Friday, April 21, 2006

"Silences"



Distraught in silences
Enclosed in muffled screams
I live in a void...
shouting, just to be seen

Struggling through the conversation
learning to listen..
sounds i cannot hear
I make up the words..

Aching pain, numbs me
makes me feel restless
I give in to the darkness
stifling the cries

Scentences wither away
midway
losing their sense
mumblings, rumblings

My lips part... and then... nothing.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Mundane

losing myself in inches..
in the everyday regularity
escaping the last second
to relive it again

continual routine
variant in degrees, too miniscule
i am no longer unique,
existing day-in and day-out

clashin inside everyday
the two minds
one which wants to change
and the one who does not

i am reaching out
but am not yet there
the comfort in being mundane
seems more promising

fighting in this battle
to salvage my soul
hoping to be reborn
breaking the chains of lethargy

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Thunderbirds

stashed inside are a million men
a million songs...stories and ends
memories..all gasping for air
stifling inside, crumpled in a corner
inside the trunk, which has lost its key
the ghosts are rattling

haunting for attention
they now command the crossroads
appearing unexpectedly
excruciatingly they gaze
upon all that is "now" and
all that is soon to be...

I lull myself to sleep
swimming in tears,wet with dismay
they beg to forget, to be forgotten
the death of a memory..

i wish for them to be revived
but thunderbirds dont sing that song anymore..

Monday, April 03, 2006

classroom

truly a sight..
fists cuddled in fight..
the corner occupied..
others.. go on walkin by
its the lunchtime

a few gather in the hall
exchanging tidbits
from their lunchboxes and their lives
giggling in delight

someone else is sobbing away
the cruelty of life
comforting words are being said..
afterall there is another test
coming up after the lunchtime..

notebooks, chalks, benches..
are being arranged
everyone is in their place
blackboard has been cleaned

and then the bell rings...

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