil owns it now
Still he thinks there's a way out

He asks himself, "Who are you?"
"Don't know and I bloody don't give a damn" is the reply he gets
"Outlandish Soliloquy, this!!", says the soul
The Devil delivers one final blow!

The soul is resurrected now
He crawls into the fire and bathes in it
He is his coffin, he pushes nails deep inside
He has the bucket near, but doesn't kick it aside
He becomes the Devil or the Devil becomes he?

I...

I go to a temple.
I bow before Thee.
I look at the stray dogs.
I feed the stray kids.

I go to a hang-out.
I smoke a fag.
I sip at stale tea.
I kill an ant.

I don't get intoxicated after 3 of 'em.
I wonder how my friend does.
I sip at some more tea.
I break into a violent cough.

I try to cry.
I feel dry eyes and a dry soul.
I see that the ends of my friend's eyes are watered.
I feel good for him, better for his soul.

I get bitten by the same ant I killed ... or ... I tried to.
I deliver a one-liner, "Tears mark the beginning of pain!"
I see my friend nods.
I see him break into a wail.

I have my head held in my hands.
I move my fingers through my hair.
I can sense the inherent gloom in the lovely evening sky.
I feel as if my heart is being razed, layer by layer.

I get up, walk up to my bike.
I caress it, feel all the scars again.
I give it a peck where its cheek would have been.
I know it has been on my side, without a figment of complain.

I am still strong.
I can bear some more.
I'll be the last man standing.
I am sure of this, even more.

A pretty simple poem by my standards. Scribbled it while being the pillion-rider, on my friend's back.