the yellow page

blame canada

2008-05-22T06:54:00.000+05:30

What makes you so special, really? what
is it about you that has me moping
even after one hundred and fifty nine days?
oh yes, i counted; did you think i would not?
Everyone knows I remember more than I should
of the things they say when they're not
sure they mean any of it

The problem with being me
is that I always find
a way to find
meaning in everything

pilgrimage

2008-02-04T10:01:00.000+05:30

darling, there is nothing I can tell you.
of all the knowledge mankind cloaks itself with
there is none so frightening as this -
that you are the future of the world.

i will walk down forbidden paths
as youth, as woman, as promise
i will find the ways in which i am fooled
fooled once, fooled twice; and shame on us all
i will find faith where people have stopped looking
and purpose where they say there is none

down a road alone
who will come with me?

remove from list

2008-01-21T10:44:00.000+05:30

a favour i'll ask
of you if you
won't return my letters
unwind that skein
of please-forgive-mes and send
the thread back to me
so I can undo
all the pity I brought
into this friendship

at that point when i'm mutilating daisies

2007-10-24T07:25:00.000+05:30

I miss you when you're gone
I miss you all the time
I wish you were here, though i cannot imagine
past the fulfilment of that one wish
I drop references of you into disconnected conversations
the way one drops names of famous people one knows,
nonchalantly on purpose, like secrets that beg to be told
I think of you every second second
in spurts and shocks and spite
(in spite)
of all better judgement
I hold long discussions with you in my head
where I say all the things I wish I could think of
when you were around, when people heard me
I wait with busy signals and pointed status messages
all for you, only for you
and I forgive you when you never notice
I write you letters pages long in my imagination
and then tear them up because
they all end up making uncomfortable admissions
that I am not sure i believe...or want to

I've been here before
will I survive another one?

retreating into old habitats

2007-10-01T08:09:00.000+05:30

I can no longer find the words
with which to cover my confusion
I do not know if I can stand
how will I bear to stand uncovered
unclothed here without the benefit
of my inconsequential chatter

I worry that not speaking my mind will mean
that it is more misunderstood than ever
But in these silences I find calm
Is that not something to be happy for?

for lack of better subject lines

2007-06-29T14:56:00.000+05:30

you hurt me, you do
even if you don't mean to
or want to
and i wonder at how many tears i will cry
before the coincidences overwhelm

for i'm tired of being cautious
and i don't know how
to read what you give me
you expect so much
more than i can give you
perhaps it's time to
just let it go

limbo

2007-06-15T21:33:00.000+05:30

If there were some way
I could unburden

If there were a way I could
lessen the load
the guilt, the shame
promises unfulfilled
potential unrealized
if I could
I wonder
if I would

Because if I told someone
someone would know
what would i do for secrets, then?

does it have bunnies

2007-05-26T22:58:00.000+05:30

sickle cycle
how we turn
to stay in
the here and now

and other Pink Floyd moments

2007-05-24T02:48:00.000+05:30

I can't wrap my heart around you

I can't

You're not here

Where I am

'pologies

2007-05-21T16:02:00.000+05:30

Sure, I knew from the beginning
This equivalent to summer fling
would last as long as we would let it
Or I, in case you didn't get it
I wondered just a little though
If I shouldn't have felt more low
Apparently, though, there is no guilt
At the charming picture I have built
Perhaps because I had the sense
To make no wishes in future tense,
make no promises in my sleep...
Only promises that I could keep

:)

regretfully

2007-05-03T13:03:00.000+05:30

Mister, I can't
talk to you any more
I am afraid of losing myself
of pretending to be somebody
because i think you'll like her
better

See, I did it before
I won't do it again
so goodbye

I have had a nice time, though
And mostly I was me
Mostly, unexpectedly
Much thanks for that, sir

sunday sleeping

2007-04-29T21:25:00.000+05:30

I dreamed of you but
not involuntarily
not unconsciously, not subconsciously
the un-prefixed way; on purpose
scenarios putty in my mind
Like daydreams, only not
because i sleep for these
Sleep multiple night-times
in the middle of the afternoon
sleep pudgy lethargy
until I come out on the other side
and then turn over
and do it again

I didn't expect to miss you
and then did it anyway
When are you coming home?

because it isn't exactly blue

2007-04-21T00:33:00.000+05:30

go away, marcie
i'm very good at references
see the pie
he loves me because
of the terrible fish

ellipses

2007-04-16T04:41:00.000+05:30

perhaps the deepest secret regret is
that i will never find that perfect series
of random events that are so easy
to imagine in my wildest dreams
perhaps romance is
not something that will find me
tiptoeing unhindered up behind me
to give me memories
i already remember
from tomorrow
perhaps there are no love stories
for someone like me

wrapped

2007-04-08T07:03:00.000+05:30

crushing
first boy i told
so bold
mother, she would scold
well hey
were i to say
oh, stay
would you say okay
chat a while
and smile
or is it all futile

like whistles

assonance

2007-03-31T05:34:00.000+05:30

little white cat
it made overtures
crouched under cabinet
my mews alternating
her eyes gleaming
and with lights out
a streak
of flying fur

tomorrow, perhaps purrs

anthem

2007-03-26T22:37:00.000+05:30

This is my body
You will not touch it
Not without explicit
permission from me

cattle prod

2007-03-26T09:02:00.000+05:30

and when you go to sleep at night
do you replay all the things we said?
when walking, wandering, do you hear
created conversations in your head?

and when i send you letters without
subject, purpose, stucture; do
you think that they require replies,
or are they simply passing through?

write me, go ahead
yes, i know that i'd said
i wrote not for replies
well, then write me some lies
what are you afraid of letting slip, anyway?

not what they were looking for

2007-03-23T09:27:00.000+05:30

what if i just go, what if i just take
the next bus that comes, to away and back
let go of everything, everyone
break the ties that bind

and i want shoulders to cry on
but i cannot trust the ones around
i know, like quicksand they'll slip
slide under weary eyes
and the tears will only puddle
around my feet again

perhaps i should be watching better
almost fell out that hole in my head
i'm so much older than i can take
and the repetitions drain out more
than i can spare

showing petticoats

2007-03-17T14:55:00.000+05:30

went out walking
in love with you
and everyone knew

perhaps it was
the smiling
the humming
the pirouette every third step

but no
perhaps it was
that i yelled it
out loud
let the secret out
with the cat

oh, but it couldn't have been
really
i know better
that would have been as bad as
sunday
longer than
monday

all backwards

2007-03-17T10:42:00.000+05:30

i want to be owned,
property
someone's chattel, taken
for granted just as
i am now, only rightfully
because it will be
voluntary, don't you see?

because i do not care
for convention
suffrage, liberation
my women's rights
i only want
someone who'll know me
come and own me
say be mine
and i'll say yes, because
what else do i want from life
really?

just a favour, person
would you, say
please yell me a sigh?

repeating

2007-03-10T14:53:00.000+05:30

come and go
little new people popping
in and out of
heart and head
('the sound is plonk',
he said)
and oh, but I tried
so hard and
(can someone see me cry?)
still they do
what they do
and that old refrain
if they would but
refrain
from leaving always
every time
it would be rather
nice,
i'm thinking.

thought yesterday

2007-02-25T12:30:00.000+05:30

there
was somebody
asked to kiss me
wish
i'd said yes
when i had the chance

begging your pardon

2007-02-23T21:41:00.000+05:30

if ever
you find me
would you please
let me know
i haven't
i haven't seen
i haven't been
myself
very well
lately

unnecessary

2007-02-03T22:55:00.000+05:30

why do you persist in pushing me away
with deliberate cruelty, rudeness unwarranted?
what do you hope to achieve anyway
will uncalled-for unkindness get you what you wanted?

fifteen

2007-01-31T15:06:00.000+05:30

heart aches unexpected and i cannot fix it
and somebody precious cares for me no more
there, the same old litany runs though my head
once again, oh again; i learn nothing from before

he asks me for letters; how will I write them? how?
when I've tried all this while not to manipulate him
how can I try to use those same words now
to try and apologize, to calm and placate him?

i can see only waiting, and hoping, and wishing
but i cannot see a sign that this will end well
too many times, too many people have i
put through this version of my mental hell

and again i will run to corners dark and cold
clutch myself to myself and weep and bawl
how could he think i meant it the way he thought i meant it?
oh, does the boy not know me at all?

about boys

2007-01-25T07:05:00.000+05:30

Did you miss me? And would you tell?
And if told you didn't know me well
Would you contradict, demur?
And convince them, certain – sure
That all the time together we spend
Has made me now your new best friend?

Or then again, are you aware
Of just how much I really care?
And is all this flattering attention
Just some thoughtful condescension?
Designed to keep this annoying slave
Off your back, get her to behave
With something approaching decorum
By treating her she's just a chum?

Oh, can't you see it's a mistake to
Talk to me as you would talk to
Any of your masculine friends?
It misses the point that it intends

By making me feel like I'm someone
Smart and charming and witty and fun
You make me think of just exactly how
much your company means to me now
You have me thinking friendship isn't hard
You got me letting down my guard

You are my easiest conversation
Antidote to my isolation

When I'm with you I can be truly
Me, and I don't worry unduly,
I don't panic, don't lose my head
Over something someone did or said

When I'm with you, there's only you
And me, in all the world just two
The two of us, then all the rest
Hmmm. I fear that I'm obsessed

I know I cannot help the way
I feel about you; and if I say
You make my day, my month, my year
I know you'll leave me standing here
Choking in a cloud of dust
As you run away, oh unjust!
Is it that wrong to show affection
My appreciation of this connection

I can feel you falling away from me
Biti by bit, slow, inexorably
And all the things you could have said
I had to say instead because you didn't
Pick up the pieces and fix my head
Because this time you couldn't, or wouldn't

Because I thought, with all that pain
that I really would have preferred
A comforting lie, excuse inane
Than wait for explanations never heard?

So all those things I told myself
Reached up, put the pain away on a shelf

One last thing, and then I'll go
One final thing that needed to be said
I loved you; and if you didn't know
You must have been blind, and deaf, and dead.

thinking about tomorrow

2007-01-20T23:17:00.000+05:30

you smile, my heart turns
over, falls over, flips, like
pancake flapjack flop
and giggles gurgle on lips that
dream of other things
i cannot say out loud
at least until i know
for sure

right or left?

2007-01-17T04:42:00.000+05:30

Now you see
That with me
Best policy
Is the honesty

And the smartest, too.

venus undone

2007-01-15T08:16:00.000+05:30

every signal I send is wrong
and i, i am afraid again, afraid,
and i cannot tell what will happen except
that i will be unhappy,
and that's surely no surprise?
i cannot bear it i cannot and i do it
with a regularity and dedication that
surprises, the pushing away;
i go about it as systematically as war, because
of course it is war only i am my only enemy
and i will drive them away every one
until I'm all alone again

if there were a single person who could
who could call me on it i would cry, i would try
i would die and not be so miserable, perhaps

and i will write here these stupid words crying
out for attention like little starving babies
with big bellies, and i will still tell no one
continue to go to bed with heart
heavy and weary and weeping

and the ones i want to have asking about me have
all gone, gone; gone away and forgotten and
i cannot understand why i have to still hang on
to them, why; except perhaps that they
cannot leave and will not and
my head is a cruel and cold place to be right now

i want a chest i can bury my face in
and never step away from
only i am not ready for love or anything approaching
why have you forsaken me?

all gone

2007-01-14T09:03:00.000+05:30

Sometimes I say things out loud
and it's the first time I've heard them
I take whatever little is given
And have not the confidence of a worm
What does it mean
when twenty two screams too late?
Oh, somebody stop by
and give me a purpose

I feel suddenly the urge
to reach out and touch someone

should have seen it

2007-01-12T21:51:00.000+05:30

And I pretend that I take
buses for intellectual stimulation
for adventure
and people and pictures and words
But we both know
I only take the bus alone
because no one will ask me
to ride in the car

And I persist in forgetting
that none of them ever called me friend.

because

2007-01-07T15:11:00.000+05:30

of the truths they tell
when your head is swollen
and the lies they tell
when your heart is broken

what else are the friends for?

spotlight

2007-01-05T19:03:00.000+05:30

I stand at the mirror
practising smiles
and I wait for inspiration
For I cannot pretend
I've never been able
Not unless they know
Not unless I tell
Not unless it is
a production promoted
with bells and whistles
and a warning

dummy

2006-12-21T13:31:00.000+05:30

I sold
self-confidence for empathy
ambition for ease
and now I complain of my own mediocrity.

oh, but it hurts

curdled

2006-12-20T15:41:00.000+05:30

Tell me again
As I sit
with my knees pulled up to my chest
with my chin on my crossed arms
and my eyes on my unpainted toes
As the stars move across
from one end of the horizon to the other
As the smoke drifts lazily
curling up from the tip of your lit cigarette
and from your pursed lips
As stray breezes
tug at washed clothes hung out to dry
nose at the newly shorn head and the baby curls
slide across my back and make me shiver
As extremities freeze in the cold dry air

As I tell a stranger things never put in words before
and as someone I know not seems to know me
anyway

Tell me again
What am I doing here, exactly?

lunchtime requests

2006-12-19T22:30:00.000+05:30

Wish I hadn't
Said I wouldn't
But what kind of girl
would I have been
saying yeses to kisses?

clumps

2006-12-14T19:59:00.000+05:30

hot evening baths
and tears in the shower

standing in glaring fluorescence
with wet hair, fresh washed
before red mirror spotted with
blood of dead mosquitoes
big blue scissors
in one anticipating hand
quick, clutch handfuls, snip snap
floor littered with clumps of curls

barefooted
spinning sufi style till
whirling reeling giddy

clad only in
sweatshirt and damp towel
Jefferson Airplane
in the middle of the living room

drowsy days

2006-12-13T21:57:00.000+05:30

Meet new people and babble
Laugh as they tiptoe around
so-called sensitive sensibilities
Push back where it tells
Tweak and prod till satisfied
But afterwards wonder
And wish i could ask them
was it good for you?

Stand at bus stands
Waiting for rides
Watch the sky turn to twilight
the world steeped in deception
Feel the world slip surreal
through my fingers
Let the throbs in my heels
take over my tired head

Think of duplicities
And lies and pretenses
Revel in guilt and complications
Find perverse pleasure
in placing the blame
on the right person.
Me.

schoolgirl

2006-11-29T08:08:00.000+05:30

uniforms
the shirt, white striped grey
top button undone, loose tie
the thrill of exposed clavicle
nails pared short short
clear nail varnish and flouted rules
hair in buoyant ponytail
flip flick fly
gray a-line skirts swish
half an inch
above knees, above sleek bronzed legs
trim ankles shod
in neat white socks
artistically folded scrunched squeezed
the white white canvas shoes
that sense of possibility
and the pirouette and the twirl

and suddenly i remembered
how fabulous it was to be sixteen

would you?

2006-11-28T03:43:00.000+05:30

Wasn't expecting what I got.
And I've forgotten what I'd thought.
But was it fair to press me so
Merely because you had to know?

And now it is I who will wonder
at changes of opinion

ells

2006-11-21T17:22:00.000+05:30

happiness is
charades in canteens
compliments from teens
pirouettes and preens
daydreaming of kisses
coming home to roses
unexpected surprises
that's what it is

and i bite my lip
to keep from smiling
what did i ever do
to deserve so much?

birthday haiku

2006-11-20T01:48:00.000+05:30

Surprise compliments
come at unearthly hours
bringing hot blushes

flirt

2006-11-19T22:55:00.000+05:30

In the company of boys I find myself
Not all of me, oh; not really me, no
Just a fascinating, interesting, captivating creature
One I rather think I'd like to know

all lies

2006-11-18T19:31:00.000+05:30

And then I use
my youth as excuse
to get away
with the things I say
Young and foolish
I mouth with relish
For I do not
Give a thing much thought
Did I hurt you?
Just something I do.

insecurities

2006-11-16T06:35:00.000+05:30

And yesterday I asked someone
what he thought of my poetry
and I watched him as he read it
and in his face I tried to see
what he was thinking

and when he looked up at me
before he said a single word
in his eyes I saw my face
and then I stopped hoping
because that face I know
I've seen that face before
and whatever I've felt or thought
that face I've always lied to

shirking responsibilities

2006-11-14T21:57:00.000+05:30

I am heavy excuses
I am stifling lies
I am sweet distractions
I am people's eyes

I am my burning shame
But I say it and forgive it
Is that right?

artistic temperament

2006-11-14T18:30:00.000+05:30

Voices shrill and talk inconsequential
People whom you want away
out out away
dead

Madness, my words
are slipping away
with the screaming sounds
the incessant chatter
gossip and complaints
and compliments
and judgements

A grinding need
for pounding sound
to drown out
all the lunacy

Get away from me
My teeth are willing to bite
And my eyes to shriek
I want to write here
I need to write here

Snap slash slap smash
Leave. Me. Alone.

you always know what to do

2006-11-14T03:16:00.000+05:30

when it's someone else as needs you

Oh, is no one stopping by?

me, perhaps

2006-11-13T00:05:00.000+05:30

Why do I do it?
I have tears in my bones and aches in my eyes
I have people who begin
to mean more than they should again
I have things that don't matter
back in my tired head again

What do they call people who refuse to learn from old mistakes?

instincts

2006-11-12T07:18:00.000+05:30

Strange men, and hands on arms
Overly intense attention, and a person's eyes
On you
Conversations where
you are suddenly listened to
as though everything you say
is electric
I cannot understand it
Did I give you any sign to get up so close?

non-confidence

2006-11-08T04:36:00.000+05:30

Did you miss me? And would you tell?
And if told you didn’t know me well
Would you contradict, demur?
And convince me, certain – sure
That all the time together we spend
Has made me now your new best friend?

Or then again, are you aware
Of just how much I really care?
And is all this flattering attention
Just some thoughtful condescension?
Designed to keep this annoying slave
Off your back, get her to behave
With something approaching decorum
By behaving like she’s just a chum?

Oh, don’t you know it’s the greatest mistake to
Talk to me just as you would talk to
Any of your masculine friends?
It misses the point that it intends

By making me feel like I’m someone
With whom you could have a little fun
You make me think of just exactly how
much your company means to me now

When I’m with you I can be truly
Me, and I don’t worry unduly,
I don’t panic, don’t lose my head
Over something someone did or said

When I’m with you, there’s only you
And me, in all the world just two
The two of us, then all the rest
Hmmm. I fear that I’m obsessed

I know I cannot help the way
I feel about you; and if I say
You make my day, my month, my year
I know you’ll leave me standing here
Choking in a cloud of dust
As you run away, oh unjust!
Is it that wrong to show affection
My appreciation of this connection
The kindred spirits we seem to be?
Is it that wrong? Go on, tell me

You are my easiest conversation
Antidote to my isolation
You mess up my mind, my marvelous muse
I’d thought we had something we'd never lose
That would always remind us of things we'd shared.
That all the things you told me meant you cared

But you didn’t even care enough to say
“I’m falling in love with your best friend.”
If you had, I would have said “Hooray!”
And meant it, and not had to pretend

But the things you could’ve said to stop the pain
I had to say instead because you didn't
Pick up the pieces and fix myself again
Because this time you couldn't, or wouldn't
And all these things I told myself
Locked my pain away up on a shelf

But then, oh then, I think again
And would I really have preferred
Some comforting lie, excuse inane
Than wait from explanations never heard?

If you’d told me I was your darling girl
And that so I would always remain
Would I have avoided all that hurt?
Could I have eased any of my pain?

One last thing, and then I’ll go
One final thing that needed to be said
I love you; and if you didn’t know
You must have been blind, and deaf, and dead.

strange days

2006-10-24T19:43:00.000+05:30

I stay awake and check my spaces,
calculate the time in other places
Online at two, just to say hi;
And then, within ten minutes, goodbye
Reassess new relationships
Rate and order online friendships
Sit in silence under sunsets and dream
Take my sister out for ice-cream
Drive in peak traffic with a potpourri
of sixteen-year-olds in the car with me;
Sprawl in dingy corners of strange spots
watch relatives down tequila shots.

Play lonesome music and sing along
(if any of you ever needs a song -
music to cry to, come to me quick!
my collection's wistful, eclectic)
Moan at all the crushing misery
of not being as good as I wish to be
Things that cause me acute distress
which will not let me be unless
I manage to fix my poor design
But in the end I have to resign
myself to failure and agree
that this architecture's not for me.

So then I come to blogger again
when I'm in pain, and then again when
everything just gets too overwhelming
and the only way to fix it is the writing
Voilà, and therapy newfound that
seems to work rather better than cat.

gratitude

2006-10-21T18:03:00.000+05:30

Do you read poetry, he asked me; and I,
I shook my head no and watched the dark eyes
lose all interest and look elsewhere
Saw the faint contempt and the little sneer
And I went to a fair, a book-fair, a place where
they sold books from anywhen and everywhere
and I bought there a Whitman in memory of a movie
and there I bought nine little anthologies
Elliot Shelley Keats Poe Dickinson
Hardy Wilde Emerson Tennyson
Dover Thrift Editions, emphasis on thrift
And I went home and I read Nevermore and thought
I think I prefer the short stories to verse
And I put the little volumes by the untouched Whitman
and I forgot them as I forgot the boy

And I read my fiction and loved it and unaware
I loved all the poetry that came my way
Nonsense and sense verse in Lear, Carroll, Blyton,
Kipling, Dickens, good old R.L. Stevenson
All the quotes people quoted and put in my head
in spite of myself, and I still never saw
And instead I wrote free verse steeped in loneliness
And fancied myself a poetess

I will read you poetry, he promised, and quoted
things that set my mind tripping along
unexpected paths and forgotten alleys
voyages of invention and discovery
I would quote poetry, I thought
Till now, I saw no poetry in poetry, no romance
And still I do not see beyond someone's personal story
But I would quote it, just the better
To express myself

Came home one afternoon, sprawled on the floor
Sat herself down with the Anthology;
Complete, Unabridged, Annotated, tooled in leather
of one Mister William Shakespeare
The sonnets! she cooed, and read aloud
The ones that were her favourites.
I would know poetry, I thought
Understand the art not to quote it
but to know if I love it or hate it

Do you like poetry, he asked me, for I,
I love it, and know it and quote it, do you?
No, I said, for I cannot tell
The bad poetry from the good, but I would
I would love poetry, I thought
Read it to know what I'm missing, so tried
I picked up the Eliot and read Prufrock and cried
At the yellow fog and the Michelangelo
And wondered why I'd never read poetry before

penis envy

2006-10-16T04:26:00.000+05:30

I wish I were a boy, she sighed
Flagrantly, emphatically so
With balls to scratch, the balls to do it
That pompous male ego

To walk around topless in the heat
Without seeming too extreme
Oh, to be able to pee standing up
Has always been a dream

With no restrictions on where I go
Or how late I stay out at night
The confidence to think that I'm all that
Exploit that superior might

To grunt and snort and hack and spit
To keep all emotion at bay
To have best friends one happens to hug
Then accuses of being gay

Oh, easy camaraderie I envy
That all men seem to share
Even as they sit silent in the sun
Doing little more than stare
at every passing girl, and that
is another thing I'll enjoy
Being the one who's handing out
Those glances that irk and annoy

The sense of humour that you'll find
In boys the whole world over
That tendency to be scatalogical
To be proud of it, moreover

Oh, to be a boy, she sighed
Just for a little while
And to be hailed as "one of the guys"
Wallow in their mad lifestyle

and one for archy

2006-10-07T21:45:00.000+05:30

Now, it seems a provable point
That one who truly wishes to
Could concoct rather passable poetry
(use a rhyme generator; or two)

I wonder why it is, then
that no matter how hard I try
every attempt at meaningful verse
seems to go quite promptly awry

There was once a time, I remember
when I considered it uncommon neat
to be able to choose two words
groovy last syllables repeat!

I wrote poems on sunsets and rainbows
and on mean girls; and every time,
when I got to the end of the alternate
sentences, poof! there was the rhyme

Then came teen angst; fear of pretension
dread of hypocrisy (though, if truth be told,
teen angst; teen acne; burning desire for truth,
only came along when I was twenty years old)

See, I’d never been fond of reading poetry
Found it threw my mind into disarray
Found I paid more attention to the patterns
than on what it was attempting to say

Was truly unfortunate, that of late
I have fallen unwitting prey
To the lure of vers libre à la Whitman
Face it, free verse rather made my day

So perhaps the fact is that it’s easier to be
Either flippant, fun, structured; or earnest and free
For I find all too often, for a feeling strong enough
The attempt at rhyme robs the thought of clarity

I guess that’s what separates the masters from the rest
The ability to weave all aspects into one
And though I won’t ever go the whole hog, at least
I can say I tried both little ways, and have done

*thanks to these three people.
for inspirations and such :)

P.S. The next one promises to scan better.

only in my world

2006-10-02T15:58:00.000+05:30

don't we love above all others, the people who manage to read our signals the way we want them read?

if it makes you feel better

2006-10-02T06:32:00.000+05:30

Tell yourself whatever you need to that will drive away your pain. Trivialise every emotion, belittle every involvement, second guess every action. Invent for yourself all the little lies you can; call the grapes sour; predict disaster. Use past tense verbs and words like useless, never, anyway. Foresee failure, turn the future inside out; see in it all the misery you would care to. Make the past a rosy, perfect memory; put it on a shelf before it’s opened; before the splinter shatter smash. Anticipate, precipitate, weave worst-case scenarios. See the worst in the might-have-been; and see the escape in your heartbreak.
Is the day prettier now?

night wishes

2006-09-26T01:19:00.000+05:30

i sit, tired in my bones
and night creeps softly near
there is no one around
but even if there were
there is no one i would
rather speak to than you
won't you call?

i will attempt

2006-09-23T08:30:00.000+05:30

my muse walks slow, steady
pausing between steps
to watch the world above and around
he lives in poetry and pineapples
he smells like musk and custard
he sounds like rainbows
he smiles like laughter

ode

2006-09-21T00:04:00.000+05:30

I told him, letters
have a special charm all their own
handwriting and overwriting
and words scratched out
and little doodles in the margin
reading between the lines
is the most beautiful thing
about revealing your feelings in words
that's why I love poetry
it lets me say things that
I'm too shy to say in prose

within reason

2006-09-19T07:25:00.000+05:30

here’s an odd thought - what if I really am
a happy person? what if cheerful is me?
if it is, I’m glad I was not, for a while
downs give ups meaning

had to try

2006-09-13T01:03:00.000+05:30

irreverence is a promising concept
so is persuasion, and that's all I have
to say about that

bumps

2006-08-23T02:09:00.000+05:30

two in the morning
firmly i walk into wall
nose and toes protest

collaboration

2006-08-22T18:18:00.000+05:30

i am multi-faceted. on bright days i glimmer
rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain

yay

2006-08-18T17:26:00.000+05:30

hope is sitting in a corner
not very silently
she hums sometimes

cut-outs

2006-08-16T18:28:00.000+05:30

Old wounds never heal; they only pretend;
and I know all about pretending
See, it was shelved, but still
one wispy what-if will
not let me go, and you are going to
because you cannot bear not to
for now, I wait and one day I will raise a toast
and to her I will say I know

night rides

2006-08-11T00:22:00.000+05:30

Are you jealous?
Yes.
What?
Are you jealous, you said. Yes, I said.
Look, this is the part where you're supposed to say "Of what?" Or "Of whom?"
Really?
Yes!
Why does it matter what it is? Or who? It doesn't matter. There is something about everyone that makes me jealous. They all have lives that I cannot live.

in heat

2006-08-08T21:34:00.000+05:30

the day promises
coiled springs, swishing slips
my head buzzes, my hands flutter quiver stutter
my tongue lies heavy and potent
my stomach anticipates
still i feel, oh sibilant syllables,
sexy
humm purr hiss

sweetness

2006-08-06T01:53:00.000+05:30

i cannot let it go
and it really means nothing
does it?
strange offers and allusions and intrigue
little hums and i cannot make up my mind
more and more and more
and none perfect
but then
i never wanted perfection
i only wanted broken i could fix

validate me

2006-08-01T23:00:00.000+05:30

tell me
what makes me special
what it is about me
that sets me apart
tell me everything about me
that you love
that you hate
a person is more
than the sum of their parts
i just want to be sure
that i am worthy

no idear

2006-07-24T10:57:00.000+05:30

and now I begin
to bore myself
doughnut soap-bubbles
make mocking circles

jo

2006-07-21T12:38:00.000+05:30

well, i tried to be of lucy maud
but in the end i was of louisa may
and the day will spin

so soon

2006-07-20T14:49:00.000+05:30

is hate too strong a word, then?
jealousy perhaps comes closer
resent begrudge envy
and the facade, already paper thin
cracks and flakes and rips and breaks
and all the old insecurity shows
like dirty underwear through shredded clothes
perhaps as pleasant
that taste in your mouth
so familiar
still new
bitter sour rotten
cannot get rid of it

patchwork

2006-07-20T11:25:00.000+05:30

discovered a secret surprise
all by my lonesome
and the wonder is how
unworried i have become
the future still out there
and bigger than all of us
but something tells me
all fear is groundless

more cake?

2006-07-18T08:32:00.000+05:30

now i'm light like
vanilla
icing
laughing
gleaming glossy
sweepy swirls
dainty frills
full skirted
come dance now
sugar high

sink teeth

2006-07-14T07:47:00.000+05:30

I feel rich like
chocolate cake
earthy heavy solid
mellow
moist dark dense
bitter-sweet
sinfully delicious
utterly delectable
bite me

coming up empty

2006-07-11T07:08:00.000+05:30

Oh, for burning passion
Oh, for searing romance
For messy outsides
to match messy insides
Am I to settle for comfortable
what's settle?
what's comfortable?
nothing, nil, nix, null, naught, nada
zilch, zip, zero

redoubt

2006-07-10T18:20:00.000+05:30

I worried that I liked you
for all the wrong reasons
because you liked me,
because you made me feel
interesting, pretty, special
because you were comfortable
and familiar
because it was uncomplicated
I worried that I liked you
only because
it was, oh, easy to like you
But then I thought,
well,
why shouldn't it be?

doubt

2006-07-10T03:00:00.000+05:30

someone explain to me
what this clenched stomach is all about

bleagh.

2006-07-08T22:18:00.000+05:30

nothing takes the shine off a perfect day quite as effectively as unwanted attentions from someone you have no interest in.

believe

2006-07-07T20:51:00.000+05:30

and the youth will fix the world
what use excuse?
i would rather a bad day that ends well than a great day that ends badly.

honey bee

2006-07-07T06:43:00.000+05:30

She will not talk. And sometimes it's the right thing to do. Sometimes you have to flash that glance that says move away step away back off. She will brood and ponder.
cogitate meditate ruminate. Fix it soon my bee. Or come home and I'll fix it for you.

carbon monoxide

2006-07-05T05:55:00.000+05:30

slow poison, some of them
choking cloying suffocating
self-assured barbarians
aggressively aggravating
you spin a black circle
say, step over if you dare
retreat to refresh
emerge debonair
take a ball, spin it around
face a mirror, is it achiral?
not in my hand, love
just downward spiral
get blue, get low
breathe it all in
go mood indigo
and then all out again

what am i to you

2006-07-03T15:17:00.000+05:30

Placed my heart on a platter
A token of undying affection
But halfway there I let it fall
In anticipation of rejection
Dusted it off, put it back inside
Convinced myself it was broken
So I could play the victim
Use my pain as a token

I sat in my empty rooms and wondered
What could have. might have, would have, should have
Am I not to know?
No one may know
What might have happened
But this I realised
I would have let you break my heart

I wish I had
It would have been
a step in the right direction.

copywrite

2006-07-03T04:49:00.000+05:30

despair is ugly
self-destruct is fun
make up your mind
cosmetics for everyone

love

2006-06-28T09:33:00.000+05:30

happiness is convincing yourself that you are the best thing that ever happened to you.

lessons unlearnt

2006-06-26T10:48:00.000+05:30

From whom did I learn it
the constant second guessing?
the shrouding and finessing?
the weaving of untruths so I believe them myself?
the hiding under layers that no one can see past?
from whom did I learn to expect loneliness?
from whom did I learn to accept unhappiness?
from whom did I learn to flatter and praise?
from whom did I learn to evade and pretend?
from whom did I learn to curb my temper?
from whom did I learn to adjust?
from whom did I learn to smile and bear it?
from whom did I learn to tolerate?

From whom did I learn to lie
to myself

Tell me
so I can tell them
this is what helped me make me.
How strange it is that I do not know
whether to thank you or blame you

out stretch

2006-06-26T07:39:00.000+05:30

Sometimes the words aren't enough,
and that's when I look to see
what it is that I have to offer
when I am so far away
from the ones who need me
but all I have are images
that I weave for you
inexpertly

Imagine, I told him
Imagine I'm there
Imagine I'm there right now, like a great big lump of cat, with my head in your lap, so you can rub my head and hear me purr.

And I've offered already
But there is no reason I can see
why I can't play cat for all those who need the therapy.

not quite haiku

2006-06-16T10:10:00.000+05:30

hug is panacea for all troubles

waiting games

2006-06-14T12:27:00.000+05:30

all i've ever wanted is to be wanted
somebody's special somebody
so much that i let myself believe every time
let go the reins and watch
as my imagination runs away from me
write it sing it drink it dream it
till i hit that familiar wall
where reality rears up and breaks all illusions
so i retreat once more, beaten
slip under my cloak of patience
back to weaving
waiting again

almost have i come to terms with loneliness

hush

2006-06-14T06:29:00.000+05:30

the silence is a friend that comes
whether I want it or no
slips gently about me
a blanket insulates me
trips open a door in the recesses of my mind
lets the thoughts bleed out unattended
drip unheeded
puddle unaffected
and the silence is a friend of mine
one i cannot live without
do you wonder at it?

sympathetic

2006-06-05T05:29:00.000+05:30

Look
what you hold in your hands is my heart
It isn't whole, nor yet untouched
but it is as it is
and no amount of breaking
will make the next time any easier
Treat it with care;
it is all I have to give
Virgin hopes and fears and dreams
Still blessed with starry optimism
oh, take care, take care
I have but the one
and I need it
to love you

sun corner

2006-05-25T09:28:00.000+05:30

Let me sit here, and dream awhile
before all the responsibilities come swooping back
let laziness float languidly around me
and watch the world pass me by
temporary respite from temporal troubles
jolly holiday
panic has let me be
and loneliness is just a muted memory of unhappier times

how beautiful it is to love to be alive

for fu knows who

2006-05-18T06:19:00.000+05:30

Baby scuffs her toe in the sand, little foot clad in once-gleaming pink; one sock still white, the other unrecognizable. Up comes little head and large eyes beseeching. Little mouth pouts, "I frowns", she announces. Why does baby frown? Baby does not know. "I frowns", she offers, a little crease now appearing in the sweaty little forehead. She looks vaguely toward where, with shrieks unremitting, her cousins and siblings play in the foaming surf. A little gleam in the eye which fixes now on hapless protectors. Ice cream, says papa, in despair. Lollipop, is mama's noble contribution. Baby treats the proposals with the scathing scorn they deserve. "Wanna play", she decides. "Wanna play in the water." Oh no, baby, no. The sea is far too dangerous for you! A flash of the eye, up comes the stubborn chin. Little lower lip begins to quiver, shining eyes dim with tears, and soon, very soon, pink shoes lie stranded in a little rock pool.
Oh, but baby knows. Baby knows exactly how to get her way.

haiku for the mo

2006-05-16T17:46:00.000+05:30

the edge of a cliff
she stands, silver; moonlight bright
arch, and spring, and splash

tormented seeking freedom
in motionless pool find it

not as good as cat

2006-05-15T16:25:00.000+05:30

So I held out my hands, palms upwards. Helpless, hopeless, with that mocking aching band around my heart. And you took my hands, one to each of yours, linked fingers and squeezed. Slipped an arm around my waist, palm against the small of my back. Tilted up my chin and said, smile, little one. Kissed me and whispered in my ear, you will be fine.
Took me for a walk by moonlight, my arm through yours and my head on your shoulder. Smell of wet earth and sounds of traffic in the distance. Bats and birds and stars and moon and breezes and sighs. Companionable silence and music in my head.
What? Imagination is good therapy too.

butterscotch tuberoses

2006-05-12T18:03:00.000+05:30

I want someone to take my hand
without consent
and lead me away, spin me around
press me up against a wall someplace
fusty, musty, dusty
kiss me within an inch of my life.
I want to be dizzy and breathless and weak at the knees;
to never be able to think of it without
a blush on my cheek
and a laugh in my eye
This is what I want, love
now tell me which of you will be the one
to jump my bones

for the star

2006-05-12T09:06:00.000+05:30

It's a sphere. Seed pearl begins on unoccupied space. Feed the beast till it rages thunderstorms. Say; this I let go, and this, and this. All out of me, leaving placid calm. Swirling expansion to great glowing glass. Lift it up high, the gleaming globe.
Leave go, leave go; watch it smash crash tinkle clash splinter shatter splash.
Glimmering shards of liberation. Laugh, and say, isn't life fabulous!

Unbreakable is such a negative term.

fulfilling obligations

2006-05-11T08:44:00.000+05:30

i breathed it all in
inhaled to outer extents
dreamed it
bubble expanding, threshold reached
ruptured quietly
fractured softly
leaving me to retreat
to silence, to recuperate
hush, my darling
i am trying to hear myself think