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.

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.

inspiration 

fireflies flit across a darkened table

in the woodlands

awaiting inspiration.