Thursday, November 8, 2007


Hands smeared with colour

I stood long at your doorstep

To colour your countenance

With a bit of myself

At last you appeared in the doorway

Wearing a worried look

Many unknown hands reached you

Before I could raise mine

A purple face you raised

To look at me through untouched eyes

I found your cheek and neck

And brushed your tender bosom.

A warmth spread through my being

And flowed through outstretched hands

My colour on your face and body

Said more than I ever had.

Destiny reclaimed


I had accepted

My fate

As others wished

The world

Loomed menacingly

And drowned

My little voice

I writhed

And cried silently

But could not

Take my step

The coward

In spineless armour


As my real self

Lashing out

I hit the world

Which shrank

With a hurt look.

My destiny

From them I snatched

And changed it

As I had wished

The world

Hovers all around

With an envious

Regretful glance

I stand atop

With a wry smile


What can you do now?

Thursday, October 18, 2007


Again and again I have hurt you

And dug deep into your wounds,

My own wounds still unhealed,

I have wanted you to just go...

For once I know

Who I want and that is

None but you.

Never will I hurt you

Or open old wounds

As I have thus far done.

Like a flower

I'll keep you love

Forever, with tender care.

Hopes and memories

A cigarette is lit
Up in smoke it goes
It is lit again

Raindrops fall
And go into the ground
They fall again

We meet to love
To love and part
And go our separate paths

Raindrops will fall
Cigarettes will be lit
Will we ever meet again
To stay
And not to split?

In the silence of
My room, thoughts
Rush into my mind,
Flooding images
Of days long gone.

Alone, I relive
Moments known to
Her, to me
And the four walls
Silently looking on.

They understand
And ask
No questions,
Just comfort me;
I feel strong.

Time flies things
Change; my room
Is still the same,
It shelters me,
I hear her song.

In the silence of...