A Glimpse of Self

I gaze at the mirror everyday
Today I caught a glimpse of myself,
Astonished, I was
To see all that I saw,
The wounds open, and crimson that
I inflicted on myself;
The expressionless patches made up of lies that hide them,
The elevations of my pride alongside the depths of my disgrace;
I saw a child, a boy, a man
When I looked into the mirror today,
Who once was and who will never be
Jaded by technicolour of knowledge, tanned by the heat of love,
I saw tears held back by the vision
And the anger left by submission,
I saw the blackened blisters of guilt
And the scabs on my conscience,
The diminished wrinkles of a smile long forgotten,
The shamefull frowns of deeds rotten;
And a million other substances of existence I witnessed
When I looked in the mirror today,
Amazed I was to see it all and yet, not recognize myself this way.


In disbelief

She accepted his refusal
It squeezed out all the passion from her heart
Sucked in all the life from her soul,
Now she roams zombie-like, undead
And the cold words of people don’t instil shiver in her form
The heat of jealousy doesn’t burn her gut,
Phrases of praise have lost their meaning to her
And now, she is as good as The Thinker
Who sits sculpted, contemplating a single moment
Of ache, loss, and grief
Unaware, of people, admirers and haters
She sits accepting his refusal
Like a statue of stone, in disbelief.

Man or God?

Sitting, hidden amidst maze-like cluster of mountains
Their peaks buried in snow, clad in clouds
Where the only sound is of the heaving breeze,
Heavy, and cold

And every sight is an extension of your shadow,
In a trance that is true, unbroken
Lost in search, of the boundary of your own existence,
all truths, all lies;

In the mountains, hidden from the world
Hermit and warrior, saint and devourer,
The truth in the myth, the secret in the mystery,

Man or god?
You sit stagnant, forever, known
And unknown.


It’s funny how we live by
Killing parts of each other slowly
Murdering each other as we slowly die

It’s almost a joke
This sense of an incomplete loss
To fail to gain something we always had
Trying to be our own boss
(Aren’t we already?)

It’s funny how we dream
For a life, which is already present, in future
Forgetting that no matter how big and beautiful a it maybe; it’s always a river downstream

It’s almost really a joke
How we try to find ourselves in the past,
Forgetting to live now
Failing to leave an imprint that would ever last.

Drugs and Ink

My life is like the ruins of Jericho,

Ancient walls, alien and catatonic

standing contorted,

A stagnant instance of time

neither moving ahead, nor behind;

My life is like the blinking eyes of a blind

A beggar unkind,

A ship that cannot sail, cannot sink.

All that I possess

Is a restless mind

and a heart that cannot think,

Sleepy days, wakeful nights

An abundance of drugs and colourless ink.







A life, a dream, a disguise

A life, a dream, a disguise

A heart full of hearts

A mind filled with surprise;


A chamber to wallow

The world to observe

And myself to follow;


All in this life I have

Is a life, a dream, a disguise.


Back bent, knee straight

Alone I sit

Whilst peace awaits.


And as every moment of this eternal existence,

Surfs its way by

I ponder upon the latest lie,


For that is all I have

A life, a dream, a disguise

A heart full of hearts

A mind filled with surprise.


A life;

a dream;

a disguise.