Autopsy!

Forced to dig into evidence
we had gathered
At much publicised
crime scene
Shoved in a black box
Next to handy skeletons
Exhausted from
containing theyre screams

We dare to inspect
the much fussed over remains
subject them to careful scrutiny
To ascertain the cause of death
Did dreams hang themselves limp
Or was the soul asphyxiated
Was it the deficiency of love
Or an overdose of disrespect

Once we think
we have the answers
We stitch back
mutilated pieces together
Pretending we'd manage to
To feed a probable longing
From the one,
Long withered

We thump its chest hard
Enough to force back a heartbeat
We put it on a ventilator
And compel it to breathe
We pretend that there are
still some signs of life
We imagine it gasping for breath
Confident, it can still be revived

But alas we were too concieted
Giving into the temptation of playing god
We dint find the invasion of dealthy peace
To be in any way, odd
Now we stand red with shame
Our foolishness carved in stone
The least we could do now
Is to leave its fate alone

So as we pay our last respects
To the one long departed
Behind the facade of a strong will
We admit to being weak hearted
No balming apology given for a hasty buriel

Thereby commiting a sin so carnal
To the corpse denied of a fair autopsy and a long overdue funeral!

InConsistent

I think its right to pronounce myself as
inconsistent
For -

Ive always rebelled
Ive always avoided my own company
Ive always run away from commitment
Ive always taken refuge in excuses
Ive always given into my fears
Ive always fed my mental blocks
Ive always resisted coming out of my comfort zone
Ive always empathised with my failures
Ive always justified my cowardice
Ive always shirked off responsibility
Ive always searched for a savior to fix my life
Ive always broken promises to myself

Ive always invited trouble

Ive always disrupted peace

Ive always rebelled against my best interests

Ive always pushed away people who have truly cared

Ive always wrongfully judged people and invested in unworthy relationships

Ive always put my most precious relationships on the line

Ive always taken my blessings for granted
And I've always managed to draw everyone's attention to "my crippling disabilities"

It think its wrong to pronounce myself as
inconsistent
For -

Ive been inconsistent
rather quite Consistently!

Fall from Grace!

A thousand years old fortress
Took only a minute to desecrate
Its sacred walls breached not by enemies
But by those who gave it shape

Hundreds of dishevelled pillars
Each engraved with trust
Debris spread across miles
choking life with dust

The harder
the bloodstains are scrubbed
The more fervently
they refuse to budge

The grieving ruins
Cringe at sadistic memories
Seaming themselves
Permanently into history

Even if there was some way
To put back the pieces together
Without question, the gentlest breeze,
They wouldn't be able to weather

Even with the balm of forgiveness
The cracks couldn't be hidden
They'd continue gaping in disbelief
At violation of "the forbidden"

Even fate feels cheated
Of an invasion it could never anticipate
Oh what a grand treason!
what a mighty fall from grace!

Defeat

Things always happen this way
Before i can register them
Before i can get a grip

There are brief periods of decieving calm
And then all hell breaks loose
Resiliant and devastating

Shattering every little brick
I might have put together all this while
To build an invisible pillar within

Leaving me more broken than ever
And getting up on my feet
Seems like a distant possibility

I sink in a bottomless pit
There's no way out
There's only way in

To my demons
Sneering at my failure
Readying to blow out the tiny spark within

And so i give in...
I give up...
I accept defeat...

Cutting the Cord!

You think i'm so fucked up
For no good reason
You think i chose this?

If you despise me so much
Then why are you still here
Why don't you just leave me alone?

If you feel such a compulsion
To stick around still
I'll make this easy for you

Let me walk out and
Save you the misery
Save you the disgrace

For the record
I'm cutting the cord!

Distorted!

Everything i've ever believed in

Is crashing down in my face
I stand empty handed

mighty confused and dazed

Helplessly witnessing it all

slipping through my fingers

Except loneliness

Stinging me as it lingers

This dark tunnel isn't showing

Any sign of light

my quest for thrill has perhaps

Led to my sorry plight

Turns out that all my principles

Have been and continue to be distorted

The grand mess that my life has become,
Makes me wonder, if it will ever get sorted!

Hall of Shame!

Who are you to question

anyone's morality

When you yourself have commited 

a grave sin in reality

but ofcourse

it would help

To wriggle out

From the dungeon of guilt

And take refuge

in a blame game

But fate will haunt you

Just the same

As you slouch with the weight

of your fragile ego

too late to erase evidence

Of your stooping so low

You're sure to crumble

on the ashes of lost respect

For future can't stand
on ruins of false promises

You ought to be adorned

with the crown of thorns

While you shall bear the cross

Etched with your wrongs

You deserve applause

For your valient stand

and for your convenient cowardice

You will be damned

So as u stand, naked

In the hall of shame

your scarlet letter shall burn you

With hell awaiting its claim

Jekyll and Hyde!

Meandering
along
Calmly inviting
the storm
A shadow
that light denies
a heaving chest
Where love and hate collide


A clever masquerade
That has forgotten its roots
A craftsman
Rather carved by her tools
Comfortably shedding skins
While squirming inside
She is the perfect refuge
For Jekyll to Hyde/hide !

Thin line...

We lose sight

We miss the signs

Between an incident

and an accident

There is a thin line...

We rush but

Some lessons reveal themselves 

only in time

Between the abstract and the defined

There is a thin line...

We cheat with truth

We make up with lies

Between the shameless wrongs
and the cowardly rights

There is a thin line...

We tease and test

We tempt and then deny
Between innocent lust
and a malicious love 

There is a thin line!