THE TUBE LIGHT

You

2009-12-12T07:28:00.000-08:00

I want to lie in your bed

with you

shed my clothes

and you shed yours,

naked to each other

revealilng all, hiding none

I want you to hold me

bare against your body

I want to let my body be yours

and yours be mine,

I want to drown

in pleasure

The pleasure of your body

rubbing against mine

I want your lips

to touch mine

then wound them

with your overwhelming strength

I want to feel

that feeling

the feeling of you and mine

naked to each other

revealing all, hiding none

The Desert Journey

2009-12-10T09:13:00.000-08:00

Uneventfully

The days pass

Sometimes a black eye

others a silent nod

sometimes faint red cheeks

generally unnoticed

so we walk the joureny

a journey through an empty desert

in hope of

an occasional oasis

For I have never known

purity

for we have never expirienced

exhilaration

for we are imperfectly made

and so we weep and smile

imperfectly

unable to experience

pure joy or pain

we aspire but never reach

so we fit in

we give up and attempt

to satisfy ourselves

with a faded glory

an imperfect painting

unmoved

unfeeling

undone

like a desert journey

waiting

for the next oasis

The Unhaughty

2009-11-24T08:34:00.000-08:00

The brilliant blue sky rose above the horizon, the waves of the crystal bejeweled battered against the low cliff, the clear horizon drew the line between sky and sea. On one side sea gulls and other birds flew through gay blue, cotton studded skies, on the other whales and sharks swam hungrily through deep blue waters in hope of a bird from the sky might touch the delicate line, the line between life and death, the line between catching prey and being prey. he sat on the rock. naked to the wind and rain, naked to the world; not that he knew of the world. his hair in locks bound by tree gum and leaves hung on his shoulders..his arms covered in briuses blood and cuts from hunting. now having satisfied his hunger he desired none other than to sit on the rock, his rock and watch..watch the battering crystal sea until hunger moved him again or the waves drove him away. so he sat part of the picture painted, so part of the picture..that without him..the deep and light held no meaning.He sat in harmony with nature, unlike other men he did not haughtily distuinguish himself above his environment rather he remained a part of nature not letting his pride get the better of him.

The walk to the Finish Line

2009-11-06T04:48:00.000-08:00

I walk to the finish line

nobody can push me faster

than I want to go

nobody can stop me

nobody can hurry me

This is not a race for me

but a walk

a walk on a clear

sunday evening

home

because I walk

with no one

and for no one

other than my self

I walk alone

I do not want companions

they are only an extra mouth

to feed

I do not walk

the way men tell me to walk

I do not desire

they tell me

I only ask

they let me walk

my own way

and they walk

there way

I walk

at my pace

to the finish line

and there

I die

at my own pace

HOTTIE!

2009-09-26T08:16:00.000-07:00

Your hot dude!

Shahid kapoor

Brad pitt

And james bond

Your blue eyes

Are like a gate

A gate to an unkown world

The world of love

Your figure

Standing on white sand

Breaking waves

In the sunny background

Sent my docile heart

Flying to the moon

(did it come back?)

Hottie!

here’s my phone number

call me when your free

I’ll be waiting

But

You’r not looking at me

Your gone off

Surrounded

By a million others

I’ve fallen back in

The race to you

I hold my empty autograph book

And the sticky note

With my phone number

The Scar of Happiness/The Price Tag

2009-06-28T03:40:00.000-07:00

scars of happiness
ever heard of that?
every happiness carries
a scar
a scar
a price tag

pain
death
life
ropes
hurt
deceit

because nothing
nothing
ever given
is free

happiness
has it cost

this is the cost of happiness
this is the lifetime cost
for a minute of blisss

there is nothing is free
happiness is not free
this is the price tag
this is the scar if happpiness
on my leg

CHRISTIAN LIARS!

2009-06-14T10:34:00.000-07:00

They call justice for them

But they can’t give me justice

They call for the right to speak

But they don’t give me the right to speak

They call us to stand of for truth

But the truth that don’t like

They say, is not to be stood up for

They pray flowery prayers for peace in their churches

Preserve ethics by

Making everyone where uniforms

Valiantly donate all their clothes to IDP’S

But if they let us speak

There would not have been IDP’S

We died because of them

Because they wanted justice

But could only talk it

I prefer those who talk unjust

And act unjust

Atleast some honesty

Silence

2009-06-07T06:10:00.000-07:00

Silence

Silence again

Silence

Why do they all want it

Why cant I shout

Why cant I run

Why must there

Be silence?

A creepy form of torture

Ha! Discipline

“Loud is unnecessary

Self control

No expression

To feeling

No extreme

Submission

Silence “

herd instinct aparrently

2009-05-26T06:59:00.000-07:00

everyone

wants to be in

everyone wants

to be it

everyone wants to be

like everyone else

herd instinct

apparently

is instinct some permanent

disease

Present in all human beings?

Were bound by it

we can’t walk over

Makes you

quite pathetic no?

facebook personality

2009-05-24T04:25:00.000-07:00

I got this notification from this really good kinda girl who never in her life ever dreamt of even having a crush about her requesting me to do a quiz ‘what kind of boyfriend do you have’ then I got a hug you request from a guy who would never dream of hugging me. In addition, a girl I met ounce sent me a best friend request. A few days later, I found my best friend told facebook she had a boyfriend before she told me. Honestly I don’t get it. why are people one person on facebook and another in reality. Aparrently its all fun

The Air Conditioned ball

2009-05-24T04:24:00.000-07:00

I am in a ball

An air-conditioned one

Quite happy inside

Inside we smile

Only cry from happiness

Overflowing

With happily ever afters

Unending unconditional

Love

But time is calling

In the name of adulthood

Forcing me to leave

The ball

To a world

of pain...of consciousness

Of hurt....of hate

Of hopelessness

Oh reality!

How terrible is adulthood!

If only I could turn the clock around

I am

2009-05-20T10:02:00.001-07:00

I am a kid with attention defecit hypermeuetropia

I am a philosopher, trying to make out the geust of life

I am a rebel, thats hates authaurity

I am a poet, as soft as cheese

I am a tyrant, with no regard for anyone but me

what am I?

everyone tells me

another story

am I all of them?

none of them ?

one of them ?

which?

Grandma says

2009-05-17T08:48:00.000-07:00

Eyes glued

To tv screens

Crying mothers

Fighting men

Starving children

In the distance

A firecracker

Cracks

Men dance in the

Street

victory!

Grandma sais

They were payed

the defenders dead

the terrorists dead

he died a coward

not a savior

here I am

here we are

grandma sais

they will come and kill us all

BANG!

2009-05-17T07:13:00.000-07:00

BANG!

A fire cracker

Cracks

In the distance

It’s V-day!

They say

Men dance in the streets

Waving flags

Singing

Its over!

Far away

In the middle of

Some distant jungle

Men prepare

To die

They’v lost

They must die heroes

Rather than live

For what they believe

BANG!

Cats Eyes

2009-05-16T02:23:00.000-07:00

its dark,I cant find
I'm not a cat
I am in other words
temporarily blind
I dunno,where I stand
where I am walking
I cant see the signboards
I may step on a land mine
something may pr ounce on me
from lurking corners
where is the end
I am vulnerable,defenseless
to the cruelty of chance
and the unknown(if it exists)
cause i don't know
i cant see
I don't have cats eyes

City of Truth/lies

2009-05-02T09:22:00.001-07:00

Dunno

Where I am

I’ve lost myself

In the city of truth

Down the lane

Of freedom

Of liberty

From bondage

I ‘m deceived

False billboards

Carrying lies

LIES

This is the city

Of LIES!

I am lost

I can’t get out

The truth

Is hidden

WE

2009-05-02T08:47:00.000-07:00

I dont feel you
not like before
in silence
I cannot find you
but you
are never loud
your voice
speaks in silence
mine in
loudness
you and I
cant be we
this way

2009-04-25T03:58:00.000-07:00

every time I climb
I fall
I am too weak
to hold myself
too fragile
to stand
without hunching
to empty to love
or to be loved
I am to weak
I cant push

2009-04-25T03:50:00.000-07:00

my daddy wont come till 10 today
90,000 people must be fed
his back must bend, his heart go waste
nothing for us...

is this justice
the price of justice??

I'm bloody selfish

a shepard must tend his sheep
but what are his sheep
I , or hungry children

what right do I have
to claim fathers form the fatherless?
what right do I have
to rob from the poor?

is it fair? is it just?
the sad elope my happiness?
that there pain be mine?
that they don't have love
neither do I?

questions of justice
fairness
rights
or of selfishness??

Becoming Young

2009-04-21T08:11:00.000-07:00

Chose

To believe

In fantasy

Than find practicality

Chose

To take a chance

And find him again

To smile again

To dance

Like a child again

But I am old

And can the old

Become young again

Hide

2009-04-06T09:52:00.000-07:00

I want to hide

For ounce

Hide my thoughts

From eyes

Eyes that define

What I haven’t

Defined

But I feel

Like glass

Transparent

What if they knew

What if judgment

Came before

Judgment day

They know my thoughts

But there illiterate of my pain

Of a thwarting conscience

That breaks my very soul

Into pieces

To them black is black

And white is white

The other way

Is the other way

There is no choice

I have a choice

Bad Way

2009-04-06T09:44:00.000-07:00

today I choose to go the bad way
to follow my nature, so long subdued
I chose to take the easy path
because I am tired of being good
its time to go back home

back to the den of evil
that's the only home
I can stay long without being restless
time to forget to think
time to fly free again
to the skies of dark again

is there something as bad?
cant we just live, live
live everyday as it comes
celebrate not constantly think
and tie more knot round
why cant this be good?

cause I am flying
there is no feeling higher
no satisfaction greater
but the want to be good
for some ulterior motive
draws me to goodness

its dragging me
I don't want to follow
I want to fly without wings
a want to run into the night
away from men who define
the world for you

if I return I will live it again
close the gates again
I just manged to open them
i will become acceptable
but I want to run, run with the wind
as far as I can, as far as I will

escaping in glasses

2009-04-02T09:16:00.001-07:00

life is good
Im wearing glasses
pink ones
no I'm not an optimist
I revived a way
to look
but not take it in
I found a way
an escape
on a lonely island
away from the waves
unable to brake me
and no one comes
its only me
and happy
living
happily ever after

Wish

2009-03-28T23:00:00.000-07:00

I wish I had courage
Like no other man

I wish I had strength
Like no other man

I wish I had hope
Like no other man

I wish I had a mind
Like no other man

I wish I had ability
Like no other man

Like everyman
I want be like no
Other man

Flying Above Rooftops

2009-03-27T07:16:00.000-07:00

trying to fly
above the rooftops
of my enemies
trying to triumph
for ounce
above the usual
victor

but every time
either the wind
the wind blown against
brings me down
or my wings break
halfway
or someone breaks
the balance
the harmony
that keeps opposite
pieces drawn
to each other
I fall
never rise above
the rooftops