Sunday, June 30, 2013


Who'd have ever thought
that being here would be this way
I know you didn't
You thought it'd be a rough day
You were right you know
It was a tough time in a way
In the heat in the Tube
And when flying over the bay
But the time here
I wouldn't be ready to trade
Share it with you I would
This is how experiences are made

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Two sides

Looking forward
Dreading it at the same time
Two sides to the same coin

Friday, June 28, 2013

Memory Mirage

Reach back into the depths of memory
And my mind spits out a blank slate
Anything put in there is going to be true

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Wrapped tight

Softly those words
Wrap around me
And put me to sleep

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Unheard words

Can you hear me?
I am calling out to you
In words that you can feel

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


The river that runs full
Is now run out and dry
Even as rain pours down 

Monday, June 24, 2013

Idea hits

When that idea hits you
that's when you feel alive
The fog lifts and ears ring
Words flow as the clarity of it hits you
All is right again

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Small Talk

Conversations scrape the surface
Of what we want to say
We want to scream from rooftops
Of how we would be anywhere else in the world
Rather than in this chair right next to each other
The way we say this is fake smiles and laughs

And Small Talk

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Tear jerker

The wells of my eyes began to overflow
And I wept for everything
I cried for the moon rising above the lights
Of that faraway town
I sobbed at the clouds that fogged everything

Friday, June 21, 2013

Failing at it

Most of what I will do, I will fail at. I have come to terms with that now. There is no shame in that. Everybody fails, but will not tell you that they have. It is a secret that they would like to keep. It is also a lie that they tell themselves.

We do go out and quote the greats. Failure is a stepping stone... Failure means that you are trying. He who has never failed has never risked ... so on and on.  But when it comes to actually failing ourselves... it is a disaster and a disgrace to us. We would never agree to accept it.

Starting today I am going to go out and fail mindfully. Failed conversations, failed thought processes, failed attempts at being a better person. I will acknowledge this failure and feel proud of it. I will analyze the hell out of that failure and try to build theories around the reasons for me being so bad at whatever matters. And I will know that it is what I am and accept it. But you are not going to catch me feeling sorry for myself.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

True Effort

Make a true effort
To find your final goal, Then
call it destiny

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

All you

When I sang to you
I took another's words
I took his tune too
I just brought along my voice
And delivered the tune
But the intention was mine
The love in it was true
The feelings in it right
The rest was all you

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

When it's right...

When everything's right
I fight
To find something that's not

Monday, June 17, 2013

Unfair judge

She bangs her gavel on the bench
I would rather be hit with a wrench
Than listen to her
She is the unfairest judge of all
She magnifies every minute fault
That's within her

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Time capsule

Old friends are time capsules
Combined memories
Some you want, some you don't
Some that take you to a world apart
Some just take you apart

Saturday, June 15, 2013

I stop

I sing
The emptiness brings
my voice back
to me and smacks
my ears
Just as I feared
my tune is not
In any way what
it should be. I stop

Friday, June 14, 2013

Why she tries

She tries too hard
And gets nowhere
But I know now
Why she tries

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Today's things

That tune
The moon
Potted plant
Angry rant
To do list
Nothing  done

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Worry some more

Worrying is the mind's way of making you stay awake and active. Worrying makes you a better person, because it helps you decide what is important and what needs to be done. Of course, worrying beyond a point is useless. Having this kind of worry is like being in a wormhole. You worry. Your body goes stiff. You can feel your mind racing and the whole world goes round at a faster pace. Your heart jumps into your mouth and jumps like a fish out of water. A burning flame clutches your eyes. These sensations make you worry harder. And work lesser.
Worry holds your mind hostage. Suffocates it and ties it up. Holds on so tight that after a point you give up. Worry takes on a form. You give her a name. She nags and taunts. She points and laughs. She grows fangs and horns. Then just as the situation that caused the worry eases up... you have Stockholm syndrome.

You miss worrying. Actively find situations to worry about. She is so much a part of you that a moment spent away from her shadow... is just frightening.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Daily habit

A daily habit is easy to make
Easier to break
Tough to restart
So stick to the first part

Monday, June 10, 2013

Terrifying beauty

Softly night falls
And sleep brings dreams aplenty
None so beautiful as what day brings
And none so utterly terrifying

Sunday, June 9, 2013

June Sunday

Food, good company
Sun that goes down late
What isn't to like
On a Sunday in early June

Saturday, June 8, 2013

All fun and games

Lazy mornings, lazy nights
Lots and lots of lazy fun
Early mornings and daily runs
A feeling of utter and true delight

Friday, June 7, 2013

Time and you

When you are here
Time goes like a merry-go-round
When you are not
Time beckons from far beyond

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Sleep's arms

Sleep sprinkles her magic seeds
And urges you to turn off the screen
And float into her arms

Wednesday, June 5, 2013


Floating above the ground
And then on it
Wishing for time to fly
while I remain firmly grounded

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Torn in two

Torn in two
Looking forward
Glancing behind
Waiting impatiently
Sighing at memories
Deliriously happy
And so sad that the heart breaks

Monday, June 3, 2013

Flashing flying lights

Lights flash in your eyes
As you look into them flying by
I am sure their reflections reflected in mine
As I looked up into your eyes

Sunday, June 2, 2013

What flows over and still remains?

Overwhelmed and filled to the brim
A little bit more and it could have overflowed
Never would have cried over spilt milk though

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Because you are

How like me you are
You could take my place
And none would be the wiser
I am me because you are
And yet our likeness is a surprise