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.

illusions of death

let me bleed

through your illusions

my hallucinations

until everything that falls

from my arms

is emptiness

and death.

existence

your fingers

weave through human consciousness

like it is paper

tearing

twisting

folding

into paper boats

from your childhood

riding through rain water

in a quiet corner of the universe.

red

my head feels like shattered glass

and you bathe in its blood red tears.

poison ivy

poison ivy

stabs to the heart

as i lay bleeding

with dust pouring

out of my mind.

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.