The ink.

November 15, 2011

In-Sanity

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Quiver comes chasing
with all its power
to
my distraught mind,
my feeble steps,
in the darkest of hour.

Fever runs
throughout my core
and
weakens my assurance,
forging into my conviction
all the more.

Deceit haunts me
with your mask,
for
I stare deeper
into my faith, my keeper,
my false rational.

But I dare to stand firm
against the odds
next to the truth.
Or do I?

December 17, 2010

Lost

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Your old hair pins

lying in my drawer

A pair of your jeans

with faded color

 

A hand-made

birthday card

in my name

A colorful candle

on the stand

waiting for the flame

 

The bookmarking

chocolate wrap

The stickers

in my book of scrap

 

They are all here

They are all safe

But, it’s you

That I’ve lost.

November 15, 2010

Dear Brother

Filed under: Musing — Asmita @ 11:47 am
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Perspective,

You give me

And it’s not sure

What perspective

I take.

 

But it does not matter

Unless I have one

Or

Unless I have you.

October 24, 2010

The occurrence

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And when

Monsoon just walked away,

Rain dripped all over me.

 

Like a memory of

A long forgotten dream,

Appearing suddenly like a torrent.

Like a traces of

Handicapped plans,

Assembling a complicated design.

 

Moreover,

Like a lost happiness

Making a way to you

Like a déjà vu.

When monsoon just walked away

Rain dripped all over me.

October 7, 2010

Vacuum Cleaner

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I was thinking

what if

We could vacuum clean

our minds.

Letting the machine

suck out

All the stacked

Old, unnecessary thoughts.

Random, useless thoughts.

 

Just thinking.

And oh,

one more thought

to

Vacuum clean!

October 1, 2010

Reminder

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I wonder

If my phone forgets

That it does not possess me

Or

That I forget

I own the phone

For

My phone quietly smirks

At its ability to chase away my peace

For

My phone commands me constantly

With that chaotic ringing

For

I have no choice

But to surrender to its wishes

For

I have started to exist

Through my phone number

So

Before my phone forgets

That it does not possess me

And

Before I forget

I own the phone,

I switch it off.

December 24, 2008

The Endless Walk

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The walk does not wish to halt
And so I’m not going home
And so you cannot go
But someday this will end
And we shall stop
And between the scented flowers
We can sleep on the grasses
and count the endless stars
You can look into my eyes
And I play with your hair.

But for now,
The walk does not wish to halt
And so I cannot stop
And so you cannot go
Thirst and pain can wait
Time can freeze here
And my burning feet can walk
Walk to cross the oceans and seas,
Cross the world’s miseries
I can invade plains and hills
to highlands and windmills.

I wish,
This walk wouldn’t come to halt
And so I may not return
And so you wouldn’t leave
But the truth is that
Someday this will end
And we shall stop
And between the scented flowers
We can sleep on the grasses
and count the endless stars
You can look into my eyes
And I play with your hair.

Neither walk nor truth
Wish to halt
And so I may die for you
And so you live for my death.

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