similarities

i wonder if i am different
i wonder if i am the same
                                               and somehow
                                               i am scared of both.

table

there is a photograph

on the table

beside the yellow window

and this table is bent

from the middle

bent from the weight

with cracks lining its legs

and fungus rotting its insides

there is a table that stands

besides the yellow window

and the table is so much like me.

lost

we are all castaways
robinson crusoes
lost
in this vast universe
alone
in the darkness of the night
abandoned
by the one we call God.

amboli ghat

 

i can feel

         the earth

                  rumbling

                           underneath

                                   the stony steps

                                                 and trickling

                                                              waterfalls –

                                                                        a poignant reminder

                                                                        of what is really ours.

pain

i want the pain
i want you to hurt me
over and over
and over
until i learn
to hate you.

control

your control
leaves me hanging
at the precipice
of darkness
waiting
for you push me over
don’t push me over
i’ll be good
i promise i’ll be good.

thoughts

conflicts

we are all a little conflicted
and our beauty lies
in this paradox
of love and hate,
of poetry and conversations
and the similarities
contained within the space of two words.

oblivion

your glass eyes
make me hang on to every word
every mistake
like the shadows cling to the moon
during daytime
and vanish into oblivion.

perfect lives

perfect lives
fall apart
eventually
and
this disintegration
of souls
and hearts
and families
come together
to form
stories
and bonds
and life.