Cold War

Erupts a scaled back and bulging arms.
Wide eyed it stares at the sights.
The fire burning around.
The cold ice.
The yellow moon.
The creatures they come out at night.
With a vengeance to annihilate all that was once built.
The rampage spills over and takes lives of the peaceful.
Peaceful ? - Is that the reason for your existence?
You do not deserve life foul beings!
Wrath - face it now. Face and shiver in front of us.

Wielding an axe a man stands up and beckons with a soft voice.
Come to me you.

Silence and thunder.
The war ended then.

Restless beauty

Her body shakes and she has visions.
She cannot rest for she longs for sleep.
Something erupts inside her chest and the roar is deafening.
She cannot bear it any longer.
She needs to loosen up and withdraw support.
She falls off the height of the scraper
Into the barren land below.
The people passing by see her floating past them.
Her naked body looks magical
But tears flow down her cheeks
Visible to none.
She bellows into the air
She cries for help
But there is no one whatsoever
Everyone has someone more important than her.
She wonders why she has no one.
She realises that she was the one who was too aloof.
Seeing life
And laughing at what was ordinary.
She lived alone to die alone.
All along there was someone longing to know her
But she paid no heed.
Her chest erupted
Out came the black blood.
With all the hatred burnt inside her.
Stored - not to be unleashed upon the timid world
She was beautiful that night on her bed.
Her restless body
All the while trying to sleep.
She slept yes
But too late she found sleep
She never saw dreams at night.
She would wake up in sobs

The Sun, The Stars and The Boy

The sun shone brightly at high noon.
A small kid stood naked to the skin staring up at the yellow.
"Why do you shine O mighty yellow?"
"Why do you give hope when all I have are my skin and bones?"
"Who are you to throw light when not a morsel enters my mouth, when just a few drops go down my throat?"
Disgusted and appalled at the ego that the sun held - the kid wandered off into the jungle.
In the midst of the the thick brown he sat and ate the fruits.
Alone and shattered - the boy wondered what his purpose was.
He had it all once upon a time.
But he left it all.
So disenchanted was he that the had no hook to hold on with.
He left all to come and stand naked under the sun.
He would cry too much and hope for too much.


That particular day, he slept till the night came up.
He yawned and jumped to see the stars of the night.
So brilliant they seemed - alone and scattered - but all the same.
Like a great family that served no purpose other than to fulfil a collective need; to suffice other beings.
The little boy jumped up and down for a light held him that moment.
He jumped up and down and grew tired.

He spoke to the stars, "You give so much, and want nothing for yourself."
"I believe I love you - but you shall also leave me"
"I do not like it that you are so far away."
"Come closer and spend your life with me"

The next morning the wicked sun came up to the boy
"I am sorry to have hurt you yesterday - but the truth is; I was the star you spoke to last night and I am the sun you speak to right now."
"I change everyday to suit people's wishes."
"I am not yours to hold"
"I belong only to me"

A strange encounter of the love kind

I saw the black sails as they came ashore; carrying the beacon of all that could annihilate. A form crept out and dragged its many feet across the blue sand to stand in front of me. There it stood - the colossal being with its saliva and sweat pouring on me like rain. A shadow that hid all light. I saw in its eyes the dirt that had accumulated over the past many years. With its large puffy hands it groped to catch hold of me. The ignorant fool that I was - I offered no resistance. I felt the air leave my body and I felt my limbs go numb. I could sense the throbbing of my brain so precisely that I knew each nerve ending. All that had passed - I could see now before me. All that lay forth I could predict with distinction. I heard its heavy steps as it took me through the sand that wanted us engulfed inside. It took me across and threw me onto the wretched ship. I gathered myself and put forth my hand - shaking and shivering with the adrenaline bursting through my vessels. She grabbed my hand and it seemed softer now. I pulled her from the sand from where she emerged glowing in white. Her hair glistened in the sun and her cheeks shone brighter than the galaxy that surrounded us. I held her in my arms and looked at the elegant ship and the comforts it offered. She opened her eyes and saw me there. She cried for help and I stood horrified. Tears running down her cheeks and her body swaying without support. I fell from the ship and died on my way to the ocean floor. Rumour has it that the being had sand in her eyes and brain that clouded her thoughts. She saw something that was not there. She felt something that was not there. She failed to see me as I stood there.

Flight to belonging

He looked across at me and smiled.
He smiled because he was crying.
Thinking of the days gone by when the 2 of us would be together.
Alone or even with our friends.
There were times when we would speak at length and times when we would hardly open our mouths.
I found him innocent and enigmatic.
There was always this crazy side to him that I am still in love with.
I still think of the long drives, the great music, the silent seats and the peace.
May be it is something that both of us always shied away from.
It was something both of us were too scared of.
What if he would leave me or what if he had nothing to talk to me about and slowly the love would fade?
And then just a few days back it struck me that love is a creation.
There is no reason why I can sit peacefully at home with my brother or drive peacefully with my best friend.
And that answered it for me - all that I ever want is peaceful times.
2 people cannot always talk and cannot always be around each other.
I feel like such a kid but well, I wonder if he understand what I understand now. . .
Then again, I know that he was always quite bright.
I think he knew this - but somewhere, he did not want to raise my hopes.
Yeah - -yeah, I think that is it.
He never walked across because he never wanted to spoil the peace.
He understood that if I was not ready - him crossing over to 'love' would ruin it all.
May be - hell, I know he always waited for me to say yes before he could ask.

But I wonder if he will still be there.
Knowing what his mind is made of I know for sure that he must be gazing at the sky or the sea right know and mulling over his decisions and thinking of where his current path is headed.

I feel foolish right now - our friends never thought of us as a couple and I never thought I would ever want to be in a relationship again after what I had gone through the first time.
It is sad how my surroundings had influenced me to treat love as a great and mighty creation.
It is bullshit - it is as complex as the air we breathe methinks.

A crooked smile

An inexplicable smile adorns his face.
It is brilliant and dark.
Feels lonely with a lone smile.
Depression abounds and subsides
Just to let a ray of light in
To shore up the empty chest
Shooting stars they drop from the sky
And tell him there is hope yet
Belief is sad
Belief is naked
Belief is joy
He shall sleep again he believes
And rest his weary body
Because a smile has coloured his dark face.
There is hope in life still
Because the naughty smile makes his eyes weep
Something childish in the way he saw his fingers scatter the light
Something juvenile in how he proclaimed conquest of this wild world
Something dreadful about how he thought the things he thought.
He was brilliant that man.
Shooting stars they fell from the sky
To light up the dark
To mock the moon
Fingers smothered the tails
And a smile changed his face
His hand was clenched
His hand was open
He smiled at his thoughts and how they made the world obey