Key-bored:

There came a time,
When time was no time~
And keys on the ring,
Were rendered useless sublime.

Now there was a certain key,
Which on being of no use,
Wanted to flee…

Flee into a keyboard~
Creating x-mas socks,
Opening locks.

The key was hit, hard;
The feelings were out,
Charred.

But key was bored,
Of the key-board~
Or was it, of the story
That it did unfold?

Key mingled-
Into the black and white.
Key stay put
In the broad daylight.

There was a time,
When time was no time~
And the iron key-
Melted into grime…

colour me blind

shades-strokes-hues lined...lemme unwind, lemme myslf find...

The more I sweat, the more I shine:

I’m not a star,
There is no halo over my head.
Fate doesn’t like the brown of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are silent solid friends of mine.
Who am I?

I am survival. I am pride. I am guts.
I like odds.
Especially-
When they are stacked against me.
Because there will
Come a time, when I will
Stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of
The one who’s pulled it off.
I am the one who will have
Deep lines on her face someday.
And it’ll make me look good
When I laugh.

Because that is the day
I will fear no fear.
And taste sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the very first time and say,
I did it my way-
The long hard way…

MULTIPLE PERSONALITY- DISORDER:

1. 15 april 2006:
Sometimes…
When I glance,
Beyond the mirror-
I see a lonely star,
With itself at war.
So many fears in the way~
So many seem, so far away.
Stars are many in the sky,
And never supposed to ask a ‘why’.

2. 02 april 2008:
Into the mirror I looked,
And found no story lurk.
It was me, very much me,
Adamantly awake,
Severely sleepy,
Dreamy-eyed.

Or was it her?
The one I knew/ didn’t know
Co-existed with me;
Did I, didn’t I?

I kept gazing at her,
Gazing back at me;
Questioning, wondering,
A session of story-telling…

And yet when I tried
Listening hard,
Deciphering, understanding;
To all that she had to say…
My eyes rested upon
The dirt that gathered
On the mirror on that day.
I went cleaning, cleansing,
The dirt, the dreams away…