Looking at Life like a Chagall painting

In the sugar-coated motion of everyday life,

The crystallized lips--they do not speak.

Passers-by look distorted through the looking glass.

A little like: Looking at Life like a Chagall painting.

Stripping life down to the mere basics,

Letting the old spirits float around you.

The sound of the rain hitting the window pane,

And the wind howling with the wish to enter.

Remind you how Life is in its actuality.

Ready to take you up on a moment's notice.

And not let go of you: Till the eyes are sunken,

And the smiles are gone, the bones jutting through.

Till the dreams die and the soul fades.

Life takes the twinkle of eyes and the dimples.

And promises nothing, but the precious gift of Death.

For Death is reality and Life a mere illusion,

However ghastly she may be!

World on Pause Button

Life dances with her shiny twinkled toes.
Madly round and round 

                                             ................a carousel.

The melodies play on a bitter sweet mode.

Lovely tinkling noise

…..….a murky brook.

They go around from mouth to mouth.
Words don’t matter much

.............sinking sand.

People have their colorful masks.

They say "I do"

                                                      .........they don’t.

Sitting on the cold park bench.

Watch the world go by

                                             ........…..a mad rush.

Felt you when I wrote the last line.

In white moonlight glow.

  ………..was sleeping.

Have the world on a pause button.

Coz my world is bigger

                                 ….than you can ever imagine.

dance of life

I want to go dancing tonight—

Maybe on the clear drops of dew,

That the night arrays on the grass.

Under the moonlight when it’s cool and dark

Or maybe on the cobblestones without shoes,

Feel the cool round stones make love to my feet.

Hearing the music of my heartbeats,

As I silently dance the night away.

Or maybe on the beach where the waves hit in ripples.

To the rhythm of the roar of the sea.

Hearing the tap of my moves mark the mighty sea.

Or maybe in the storm when the rain beats fast.

To the changing moods of zephyr and wet with thunder.

Insomnia

As the night rolls on, turns midnight blue.

Blanks stars one by one; they were too good to be true.

Catching stars with fishing lines seem flimsy.

Seeing dreams with open eyes is just another whimsy.

And as dawn breaks horizon with its shattering golden light,

Lending to the dark soulless night daily sight.

Sleep has hidden a tired weary soul in its gossamer veil.

Dreaming with closed eyes; dreams of any other kind seem to pale.

And when the sunlight tickles my eyelids with her playful rays.

Eyelashes hug each other; fervently wishing nights were its days.

Battling a losing fight, squeezing my eyes tight shut.

Demanding the rather lovely dream not be so cruelly ‘cut’.

But all good things come to an end, and repose is finally lost.

And I take leave...of my senses that is.

Has an increasing hysterical urge to laugh and cry

And swing on the inter-galactic pathway from here

To heaven; not that you should think I am high.

I am just out of my mind.

So I shall now take leave,

Of my senses too that is.

So can I sit down and do some normal stuff?

Are You done with your stupid silly games?

If You weren’t God, I wouldn’t be so polite.

Wouldn’t ask twice.

Need to clean my act.

And my cupboards too.

Wants to knock on God’s head and see what goes on.

Is he having a good laugh while I am swinging on?

I hope to God He is, coz I don’t feel like laughing much.

At least someone should laugh,

At any given point in time.

Me thinks I want ice cream.

Retail Therapy

I took a walk down the sale,

I didn't like what was on offer.

So I tripped and traipsed all along.

And when the day is over, the mix of colors and light.

In the shopping bag, does not fill up the hole in my soul.

With all the psychedelic thoughts in my head,

Bursting like stars in the atmosphere of my brain.

Trying to capture the sun in my mind.

For one star-burst in my head will make it alright.

And getting one is so goddamned hard.

I laugh deliriously with the jokes and the crisis.

Pieces of paper once so important dont measure up

Coldness in my fingers or is it my wallet?

Taste of a Woman

Tears that are salty,

Music that scalds the mind.

Kisses that are sloppy,

Poesy that I cant find.

Laughter that is irreverent,

Tears that are hot.

Love that is fleeting.

Lectures which I heed not.

Words that tug at my mind,

Fear that is omniscient.

Anger that I cant find.

Anxiety that grips my throat.

Leaving behind a girl most whimsical.

Becoming a woman nevertheless is liberating.