i give you, death a chance to come alone,
Find your victim
our dreams in faded night sky nights.
i'm dying for a while,
catch me.
they say you are death...

its funny,
you are hidding

take me or i take you,
die oh! death
winds are howling,

run away
my nights are lost in lights
and few eyes.


(my moment of eternity... and estacy)

If u forget me

If u forget me/ Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decideto leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flowerclimbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

thoughts....

i asked myself. Why the hell i write? what i get out it?

then i thought of a day when i'm not writing, and the reason for that.... I'm dead. to me the best thing is to think... its as simple as to me as sleeping (sometime with someone). but things are still hazy, why do i write. its not love poems or some great comedy, it just like me another one in billion. probably that loneliness inside, while sitting with demi-gods makes me write.

i love to be alone but not in a crowd... but i'm pretty happy. atleast people dont pretend to be in love with me. its good to be ignored, atleast for me. i get my space, my time....my words and sometimes me.
I write to me.

dedicated to myself.

(today i'm not drunk!!! i'm just out of love)

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

away from love

Revelation of Paradise

I wonder about the fairytales,
The refusal of eyelids
And yet all images bypass this completion,
Nails pierce through
The last piece of rib
To the mad fragmented valley,
And still further,
Where all day it rains.

Conversations of God,
The conspiracies of sin,
The prayerbells down below.
I can hear everything;
That’s no fantasy
From night skies,
I live invisible
In passing hands of time.

i'm not in sleep, i'm in luv

those are not my words, actually a friend of mine recently realized that she is in love. now my question is what is love? do we really need it that much? may be yes may be no....

blind corners of circles,
and few turns in the cross road,
there are flickers and flames
and we pretend to be in love,

lets walk a bit more,
and have a little conversation,
i promise we wont fall in love,

till our are in sleep.

fireballs and broken glass

its almost 3:30am and i dont really have any clue about what i did whole day. eat, sleep and classes...thats it? a i all about this or do i need to look beyond my dimeshions....

seems like i am already drunk (yeah! four down) and 84mm of fire hanging between the lips, i wanna sing, i wanna dance.... i wanna sleep.

sleep, sleep and a bit more sleep
tell me why?
let stay awake and watch,
fireballs making love to molten glasses of intoxication.

sleep, sleep, sleep with your one eye open,
may you need see only the other side of your dream.