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…
12/02/2008
12/01/2008
7/16/2008
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…
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…
4/02/2008
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…
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…
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