Dear God, I beg you to...

Change of management in office and this is what it does to me...


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writer's block

we are getting hitched
wouldn't let you disappear again
i said to my lover, the muse.

Conflict

returning from a meeting, i find my rational mind in utter conflict. it questions how i feel and then i wonder...what is it that makes me repose my trust in him? he asks me to act with intelligence then why am i ready to follow his directions blindly.


folded hands
mocks the self,
but i wait
for my turn.

your gaze
searches for the frisky
and i curse
my surrender.

flighty feet
fears the tangle,
but freedom i find
in this desire.

feelings embrace
flashing solace,
but words tumble
anguish laden.

Clean Slate

Choosing life
Unlived yet
Despite memory

Hypocrisy

What does one do at times when events show that they have no right to complain about anyone? That they are as good or as bad everyone else; that they have made choices that have been as insane as they deem others.

As one realises how judgemental one has been through life, one feel less than happy with self. It’s the hypocrisy of having judged people when one is the same as them, this is what bothers one the most.

Can one ever get over the judging behaviour? If one did, one would be not be so unhappy with who they are or have been.

Today I find myself in this boat. And it is not a pretty place to be in. Trust me.

Damn!
Damn!
Damn!

winner

like the tossing of coin
is my fate
in my hands

Red

the colour of my nails
remind of the pain
i saw in your play

Insult to self

fossil in waiting
to turn into gems,
her miniature poems
were best buried in drain.

the drain clogged
in protest of the garbage,
recyclist suggested
quick, convert into compost.

garden shuddered
encountering her words.
can we not burn them,
do away once for all?



written for an exercise on caferati to insult oneself