Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Eternity is Painful

the traitor in the ceiling let the sunlight in
lazy, sleepy sunlight which hadnt slept for centuries.

time! i hate time!
it covers all in its blanket of dust
weaving a spell of forgetfulness, making memories invisible
all but pain, for pain weaves its own magic,
time heals nothing.

each smile is a camouflage,
a crack, which lets a tear seep through.
if you look long enough,
then each thing beautiful eventually turns ugly

nothing is eternal but pain.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Pauper Kings

walking down narrow congested streets
alive, choking with their abundance
shadows of new born lovers,
adorn the age-old walls.

the king walks the streets with his queen
for they have no chariot,
Yay! pauper kings!
their castle is yet to be built.

broken dreams of a failed royalty
prick the insides of their soul,
like shards of broken glass.

torn snapshots of moments forgotten,
a rockstar's scream is their music.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

It's Cricket's Ultimate Carnival!

its world cup time folks !!
its tough to get poetic at such a time, but lets not lose hope just yet. let's wait till india's loss and then the ache will shine through.
who are you supporting ?