8/28/2017

Interruptions

As if landscapes weren't enough already,
As if love wasn't too,
My shadowy demons fell short,
And here I write of you.

In a far-off careful bundle,
Your broken promises remain,
In the shape of a shirt,
And humbly stays shun.

I have defeated the ache often,
The nagging ache of you.
Yet sometimes, oh sometimes,
When the burden of memories
Reaches from within,
And spills warily without,
I wear with humility,
The smell of you.

8/10/2017

Worms in the Book

You know I stopped reading...
It felt like hands creep up,
From the pages...
Of any book...
Laughing at me...
A mean laugh...
And then,
The words dissipate.

They move towards the margin,
Slowly,
And collide at the centre,
Rashly.

I close the book.
Firmly down.

"Where's yours?" they'd say.
Where are mine?
Perhaps,
The worms chewed upon them.
Perhaps,
They turned into one.

Cheap Thrills

Irrespective of the gruelling and gut-wrenching angst I feel about the condition of the wage-earners, now, more than ever, I cannot but be ...