put aside

polluted mind

keeps modelling thoughts

alone 

and palely loitering

beneath the orange light

down to a

point

without time and turn

drops of frozen faith

blaze a trail 

along 

the lines of the enemy

no birds sing

yet 

that we deplore

just a little wonder
that i hope for
nothing much
perception
just a handful of understanding
an ear listening
a hand reaching out
faithfully
lips forming
the will
to give love a way

lapse

playing a game of dice
blindfolded
and all senses locked
will the next role come up snake eyes..
what will happen to me..

stretching arms and legs
i can hear the joints cracking as i flex
undefined reminders rasp my brain
every time i try to line one up
another jumps out of place

checking for my face in the mirror
do i find a trace of defensiveness
there in my eyes
the memory of the pain
it bites into me like a lash of a whip

playing a game of dice
without knowing the rules
can be risky
look at
what happened to me

Rattles My Cage

do you know

these bizarre people

who drop into your life

without being asked

but with a bang

shamelessly and loudly

speaking

their mind

to each and everything

far in distance

they barely know you

but still keep blabbering 

meaninglessly 

endlessly

driving you on trees

with their blooming stupidity 

to all and sundry 

get a life 

for god's sake

and my peace

Snow White

fruits of wrath and rage
clenched fists heading uncontrolled
to the walls
smashing and hitting on them
until
blood covers the knuckles
and drops down
coloring some red on the white
compound
with raven black thoughts
an fallen angel
they whisper
staring at me
with disturbed eyes

Photographs on my screen

I put a finger

On the golden shimmer

Of your cheeks

A slight touch

Containing a desire

For revelation

All my trust and faith 

I lay into it

Yet

Like a tiny drop of drizzle

It's heading towards you

Silently dissolving

In the ocean of prayer

At the end

Sometimes..

sometimes we just stumble through our life
innocent and leaning on the fragile theory
that everything will turn out well no matter what..

sometimes we clutch to the last straw of hope
not realizing that it got burned long ago
and the ashes had been scattered into the gloom..

sometimes it appears as if the world is just circling around us
engulfing us in luminescence and blaze of love just to find out
that we have been already dropped to a bleak windy spot...

sometimes we dance with all the stars in the universe
dreamful, in the middle of joy, trust and love
not being aware that our feet will touch the path to hell in the end

never ever i want a "sometimes" happen to my life again...