tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30922207384707620472024-03-08T19:55:24.277+05:30Faithlessness and Purple FlowersWith a pinch of salt.Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-35522684605622472352008-11-04T21:28:00.002+05:302008-11-04T22:36:53.668+05:30<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">This one is for Jo and Shell who have always been kind with their views on my sporadic writing spouts. Hope you both are doing well.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><br /><br />This pocket of space between the city and you,<br />This orange world, the world we know,<br />When we drive down a dizzy evening,<br />With your words in my head, singing.<br /><br />The wind blows green when I touch your face,<br />And the earth slips by like a whisper under sheets,<br />Heaven swells and sighs as you stare out and say,<br />'How I wish it was a rainy day.'<br /><br />This pungent life overpowers those flowers,<br />The ones you picked and threw my way,<br />The din of disappointment loom large here,<br />For streetlights steal the spaces where we stayed.<br /><br />I stare far away sometimes,<br />And think of the skies you drew for me,<br />In a city that runs to catch up with nowhere,<br />I miss you when I wish for a rainy day.<br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-4104469784577928232008-04-14T16:54:00.000+05:302008-04-14T16:55:05.233+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Look here now, these ambitions lie still,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We talk in whispers here, no more lunching now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There is more tea to silence those,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Those who disturb the air,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That still, artificial, conditioned air,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My heart is tearing open here,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This place right opposite you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This place next to your indifference,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My heart is ripping open,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This shirt is wet with shame now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There's a deadline in my eye,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And music in my ears,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another year and I'll be done for,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another year and I might leap.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swallow that heart and look straight,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That still, artificial conditioned look,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This music right next to your indifference,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This music right opposite you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My voice is ripping open, here,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Look, my head now deaf,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My head is now a world,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now a universe, now a void,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now a memory, now a static,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swallow that head, look straight now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We don't have time for a lump in your throat,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We don't have room for permeable shields,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Buck up! Buck up now, we'll be back here,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">24 hours at late and we'll be back where we started.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The world revisits, every now and then,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To watch over ambitions paused,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To watch if they'll dare to move,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every night, I hear them rattle,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every night I hear a broken heart weep,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every morning I watch this picture in my head,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A picture of you and me, this time to keep.</span><br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-48689410244521125332008-04-08T16:08:00.000+05:302008-04-08T16:09:04.585+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">All the women and their silver wigs,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men and lonely songs that follow their drinks,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There are handles here to keep you from falling off,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And shared cheap reasons to hold your ground.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You can ask for your dose of chaos on the rocks,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And gaze into the eyes of the stranger who wants you to talk,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rub some glitter into the pit of your palm,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And call them stars when the silver wigs drop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This dance of complexity is the order of my life,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The world is a raging bar that churns,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The world is six walls and a hundred feet on your chest,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Find a prayer and pick your corner to burn.</span><br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-20602854275026803532008-02-16T19:01:00.005+05:302008-03-31T17:36:53.828+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yellow cabs observe through worried mirrors,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I stare at streetlights passing fast,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This city is crowded with lost glass slippers,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And five feet boxes of lives ajar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You wore orange on your lips when I worked my hands by,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Like a liquid pool of sunrise that burst upon my skin,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Time is but a pawn of hope, she whispered as we parted,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I watched as love quietly suffered your cost.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">They hum prayers under muted breaths,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some chant through their friday night journeys,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I watch the sea run by these rusted carriage railings,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My heart wells at the thought of where you might be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">These days are filled with fragile dusks and dawns,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">How many have I seen in passing with you?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">How many have we broken through promises you made,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll map them on the sky and hope you find me some day.</span><br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-36431339548482078352008-01-24T16:23:00.000+05:302008-01-24T16:45:29.403+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">If home is where the heart is,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I should stop where you begin,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And revel in the taste of a different familiarity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have no exotic words to offer,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or short promises to make,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No earth bound ships and hardwood floors,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or lighthouse beds to take.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You walk on like the world does,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ignorant of the chaos under your skin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If home is where the heart is,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I should run through your closed doors,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I should wake up soon enough,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And make peace with this thread of hope.</span><br /><br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-90265313065051225352007-10-24T23:31:00.001+05:302007-10-27T14:26:56.766+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I like this time of the night,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Between yesterday and today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A period of transition</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Is when I have my dinner,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not that it tastes any better,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But hey! Another day is just</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">an hour away, but,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Is it any different?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Two degrees of separation,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And thirty minutes to add,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I want to meet my seventeen,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And tell her it'll all be fine,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was alone then,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm simply lonely now,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Two degrees of separation,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And ten minutes to midnight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dessert during transition,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I like to make a joke</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of routine extraordinaries.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After all, midnight is just</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Midnight.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-86624211505549570012007-10-18T17:06:00.001+05:302007-10-18T17:06:37.604+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's two over four,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Like gin over beer,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rain should stop,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once this madness unfolds.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You break the fifth</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the song I love,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the distance they play,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Truth or dare (now who cares?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was like you once,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Angry and indifferent,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now I simply blind myself,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">With more than I care to see.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sit down, the sun's rising,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mercury skies hover for you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anger's just a tonic boy,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She's already far gone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another day for a stranger's stare,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You might find her approval there,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">They all come and go,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Between the wreck and shallow water.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Black tea and bread,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Should ease the pain,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did they only warn you about love?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And forget the morning-after?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Head now, join the robot race,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Black ties and that filthy smile,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">They can see your gin stained tongue,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But not the heart it speaks.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-83378136330610358362007-10-13T15:43:00.000+05:302007-10-13T15:44:02.396+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Make love, not silence.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wage your war, not indifference.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-88856335163502252862007-10-05T00:15:00.000+05:302007-10-05T00:16:25.165+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You enjoyed it, did you not?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Long black stockings</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That ran up to your thigh,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Where did you hide</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Those lovely white stockings?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Do they sweat innocence still?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I envy all those people</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Who can sell their soul;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">All those poems of righteousness,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Are but another insipid way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of justifying what we truly are,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Underneath the white light.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then again, I see your skin and mine,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The likeness is discomforting,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you are as jaded as I am,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Why do you like your black stockings?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Maybe we can look at everything</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Like a red blur, simply passing by.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cling to my ring,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's my only permanence,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My tattoo will only fade,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Isn't that pleasantly comforting?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You walk in and out</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the dead of the night,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And I think again,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we're so miserable apart,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Why do you like your black stockings?</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-4663968617025352202007-09-29T17:14:00.000+05:302007-09-29T17:15:07.141+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">To love and learn,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Is one.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To live and learn,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Is another.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So much ado over the Heart;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Brain must snigger</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In his empty throne.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-88801981994829520182007-09-24T02:41:00.000+05:302007-09-24T02:42:27.438+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A walk with the wind in the prison of time,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Free spirits in her collarbone entice me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Earth tethers me down with her adoration,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yet I long for the wind and her company.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You whisper so much that I almost believe,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our one-fine-day is a lot nearer than reality,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You sift through these memories with eerie ease,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Earth and her comforting dirt over my feet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">How will I pass that half of my life,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Where the world sleeps and you awake,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Those twelve hours of comfort and slumber,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That first fall of a quiet snowflake.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As painful as it is, to write,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That I have to let go of you tonight,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know the Earth will plant new seeds,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of hope unfair and faith unheeded.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-16005074220869963742007-09-16T23:34:00.001+05:302007-09-16T23:35:43.063+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">How do I articulate,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This image of you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In my heart?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do I embrace them cliches,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And tell you that you're beautiful?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Or tear the ground with my nails,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And pick pretty pink words,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And arrange them in a poem for you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Or do I walk past in silence,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Because I would rather leave you</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Unscathed by words?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish I could simply take your hand,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And plunge it into my heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And leave these words aside.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-30225440803522533802007-09-11T00:43:00.000+05:302007-09-11T00:44:17.153+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">If this world were big enough,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It would fit in your palms,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cup your hands and kiss this void,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Till the world matures in your warmth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Part my skin and pick a nerve,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soak your fingers, gauge the soil,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pick the seeds within your frock,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Throw them careless, laced with luck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This wisp of a life is not your gamble,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The tide of my blood speaks louder,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can't you feel it wash your hands,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Crash on your fingers and sink into sand?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If this world were big enough,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It would hold just you inside,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Life and air would play no part,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Love would no more hide.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cup your hands and kiss this void,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to fall asleep now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to sleep till dawn finds courage,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Till the world matures in your warmth.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-64585522250065509092007-08-30T23:10:00.000+05:302007-08-30T23:11:17.800+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wish someone had</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Told me to pause and look,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And not grow up fast.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-43841470170494334222007-08-25T19:28:00.000+05:302007-08-25T19:29:12.938+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stones skipping on water,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bed-time stories for dinner,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The smell of home on a Friday,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The passing of a mirage as childhood,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lego blocks and puzzle pieces,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The undiscovery of love.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Most importantly you know not,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The effect of adolescence</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And adulthood,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chiming and crashing together as one.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-15319523442620174242007-08-25T10:37:00.000+05:302007-08-25T10:46:56.226+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of all the things love extracts,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The structure of routine,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The little bitter secret stack,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Poems from forgotten journeys,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maple leaf bookmarks and silent learnings,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Random smiles along a busy day,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Stolen words from quiet nights,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tastes you hate over tastes you like,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of all the things love extracts,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And all that it gives back so more,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Make that painful exception darling,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And part with my sleep for tonight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think of you over a beaten clock,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Time weathers down as it follows my heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I still think of stories to tell,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That lonely princess by the temple bell,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Love likes its stone dice slippery smooth,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No edge left for the luck of a rook,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Follow the streams and walk the line,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Throw in a storm and these words resign,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So much for courage, I ask nothing more,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just my sleep darling, the rest is yours assured.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-10543066996172587682007-08-24T18:46:00.001+05:302007-08-24T18:46:55.223+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's quite intriguing,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">How love sounds prettier,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">With a background score.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-3843992882828041922007-08-24T13:16:00.000+05:302007-08-24T13:18:17.162+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Odd incessancy;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Believing someone else knows,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Where we might end up.</span><br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-50606130593751243862007-08-23T20:30:00.001+05:302007-08-23T20:30:47.423+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So much ado over a shining star,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The star that looks up at us,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thinking all it can ever do</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Is simply shine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This thread ball of a world,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">With knee deep wet mud</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Decomposition between my toes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Skeletons beneath my feet,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stories and lives between the roots,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of plants and trees that search for more,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Packed so close to hide the passion</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That flows red and yellow within.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Is it just coincidence,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or a cliche of life,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That everything here is alive from within,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That everything slowly fades towards the outside,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Crust, tissue, magma, bones,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nerves, blood, dirt and smog,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The heart, the core, buried so deep,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Safe within the confines of skin and life,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yet hurl a word with a jagged edge,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And the armour falls as strong as it stands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So much ado over a shining star,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ask me, I float in endless space,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And if I had anything to share soon</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">With this threadbare, beaten world,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I would share by the slip of my breath;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-62376614540172784232007-08-21T21:49:00.001+05:302007-08-21T21:49:41.128+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunday morning walks,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw the sea like you told me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Surging and flowing onto new sands,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw that little park like you told me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Clean and sparkling from an early shower,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw those baige and peach walls,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sheltering you from little storms of the night,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw the mosque down the road,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the middle of the sea,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I passed on a little prayer too,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">For you, for me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turned around, I stood by what you saw.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This sunday morning walk,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Salty eyes and moist lips,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Frescoes and old buildings by the shore,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You were everywhere, yet never too close.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-43210571259809672802007-08-20T22:18:00.000+05:302007-08-20T22:20:42.674+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Strange that you look so lost in your tea,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wish you were as lost in me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I see nebulae in your ripples of thought,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Are you settling within the war that is your heart?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Strange that light still bends when you appear</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In my lonely dreams.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I read about wormholes today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Under a dark grey sky,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The old man talked about travel between worlds,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Contraction of space and the speed of light.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Would it be unfair to use science</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As a reason for love,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And ask you to escape with me?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Midnight parties with fluttering silk gowns,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And you said we will be sorry along the way,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You kept whispering it as we waltzed,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">To the night and faint moons of the day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do you miss me like I do, the good old me you knew,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That person who stole herself away,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Along with you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Space might bend and time might agree,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Light is but slow when compared to how I flee</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">From the absence of your voice and the pain it brings;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">These puppet shows and their weak, nimble strings,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Are just a way of remembering,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tomorrow is another day.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-21793587651007160472007-08-18T23:33:00.001+05:302007-08-18T23:33:49.219+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jet black nights with a tinge of hope,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My skin has grown to adapt to lovelessness,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This hope is but my bread and water,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lovelessness is the nature of my nights.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wimpy men walk through the black of my nights.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their cigars burning through the black fabric.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The smell of cigars is a comforting midnight snack,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember when you had your midnight snack with mine,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We sat in silence with your hands in mine,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The cold of your reality broke through our silence,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And out there, I am again, in the cold of the night,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">These jet black nights with a tinge of hope.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-31446140576215737302007-08-09T20:58:00.001+05:302007-08-09T20:58:51.316+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Above tree tops, through a wet forest,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Where the wind scrapes your knees,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Above the twigs and branches of promise,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">All stacked with rumours and hearsay.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This lateral split between worlds,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of what you need and what I want,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Black suits of truth and the white of lies,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did you find yourself between the split?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here I am, scraping my knees,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The parched earth slipping beneath my feet,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Run the knife through your General of doubt</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And pin your needles into the map of uncertainty.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can't you feel the revolution in the wind?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bits of your land will stand in unison,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Red flags deep in their soil,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will you run into the arms of thin air?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This should fade too,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Memories are but mere imprints,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This should fade too with time,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their red flags deep in their soil.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I found your letters beneath lost ground,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I found your love for me then,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Against warred worlds it still stands,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Its red flag deep in its soil.</span><br /><br /></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-24487043447803739142007-07-21T21:16:00.000+05:302007-07-21T21:18:20.939+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This autumn of love,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unexpected and bizarre,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Barefoot, I was born.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fleeting, knee deep world,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Three degrees of difference,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You jabbed me right in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Am I your dagger?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Your little love sheath of hope?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wrapped around your waist?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You slip past me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Silence feels like a penny,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cold and distasteful.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This spring of love,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Still undecided for us,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The ice longs to break.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092220738470762047.post-78546960767232998292007-07-12T00:20:00.001+05:302007-07-12T00:20:31.026+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lazy winter mornings,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The skin scales and frosts,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Breath from another brings alive,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Summer wishes in time, caught.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The grey skies are threatening,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To recite a eulogy of seasons,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Light rays escape just like you do,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">For rebellion is all that binds you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">With nature and unreason.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I count your sighs,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We are but hungry souls,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Somwhere within your heavy eyelids,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sheepishly place a begging bowl.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">July has begun, winter knows her way,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">August will be back to haunt,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">April and May are your bygones,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">While September is our sarcastic taunt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Naked we can silently remain,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beneath these blankets of a future unknown,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Come closer now, let's not spare an inch,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of all that is there to discover to the bone.</span></span>Karishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10574395864467616499noreply@blogger.com0