denude

Today, I sat down to dissever

in a kingdom by the sea.

Crystal ice from red glowing ember,

Of a dreamless, frozen me.

To discern my own delusive facade,

denude the me, hidden within me

dreamless

may be the chill of the night or the walk in the streetlight, i dont know what but today i sat down to think when i grew up. was it when i stopped liking eating the mud tea cups or chalk, but if it was then, i really dont know when it happened. the day just came and went by. whoosh!

and now at the hour’s end i miss it. i miss the boy who dreamed to go to college and change, i miss the boy who wished for a first kiss to happen, i miss the boy who fantasised being awake all night just for the sake of being awake all night. dreams are good. they accelerate your heartbeat.

they say that if you stand out when it rains in the night you re-invent yourself, start feeling, start dreaming.

i wish the skies open up.

Out Of The bLUe

Adieu

Scars will fade and friends will be lost. Clothes of today wil go behind in the closed replaced by the new ones. Then one day, I’ll reach inside and find the old shirt and say, “hey, this is my shirt wearing which i was beaten up by my friends after my placement” and not “hey, this is the shirt in which i got placed”.

will i be happy then because ill have the shirt or will i be sad because I’ll not be here then, i don’t know. Well it doesn’t matter, what matters is that I’ll have that shirt, that broken mouth organ on which I used to play on-demand songs in the silence of the night hostel, the stringless guitar which I was never able to learn, the over-scribbled diary that i used to write in the yellow light of the streetbulb just in front of my balcony, the pen with which I drew crude faces and played knots and crosses with myslef on my gate exam rough sheets.

Thank You college for giving me these.