Beading up a reality with background music.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Truth

He was with her soulfully.
Because bodies can't take away pain.
Souls can.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Beauty, That I've seen a million times, been a quarter, Enchanted by the soul it walks away, behind, and forward.
Hides in despair, losing to lust.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Neon pink

We run in circles, making neon triangles.
I am just starting to learn
Inked a paper and refilled the liquid

Monday, April 25, 2011

Roses.

Gul mi kushtam gul-e-gulab
Mi kushtam
Khaq-e-qadamat
Pad-i-dam-e-wardaashtam

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Truth

A little less than 2 weeks.
Vanish and bliss.
Vanity and discourage

She awaits the aisle of roses and green.

The space between light and you.

We've reached down into space
And walked through air for nothing
Held onto the moments that were useless

And now we sit, drained, parched and unwanted by ourselves.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Promise

Today,
A promise I make. Or two and a few
That old man walking down the street, I'd be his stick to walk with,
And I see a girl around the corner everyday, she needs new shoes,
Maybe I can use my pocket money for those
Today,
A promise I make,
To keep my word.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

First step to self discovery is not knowing that you need to explore yourself. Its examining the need to be an individual, its about making yourself the number one priority in your life.


Ameer Khusrau

Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi,mun tun shudam tu jaan shudi

Taakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegari


I have become you, and you me,

I am the body, you soul;
So that no one can say hereafter,
That you are are someone, and me someone else.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Origami

Once when we built a house
It was purple
And it was blue
The windows leaked
And the pipes tied the doors

Once when we moved far away
The car drove itself
From china to mineapolis
We ate on streets
And slept on lamp posts

Again they picked up
And threw us against the trash can

Once when we built a house
It was black
And it was grey

Neend



1:43am: He got tired of chasing the crawling lights on his wall, made by the cars zooming by.


His head was heavy,
numb, yet not.
Did not feel a thing, yet did.
Emtionless.Full.


2:30am: Craving for an emotional break, to cry his heart and eyes out. He drove to her place.
She knew he wasn’t asleep.
Knew he couldn’t.


She knew him too well for him to put everything he felt and thought into words.


2:45am: Welcoming with open arms, just as he knew she would.
The room was dimly lit with a few candles.


His heart smiled at her innocence. At her Love.


2:50am: She lead him to the bed, made him sit and sat right behind him.
Kneeling into her , he lay there eyes closed. Tears at the rim of his eyes.
She let it be. Let the tears be. Knew he’d find the comfort in her, in her presence.


Guzar Jaayen Sukh Se Teri
Dukh Bhari Ratiyaan
Badal Doon Maein Tohse Ankhiyaan
Bas Maein Agar Ho Yeh Batiyaan
Maangu Duaaen Haath Uthaaye
Meri Nindiya
Tohe mil jaaye
Main jaagun, Tu sojaye





...and He slipped into sweet slumber.

Shades of reality

It felt like a film running through the reel


Black and white, more black than white, Actually grey and black. White would be pure eh? Or white too.
making perfect sense, and not. Clear and blurry.
How did it feel to be carried on four shoulders? wondering today, he held onto an edge of  the palanquin. Yes, he'd call it a palanquin. Maybe because he didn't have enough guts to call it what it really truly was, or maybe because She was always his princess, no matter what everyone else thought. Said.


Sapnay Samaitay, Dil Haar ke, yeh maan ke, chal diyeh
Khudh ko lapaitay, iss bahaar mein, dil haar ke, hum chalein,


Walking through acres of land, of colors, of love, of scents. Still wondering.

Jab Rang sab azad hain, toh mausam naraz hain kyun?
Saday libaas mein, Sawan naraz hai kyun?

Muse

Find me a new muse before you leave
Before you walk down the aisle and say your I do's
Find me another you.
Not having written in a while, she loses connection.
Sits against the cold of the wood and gathers, gathers what peases her the most.and the scent of roses.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Concrete

Lets walk down the road to meet new people,
Until our destinies  are forgotten and mistaken for theirs.
Until the world sets no bounderies