Fallacies and fall outs.

Settling into a rejection
 gazing at the times
I held you back or the times
I held out for you.
Fresh salty drops forming their usual curve.
 I pulled out that ache out of the sack.



 You always changed
 like a chameleon
 you were pink, violet yet at times you were blood red.
Your eyes were always moist
 every time you looked at me
I could see a flicker
 it pierced through me
like a needle
 surprisingly warm.
You had a very talkative pair of lips
 they cared less, spoke more.
 On the other hand you were also the breeze
the cool and the calm
the quick and the curious.
And you were my person
the one who made me cry
made me laugh
made me fight
 made me sad
 Every failing of yours made me furious
cos when it was you, it was me.


 I struggled through the last verses of acceptance
 it threw me very far.
Of course there were remnants,
broken memories and a birthday card.

Near death experience.

The black shadow screeched against my wet skin blood trickling out onto the black surface,crooked. Screams and howls all over the place,everywhere some faint,yet others piercing my ear drums. Colourful fabrics surrounds me,and no air. I lifted my eyelids,heavier then ever, tempted to close,to ease the pain. Such a crimson sky,I have seen never. Enthused audience,kept poking and pulling me. Lost in the carnival I surrendered all of my poise I barked out a laughter, a laughter marking victory and splendour but only blood gushed out damp,sticky. Crawling to hold on to the last bit of life I screamed at the top of my voice. What followed... splash of water and a public tale.

Briefing.

A perfectly lit up room. Loose threads and the polished teal appropriately charming the curtains. A white dish indicating an unfinished meal. Fingers entangled, fitting perfectly in the spaces. Clothes strewn all over, a smile on two faces. Laughter embraces the walls, and a sense of belonging submerges the inert ceiling. as two legs continue fidgeting and dancing. It was the sharp rays of dawn, that shook her out of her bliss she felt the empty creases she saw the door ajar. As she walked up to steal one last glance she pushed the white dish shattering it into pieces while her soggy eyes kept pricking.

Distance.

When I struggled to inflict my most desperate attempts, trying to get hold of you, to get hold of the mess, you pushed my shivering hands away, and I lost my grip over the last bits of my pride. And something died in me.

Thought curry.

Every nook,every corner is slipping. Knitting in the pieces of the fragmented feeling. Its scattered all around. A part of it is with the odd smile, yet another in your repetitive curiosity. There is another in your sheer annoyance. But what is breaking these fragments further, is the fear, the fear that there will be a time, when the pieces just wont fit in.

Rendezvous

As you lifted the blanket
off a grumpy sore me
in a smelly diseased hospital bed.
My eyes red,
restless in pain.
There was sudden joy
searing through my mind.
After nearly 10 hours,
I smiled back at you
as you cured me with your 10 minute presence.

Passivity,no more.

A wandering mind
looking for adventure
is tied down
to time and it's whims
such a static dead culture.
One tiny glimpse
of something new
infuses life into this troubled soul.
A beginning of a revolution
settles in the thought process
and an idea is created
hesitant at it's core
but determined as a whole
born out of a burn
a belief survives
as dawn sets in
in search for busy lives.