similarities

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

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.

red

my head feels like shattered glass

and you bathe in its blood red tears.

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.

Moods

happy

sad

beautiful

my moods

they sway

they feel

like the sun,

there at times – beaming,

and then gone,

and back again

over

and over

this repeats

faster

faster

faster

and the world

it spins

and the confusion

until i am empty

with all the feelings

and

all i see

is a crumpled up paper piece

and half a broken pencil.