Part of a poem on sharing. Do you tell anyone at all your deepest secrets? Do you text someone when you are at the cross roads or the dead end? Do you think that anyone can pull you from the verge? I wonder. What on earth’s wrong? It’s … Continue Reading What on earth’s wrong?
Here’s part of a thought on what non-sleeping people think as opposed to sleeping people. These are two camps of the world, one never understanding the other. It is dark And everything around me is dropping off Except the bloody clock that ticks and tocks….. What surprises In those … Continue Reading Insomniac
Did you know The stench of death Makes good manure? ** Fertile the mass grave Bursting at the seams With dreams. ** I the contradictory rose. My bud a heart that beats And remembers. ** © neelthemuse,2011
It’s difficult commuting in cities in India….people grow old traveling, negotiating, begging, abusing autowallahs……you can’t blame them….and you can’t back their excessive demands either. here’s part of a poem that happened on one sun lit day when I met a good autowallah, a good person. Most of the time … Continue Reading Ode to an honest autowallah who charged Rs 24 only/- …guess where?
Put your finger on your lips Hands on your back Do not breathe even. Sit in a circle With your group Clap your hands. We sit in different spheres Our shadows the same, Each life biting an opposite part. © 2011 by neelthemuse