The Cycle

Happiness is like vapors Lighter than air When you let it be, it rises and takes you along, ever so ready to reflect colors Weightless rainbow bends across the sky Like light bends with gravity Anguish is like heavy rain Though I do not know the math, to calculate its mass But I know it's substantial. When it's dropped, it plummets A loss, solitude, a blight They do not ascend, they fall and fill chasms in wide open spaces Anguish requires depth Or at least some capacity to contain and withhold It cannot defy…Read more …

I am denial

You see a monster in me? there is no monster in me only a decrepit face And it’s a reflection the face you had been avoiding had been avoiding you choke on it now choke on it Swallow the poison you had mixed for others your pockets have holes you are all out of gold your pills are placebos you are a fool Yes you are a fool I am absurd I have no meaning? you took it away, it’s all your fault I am gadgets, careers and debts I am safes, lockers and…Read more …

Vanity Fair

  I once took myself, to a vanity fair just to witness quietly, not  to dare I chose a secluded, peaceful nook and down I sat with all my books   I watched sages pouring in Hermits, Pundits, brandishing; their books, scrolls, and intellect, stern faces and growing necks   Poets, authors, kept marching in runners, jugglers and science kins the trumpet blew and the crowd settled holy preachers of God nestled   Magic was cast as logic was freed faith writhed but did not concede Men of heart fell and prayed theorists bled and reason frayed…Read more …
Soliloquy I

Soliloquy I

Am I the mountain Or part of it? like a stone like a tiny mountain in itself unstable, but resolute and reality, a kick away.. Or perhaps I am the fire.. or in it? like a spark like a tiny inferno in itself and my incandescence, contains infinities..  Or maybe, I am the ocean.. Or in it? like a droplet Like a tiny ocean in itself Being both the wave and that, what is swept away Am I the desert Or in it? like a grain Like a tiny desert in itself and…Read more …

Anomaly

I was an autumn leaf   I was born in it   An anomaly, a glitch   I was born old,   pale and dry   My sinews were arid    in my prime   My dalliance with spring    never began   Though I held on..   but not for long   I was a leaf in disbelief   But when I fell   I flew into the sky Arqum 7/1/2016Read more …
Escape

Escape

I try to run away and hide and sleep to escape Ignorant of the fact that pain is often a seed And while you think it lays dormant buried under heaps of sleep And the night you fancy Is a knight that fights for you Slays your demons and the unborn grieves Frees your soul for the day that is to come But the pain is often the seed, that lays buried And the night salubrious, nourishing  And sleep,  a fertile land  And when you awake groping for strength  Looking away, hoping the…Read more …
At the Airport

At the Airport

A bag on the baggage carousel With no tags attached and no names to spell its rusty zippers and creeky wheels its skin frayed and colors greyed with prospective stares it is looked at probed and felt moved and dealt it is abandoned in the end it's not the one it's not theirs so it goes back on the baggage belt goes back to seeing and witnessing all the colors and shades of grey bleared bodies and jaded faces people waiting in anticipation merry, sad, confused and patient and one by one they…Read more …
When we lose something

When we lose something

What becomes of a shell that loses its pearl a shell that is a shelter always there to shield until the pearl is youth And on its ardent face seven colors gleam what consoles the shell? Once the pearl is gone plucked away at once from its warm embrace? The insolence of fate? Or the absurdity of nature? Or an unspoken promise, that the pearl shall one day grace Lavish Crowns of kings and lush attires of maids What consoles the shell? A thought of a new beginning? Or a dream of better days?…Read more …
Silence and Existence

Silence and Existence

silence is felt or is it heard? what can be heard isn't silent what is silence? absence of noise what is absent, cannot be sounds are never absent noise is never absent like a homeless man's fear never completely gone like a pauper's appetite never fully satiated like a desert's thirst never quenched it's never fully silent even when the world stops comes to a halt for a brief moment that is extended beyond reality beyond all practicality  a world paused even then i hear my thoughts rubbing against the walls of my…Read more …
Trophy

Trophy

Come, beholdLook, seeAll the butterflies that I imprisonedLook at my garden of pride and my bleeding fingertipsAll the thorns that I fought Look at my tinted palmsAll the colors I tried to preservearound me you see the wings of dead butterfliesand dry leaves Come see I have nothingHow colorful,my nothing isand I'm standing herealoneSee how that corroborates your claims See I am "all colors and fragrances and wings " Watch me  as I pin you to my collection,with all my butterflies that evaded me Arqum18/11/2015Read more …