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Thursday, July 28, 2011

The One Who Has Influenced the Way I See the World

 
  I'm not going to talk about some dignitary or larger-than-life character here, nor any from the vast world of fiction...not because there is none who has influenced me, but because of the simple fact that right now, there is just one person who fits this description...he is someone in my life, he is amazingly real, and he influences me to see the world the way I do, every single day, every single moment...he does not need a name, or a label, or any salutation..he knows what I'm all about, and just the fact that he's there has changed my whole world, for a million times better. He came into my life during a rough phase, and till then, I'd been this person for whom everything was at the extreme level..my emotions, my decisions, the way I saw life and its happenings..learning to take things easy or as they come was definitely not my thing..'hyper' should have been my middle name, and depression and pessimism more or less made up my days..But he walked in like a breath of fresh air, embodying everything I did not have and yearned for, and freed me, from myself..I did not change completely overnight, nor did the world..but he made the sun appear through my dark clouds..I'm still crazy, melodramatic and hyper, but that's not the be-all and end-all of my life now.. I take out time to think, to judge and reason..to be optimistic..He makes me hope, he makes me happy..the whole world seems like the inside of a warm pillow to me, with its pros and cons, of course..But with him, everything is brighter, more colorful, there's music and a certain kind of magic which I'd hitherto been deaf and blind to..everything just appears so beautiful and special, because that is how he makes me feel..I felt I was growing up too fast, but he brought back the child in me, and made me love myself, relax and enjoy..He's my sun, it's his glow that I bask in, and somehow, strangely, we've made this world ours, together...


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

DARK

Fingers
Skeletal, grubby hand prints,
Fingernails, broken...
Rotten, dirty, graffiti-ed, dark...
Scratching, scratching,
At your flawless pink walls,
Scratching at your surface,
Clawing up your sickly sweet bubblegum...
Ensnared.
And the day goes on,
Like any other day,
Silence, all around,
Loneliness, too profound...
Just the creaking,
Disjointed feet on missing stairs,
Just the squeaking,
Rusty fan on its orbit,
Just the screeching,
My nails on your walls,
Dumb, monotonous, bubblegum...
My nails and your hollow face, dark...


The walls close in,
Yet the distance grows
The afternoon sun,
Lazy, amorous, meaningless.
And then... dark, that's how it goes...
Buzzing in my ears,
Salty eyes,
Dreamless stare,
Do they suffice?
Drumming inside my head,
Heartache in lonely bed,
And screaming, scheming, seeming,
Reality invades, menacing...dark...


A tiny heart,
And its minuscule problems,
Yet this throbbing
Larger than life
In endless waters, I want to dive,
Never to resurface...
Yet my nails, those grossly curious nails,
Scratch at your surface,
Your myriad-hued rainbow,
Your pink pretty perfect life,
For one gulp of air,
For some love and care,
Scratch, rip, claw, tear,
Vaudeville and mindless fanfare...
Dark,
All around me, chasing, chasing,
Dark,
Engulfing, overpowering, omnipotent, severe,
Dark,
It's so dark in here...