A season like this

Dim lights of the study lamp dying in the morning
Heavy eyes and REM dreams
Old songs not remembered well
Broken drones of restless naps
Prayers tired prayers
Hands with nothing to clasp but brown lines
Pained smiles breaking with memories
Finished the quotas of teas together
No promises, no apologies
Nothing to fight on
Two acute angles equally opposite
Broken lines running parallel
The trigonometry theorems that you were never meant to master
Empty blue skies with dry winds
The distance between two stars with jaded lights
An autumn like spring never existed!

Salt~

If it doesnt taste sweet
If it doesnt change color
If it hasnt burnt to become something else
If it doesnt loose taste after all the warm concoctions and freezing indiffrences breathed into it
If it doesnt harm the insides after swallowing
If it tastes bitter compared to other things at your table
If it still sticks to your 'full hands'
If you cant take it back once you've given it
If nobody can buy it nothing can undo it
Its salt!
The little salt that turned into an earring from your hand into mine...

Tell me someday

What were you doing when I sang that song, the best that i have sung so far...
does that song not come back to you on fresh mornings when you want to get on with your new life?
what did you hear when I bared my heart to you.
What do you see when you see me?
How much do I total up to in your MATHEMATICS of life.
Tell me do my prayers reach you?
Does my silent anger cause some irritation in your throat?
Do you feel complete on that mountain with my hopes all floating around your neck..arent you scared that someday they will gather like a noose and strangle your noble thoughts on the world.
Dont you have spirals of our conversation floating around you when somebody talks to you? does it not catch you unaware?
Have people never snapped at you because you were absentminded thinking about me?
tell me someday...why doesnt it happen to you..like it happens to me!

Growing Tall Everyday

Everytime i get a kick on my but from life...telling me CANT HAVE THAT.
I cry, I shout, I pout.
These dreams that come to me uninvited...I put them in my little heart and they wreck havoc in there...
There's something in me that doesnt die with those dreams...
That something goes in my bones..becomes me..and i grow tall.
Everyday I grow tall because of all that I wanted and how wide I opened my arms to receive it...
whether it came or it dint come I dont remember..but my hands my arms streched till eternity to recieve it.
I dont close my heart when it doesnt come... I break it open
Is that why I grow tall everyday.
Taller than Yesterday!