As Alive As Dead

Dead air

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 21 Apr 2019 02:37:00 +0000

No howling of the wind
No chirping of insects
Not even the ticking of the clock

Just the humming sound of silence

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 29 Mar 2019 02:50:00 +0000

Lightning struck
and the sky thundered with anger
The storm from my heart released
and the heavens wept with me

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 24 Mar 2019 17:11:00 +0000

Why would I play with your emotions and hurt you
He asked
As he sliced her heart
Slowly

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 23 Mar 2019 22:24:00 +0000

I fall into the dream
Ignoring the reality

Don't wake me up, I beg

Rosemonde is dead

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 28 Jan 2019 18:14:00 +0000

Rosemonde is dead
She breathed her last - Sadly
Much like she breathed her entire life
But if there was one thing that made her happy
Was the thought of death
Are you happy now, Rosemonde?

Tired

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 05 Jun 2017 17:11:00 +0000

of the morning alarms
of the news
of the traffic jams
of the polluted air
of the emails and phone calls
of the to-do lists
of the lack of time

of the people

of the daily routine
of the tiredness

For all the tests

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 05 Jun 2017 17:06:00 +0000

I am not weak
I am sensitive
I am not weak
I am angry
I am not weak
I stand for what's right
I am not weak
I may not be strong
But I am not weak

Jammed

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 19 Nov 2015 17:55:00 +0000

The engine groans and ages as it waits
The clutch and foot engage in an endless embrace
We are on our way but so far behind
We know where we want to be
But we are stuck in a jam

Expectations

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 23 Aug 2015 21:39:00 +0000

My back wouldn't hurt so much if the wounds weren't so fresh.

Behind bars

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 12 Aug 2015 19:18:00 +0000

A prisoner in my own head

Pretending to be calm on the outside

On the inside

Struggling to break free

Stifling my screams

With the laughter on my sleeve

I have reached a T-point

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 08 Jul 2014 14:49:00 +0000

No possible way forward on this one-way road
Taking a left seems to be the right way.
I wish it wasn't.

Empty

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 23 May 2014 18:02:00 +0000

infinite, yet empty

busy, yet lazy

wanted, yet broken

shining, yet dark

waiting, to be hurt

sleepy and hollow

Broken

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 23 May 2014 18:01:00 +0000

A piece of glass
A door knob
A chair
A tap
A windshield
A computer
A window
A lamp
A pen
A dream
and everything in it.

Caged heat

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 21 Mar 2014 15:28:00 +0000

It is an ordinary cage
Not for a creature, though
I locked my love in it a long time ago

Sometimes, my love stretches out
And reaches for a stranger who isn't that strange

But I forbid it
This world is not place for you, love

You are too good for me

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 16 Jan 2014 17:18:00 +0000

The perfect round face

The bright, shiny eyes

The voice so smooth

The talk, smoother

The weight to throw around

The height so tall

Visible from afar

From the crowd I form

…

Maybe in some other life

The Bald Eagle

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 03 Jan 2014 17:53:00 +0000

It nibbled on the food.
It had a drink of water.
It stretched.
It hopped out of the open door of the cage.
It did not fly.
It was told to behave like a good Emu.
It did.

Come on out

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 19 May 2011 04:49:00 +0000

The ghosts mock at me

From behind the shadows

From deep pits below

I do not understand why

Why now?

What do they want?

Is there a message?

Come out you cowards

Come and face me in the eye

If you dare

Knocking on Hell's door

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 18:46:00 +0000

The past is scratching on the walls,
The ones that block my Hell.
It wants to come rushing in.
Taking me down with it.
There aint no Dean to save me this time,
My Impala's all rusted.
Lucifer is coming back for his revenge,
He is coming out of his cage.

Something on your mind

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 16:16:00 +0000

Have you heard it?
A word,
A name,
An instance,

Something you love so much,
That it scares you.

Something you want to forget so much,
That it stays with you forever.

A place you want so bad,
That you close its door, even for yourself.

Have you heard it?
Echoing in someone else's voice?

Have you?

They scatter away

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 14:53:00 +0000

As soon as I open my eyes

They scatter away –my dreams

No matter how hard I try

I can’t put my finger on them

The good, the bad, the ugly

As soon as I open my eyes

They scatter away

The scenes that played out, the memories, fade away

The feelings remain

The bad ones stay a bit longer

There are so many of them

And all so vivid, but

As soon as I open my eyes

They scatter away

I lie in the sandpit

Every grain has a story

I try to collect them

As soon as I close my fist

They scatter away

Chronicles of a half-geek

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 20:22:00 +0000

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Another blog

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 18:07:00 +0000

So, as I was saying, it has been some time since my last blog. I have decided to start afresh. Hence a new blog. I will be posting here soon.

It's been a while

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 18:01:00 +0000

It has been quite some time since I posted on the good old blogspot. The microblogging fad has kept me busy and yes the task of earning money does eat your time. Many a times have I wished to return to the blogosphere..but the inherent laziness always wins.
I can't say if I am back or not. Let's see.

Suffocated

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 22:38:00 +0000

In a rush to survive, you forget to breathe

Your mind, clogged with trivial matters, doesn’t see the bigger picture

The sky is blocked behind the towering skyline and polluted air

Swimming among the sea of people

You lose the sense of direction, purpose

You become just another swimmer

Forgetting who you really are

Where and why are you here

You kill your desires with your needs

You chain yourself to your own greed

You slowly become comfortable in your cage

Even if you want to, you are scared to fly

Gloom

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 21:37:00 +0000

The air was refreshingly depressing
The weather was perfect, yet the gloom inside lingered on to what was around
The place was painfully familiar
Every step known and predictable
While the heart wanted to fly
The mind was comfortably lazy
There was a certain amount of anger too
Not having a way out, it had burnt the inside
A wish to be someone else
And at the same time refusing to let go