A Single Sigh

A single drop of water
Can cause iron to rust
And one sour grape
Can break your trust.

Sometimes
It's the calm before the storm
Yet other times
The return back to form.

Mountains crumble
To valleys in my dreams
But rivers will
Never flow into streams.


Sometimes
Eyes well up and lips quiver
Tears trickle down
As true form is slowly found.


There's a little fog
There's a little rain
Hardly anything
That remains the same.


Sometimes
It's the calm before the storm.
And when everybody turns a blind eye
Things never end with a single sigh.

A rummage in the depths
Will reveal all but one
Into darkness it must go
Until light repels everything but the sun.

shards of three

I try telling myself
all this is meant to be
but the emptiness inside
creates shards of three.

O little one!

Come take my hand
O little one.
You are my bright
And shining star
In the sun.

You take my soul
And make it come undone
You are my pathway
Until the reaper decides to come.

A tumble down
A flight of stairs
Attracting
All but one
Stare.

You take my mind
And tear it apart
Until
All is shred.

Come away with me
O little one
Come create
A new world
Under the sun.

Wisdom and sorrow
I see in your eyes
All at once.

You are the light
I once saw in my mirror
Through a sight beyond sight.

A teardrop
Glints in the moonlight.
Through the clouds in the dark.

O little one
Find the fire in the night
And meld these two
Until just right.

On that night
We become one.

And in the new day's twilight
We are one.

A Conversation with the Voices in my Head

for those who know me
(well enough i.e.)
know that
i speak a language


a language?

"but you speak more than one"
you may say
and every doubt in your mind
will carry on
until you hear me say
"HEY!"


i do speak another one


"well, we know you speak
all the usual stuff
english, for one...
or malayalam
or for that matteryour go to language
when you're sad or mad or even sick...
french, the one the rest of us rarely pick"


yet, i maintain
i speak A language


but how do i explain?
this language of mine
it is for me to know
for me to hear
to keep my conscience clear

my mind knows
the word on a post-it
stuck across my forehead
would be
'Crazy'
and the look in your eyes
wouldn't be so hazy

 they would be blinded
by a sea
of green confusion

 i utter this language
of sounds and syllables
tossed together
the clusters never repeated
the same way twice
and tone that goes with it
cold as ice


call it schizophrenic
or even neurotic
if you must
talking to the voices in my head

yet, without this indecipherable banter
the semblance of my sanity
would be dead.

Perfection is round
Or so I have found.
It's an endless circle
That does not stop
To make a sound.

It does move left
Nor does it shift right.
It does not leave room
To play by ear
Nor by sight.

Questions
However,
Are linear
And proud
It does not let one
Remain still
And stagnate.

A Sweet Perfume

A gust of wind
Rattled the windows
And its panes

It was overwhelmed
With the scent of fear

Her senses awakened

Every sound echoed
A million and one times over
Every motion
Became restrained
Every thought
Caused chaos and doubt


And it continued
For what seemed 
Like an aeon and a half


The scintillating lightning
Flashed through 
Her walls of broken perception

Delving deep
And calling out
From her mind's abyss
A sweet perfume


Calming and intoxicating
Radiating kindness and courage
Bringing forth a thorn 
That becomes a blade
Cutting away at the rot 
Replenishing the void
That engulfed her essence.

Strength to Strength

My feet touch the crumbling ground
My knees tremble like never before
My stomach churns over and over
My heart slows down to match the ticking clock
My hands shake like a feeble branch in the eye of the storm
My head hangs low leaving my mouth parched and dry
Yet my ears hear a soothing song
And my eyes sparkle like a million stars
My tears renew my spirit
And my feet pave a new path moving from strength to strength.

Does it...?

Does it change?
Does it ever change?

This swirly feeling inside
Like a whirlpool
That can't decide
To remain cool
Or churn a savage ride.

Does it get better?
Does it ever get better?

The moment of truth
Hangs like a hangman's noose
The motions remain
At snail's pace
Or at the Deafening sound
Of a stallion's hooves.

The spinning top
Needs just one nudge
To find its sweet spot
Or its control to become naught.

The shadows hold stories
Of the past
And of the present
But reflections
Spur forth the now
Unto the future.

Curds and Whey

In all honesty...

What we do
Is all...
Curds and whey!

Expectations
Is what determines
If the curtains are raised
Or the blinds stay.

the other way around

If the sun shines through the rain
Would you chase my blues away?
If the teardrops flowed down my cheek
Would you wipe them away?
And if the memories clouded my path
Would you turn the world upside down,
To switch my frown the other way around?

Olay!

If ever there was a day
I didn't whine
Or complain away
I would say
I'd found a gold mine
And shout - Olay!

Our Secret

The voice inside her head
Screamed
Just two words...

Tormented 

By the shrillness

Of the screech

Alarmed

By its proximity

Down

She fell

On her knees

Hands over her ears

Eyes shut tight

Her lips muttered

The same phrases 

Over and over 

Again and again

"Chaos of my mind
Be still,
Be kind.
Kindle not
These wicks
Of another mind."

Her sight blurred 

Tears her did overwhelm

Her hearing rang

From thunderous booms

Of these very same words

She never spoke

The feeling of 

That frigid touch

Which made her skin crawl

The darkness
Wove
Its shiny black strands
Through her aura
Like a succubus
Drained all.
All the joy,
All the strength
And most of all
All the innocence.

Her body left limp

Without power

Yet her will,

Her Will

To survive

Took her higher,

Higher 

Than the highest tower.

The air
Trapped
In her lungs
Burst forth
In one glorious breath
She emptied it all.

"Our SECRET

This is no more,

I will not quit

And you Will Destroy not

My inner CORE!"

She reveled 

In victory

And in light

One Star above

In particular

Beamed

With unparalleled might.

For each drop 

She had shed 

Blood and sweat

She realized

Life ended not 

Just yet.

The Creature's Dismay

I left the light on
Listened to a song
Drifted away
To a land never to stay.

A face approached
Reminded me of a roach.

I wondered why

It was all because...

He had ravaged my sunshine,
Broiled my mind inside-out,
Stewed my smile
Turned it into a pout.

Why was he here? Again?
I did not want to know
I wanted not to remain.

My dark days are over.

I WILL not writhe in pity
I will NOT let him be the Smithy.

Inhale...
Exhale...
Thoughts of blue skies
Must prevail.
"Power from within
Heed me over his din!
Strength we must combine
To dispel this foul bile."

The flames heard my melody
And with a vengeance
Scorched on in harmony
Until he was reduced
To ashes
Much to the Creature's dismay.

The Spirit within
Declared
The victim herein
Was simply
A plague,
A pest,
A Parasote
Named
PAIN!

The Staff and the Silver Cloak

One step,
Right foot in.
The large white room
Commands the din.

Motion
Turns to
Gestures.

Speech
Diminishes to
Silence.

The Centre
Gives way to
The Flame
And in succession
The Corners too
Align.

Feathers take flight
Settling upon
A Silver Cloak
Whole one moment
A heap the next.

From the Flame
Rises
A Staff
Jeweled
With emeralds
And studded
With sage.

A second step in
The wind wisps
Through his hair
Then all is still.

The Cloak
And the Staff
Levitate,
Encircle
The young one.

With the third step,
He turns around
Wielding the Staff
Draped in the Cloak
His eyes reflecting
Resolve
His being emanating
Warmth and newness.

The last step
Grounds his Will
A breathe of relief
Overcomes him
As the Walls'
Sage pores
Reminds him
Of Home.

by the strength of His hand

the barren wasteland
Remained untouched
the mystery retained
as the silence resonated
the one
lead through this dry land
only by the strength of His hand

Once Lost

The depths of the ocean

Churned,

Each grain of sand

Overturned,

Each soul in each living being

Raced in anticipation.

Will the murky waters aside steer?

Would they gleam clear?

Will the sunlight penetrate the ocean floor?

Would their voices float through once more?

And bring home joy anew?

The questions unending,

The chords a-bending,

Yet a shimmer of hope

Found in a lost conch

Preserving that which was once lost.

The Teardrop of the Amethyst Hare

Stealthily through the night

He moved,

This creature out of sight.

Slithering across the threshold

Of an unchartered ruin.

A whiff of cool air,

Tempered with the kiss

Of Lady Lune

His bodily warmth 

Was compelled by 

The nearing charm

Of a swamp.

Gazing up

Beyond the peaks and valleys,

He viewed a resemblance uncanny.

For the symbol of Yin and Yang

Was replaced

By that of the stars and dunes.

With a raised brow

And a curious look,

He jotted down the scene

In his porous book.

The varying dimensions 

Of the memory

Could possibly decipher

All that it could mean.

A witness and part 

He must bear

To stop this dance

To the Other's tune.

Alas! to claim victory

He must tear

The Teardrop of the Amethyst Hare

Away from the Other's lair.

The bloodlust overwhelms him

Nomore.

It is freedom

That he craves,

From this jungle

Dark and deep.

To be among his own

Who often

Gently weep.

Crumbling Walls

Centred around your blaze

There's nothing that will amaze.

Crumbling walls stay the same

Winding through this haze.

Runaway if you must,

But stand your ground

And your wounds will bring you around.

Tears glisten

As the violins make you listen.

That starlight from yonder shore

Will break the hold of these evil spores.

Tremble no more,

Children of the weary folk.

These eyes of precious stone

Never will leave you alone.

Cave! Cave! As the Earth once told,

Worthy, you are not of this ode.

For the spirit once sold,

Will forego bliss untold.