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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Religion

Jumping on toes..
As I ring the bells..
Stood at the door..
With folded hands..
Eyes on my deity.
For in the temples.
She dwells..
Smelling the fresh..
Flowers..
With a tinge of firewood..
Vermilion mesh..
On my forehead..
Colored red.
Carvings in stone..
Said artistic stories alone..
Where souls..
Found peace.
When moments cease..
We steal puddings..
Getting into..
Gruesome fight.
Yet the essence of delight..
In the end..
It wasn’t worth ones plight.
A smiling beggar..
Hugging her baby tight.
The floor seems frivolous..
With devotees hurdled in tonight.
Seeking hideouts..
We utter play outs..
Hymns chanted..
Getting louder shout spouts.
Running into every corner..
To explore..
There’s worship behind every door.
The crowd multiplies..
Pride denies..
With subtle cries.
Kneeling down..
Touching the floor with their head.
Many hearts bled..
As they remember the days of dread.
Under every hood..
As we close our eyes..
The religion which binds us all..
Is Childhood.

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