Devil art

A tattoo for the heart
in stains of green and ill-omened black.
Sloshed with red
it will stay forever.

The metal pricks dots
one after the other.
The glass heart flinches

A tattoo for the heart!
Of the mistress of occult

It’s a devil art for every feeble heart
Of a woman who flicks your heart,
And knots you in pain!

It’s for every man who has never known love.
Its devil art for every feeble heart.

Oh! Lame heart that can take no pain,
No, you have never known love.
Tattoo a wild dream to your soul,
Staple it to know how you exist.

Smile in pain,
Rot when you miss her!

Oh! Lame heart that can take no pain,
Staple it to your thoughts!
She is a tattoo for your heart.
It’s a devil art for you in pain!

Smile in pain,
Rot when you miss her!
its a tattoo for your heart.

Till death do us apart

There are instances when we scream and cry over something and still think there is more to this than to cry about. You wipe your tears and you try to smile. And without any effort that blooms into the most curve-angled smile.

Yeah, she forgot to remember to forget. Because she is the world before she is a woman.There is an air stream of emotion deep within her which she hates and loves at the same time. I must say hate or love is an understatement. She glanced deep within her. She felt unaccompanied. Detached. And above all, lost! In her attempt to evade, she thought to herself. "My heart bursts into thousands of crystal-like hale stones today. It is beautiful cause one crystals radiance overshadows the other. Will there be someone who hopes that the sun will never shine so that these won’t melt away?"

For my 'pain'

I lay in a room as dark as a crypt,
The dark chamber tells me a story of Gothic death.
Let these whispers reach you
and the story will unfold to be yours too.

When the wheel of pain stops turning
I will go home.
And you will be left alone..

The dark specters will follow you then,
though I blend into the dark
as a fugitive in the black coffin.

Today this dark pain is mine.
Tomorrow it will be yours.
As the dark alleys are scary to me now,
you will fear the sun-painted streets then.

The intruders will crush your heart
and the pain would croon like it burns you.
Ecstasy and laughter will be a poster on the wall.
Stuck there just to stare at
bringing no meaning to your sense of being.


Oh, the one I ‘love’,
Today you stifle me with pain.
When the wheel of pain stops turning
I will go home...
And you will be left alone

blinded by the cuss of your own sermon.

Save my soul

Breath... Breath…breath..!
Cause you got to live...

Your eyes scorched on me...
It blinds me now.
I want to break free from your lies.
I can’t get over the way you love me…
I can’t get used to being without you...
I don’t want to live alone here...
Don’t leave me for what you need...

When I hit on your chest...
I can feel earth puff in the oxygen from your spine...

Don’t leave…
Breath …breath... breath…

You can tell by the lines in my faded smile...
I want you for every single mile…

Your eyes scorched on me...
It blinds me now...

This isn't coincidence

I just want you for another chance..,
Let your bodily fluids tempt my emotions…

I crawl into you….
But even then I don’t see you breathe…

Give me one more chance to live…
I don’t want to be a not-jarred soul in this empty world!

Mirror in my sunset parlour

Ultimately, happiness comes in all shapes and sizes. For me it's being with my close family and friends. I loved the rain and the green-orangy paddy fields. I was lazy to talk, though i was talkative.
Sometimes happiness came in tints of reflective silver...

Every day as I passed the 'Guzzlers Inn', i would see through the broken glass window of Oliver's sunset parlour - a gleaming broken mirror. For a 16 year old who loved archies comics, race-sped bikes and jealous about my neighbours cars, i was too corny at times to peep and have a look of me in the mirror on the way to my aunts house. I had a rust machine for a cycle. My mom always wished it was kept in the backyard of our house. So that i wont go conch-shell hunting in the beach or go rollo-cycle rolling to my aunts place making sneery sounds. But beneath the tom-boyyish self there was a pretty girl who overlooked the day her prince charming arrived.

Finally, the day arrived. The rain had painted the countryside grey. The clouds looked sad, with the wet parrots and the green leaves making a desperate attempt to smile.

I was on my way to my aunts place, i stopped by Guzzler's to have a look at the dazzling me that others failed to notice. But there was someone smiling back at me this day. I went closer. There he was. The pearly whites have done wonders to me. The smile! I blushed and sped away on the rain-painted road.

Days followed, and the smile became a part of my life. Everyday, i tore along the dotted line on the road to stare at the smile and blush away. Time, kept vanishing, life perched me on a buzy metro city. Education enthralled me in a different way, college never excited me. But the city did. I was forced to leave behind my girlhood and the memories of my rusted cycle.

And then on another rain-drenched day, i lumbered into the townside that i used to race through. I passed the beach. The cycle was rusted and my thunderous ego dint let me sit on it. While my steering wheels, trundle down the road. At 22, somewhere deep within, i had the urge to walk into the Guzzlers Inn, though i had a better definition for the word 'infatuation'. I wanted to meet the person who excited me, and made me smile.

Now, years later, i was crushed to see that the Guzzlers Inn was not there. I did not stop to have a look at what happened. While i passed by, I peeped into the rear view mirror.

There was the Guzzlers Inn and through the broken glass window i could see the mirror. My happiness in reflective silver, left in the mirror of my mind.

I drove away to highways in sunset chrome and blueberry blues...

Faux plan!

sword fight..kitten fight..sword fight..kitten fight..sword fight...kitten fight...

Eyes shut tight, he was rolling on the bed chanting his Summer sheep count version.

"sleep, sleep.. no no no i am not going to sms her anymore. Out..out...OUTTTT!!"

" Neeraan..what happened? did u have a bad dream or something? Why are you screaming?" Lata sprung from the door to the bed like "a stone's throw away" is more than a phrase.

"Amma, nomm..nothing.. was trying to sleep. Am tensed about the heckin' economics paper, thats it! Can u get back to bed.. I dint screaaaam veeaam.. Can you go get some sleep please?"

Lata frowned. Then walked out of the room.

Neeran stared at the ceiling until the annoying sound of Lata's padded slipper was nowhere heard. He got out of the bed. All irritated. He lifted his pillow. Took his cell phone in his hand. There was a yellow canary performing its chick-chickery dance on his Sony's window. He cursed himself for having set the theme.

SMS's. No sms's. Gosh.. not even one from her!

Its over! I know its over. She does not like me anymore. It has been five days. No, i will not sms or call her.

He took the phone. Made a quick search in 'D'. Delete and there she goes.

He threw the phone on the bed and stood in front of the mirror. He smirked and told.

"O my fairy godmother i dont need u in my life anymore. I made this mistake of telling you that i loved you. That does not mean that just cause you slipped me out of your life. I would be bothered. I can be without you. I dint call u all these days. You dint have the courtesy to reply to my messages on all these 5 days. You are cheap. Then why should i call you. From today am not going to message you either. Out.. you are out of my life"

He smiled generously. There was a mixture of pride and joy in his expression. He dint want to have one more look at the mirror to analyse whether there were other hidden emotions too. He rolled his way into the kitchen in a half-sleepy-oh-am-so-irritated-i-cant-sleep mode. Opened the fridge. Tucked into his hand a big drum of yummy scrummy mint-choc-chip ice cream.

With his shoulders drooping, he found his way to the old sofa. His grandmother was the only one who sat on that. He felt older than her.

Frames, one after the other. He stared at the tv. There were thoughts which were fibbing in his own mind.

"Deep..Beep..bloody hell! what have you done to me? God, i hate her. Why cant she just love me?

she might call me. phone ringing.....yeah yeah"

He ran into the room. Yeah yeah.. its ringing....

he screamed out... "oh god, am going to love you eternally for thisssssss!!"

and there his lil punk machine read : 11:45 pm snooze snooze snooze...

He just could not resist.

"To hell with me."

He keyed her number. One number after the other, it sprung out at the tip of his thumb.

Call.....

tring ..tring..tring..tring.................. it goes on......

To be not answered.............................

He thought to himself.

Don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die. It intends to live forever.

even my HEART!