pass the pickle

31st January '14

Sometimes it’s tough to be yourself

And live your life like you used too..

I can’t hear the world anymore

The seas are calling out to me

In the day

The whales scream

The dolphins spin in the air

In the night

I see the turtles crawling up to me..

I can’t see the people around me anymore

They’re all but a haze

The colours are drugging me

Playing with my consciousness

Tugging me into dreams

I spend the day trying to keep my eyes open..

I feel too much..

The cold pierces in

The warmth hisses

I taste too much..

The pickle I took a fortnight ago

The water I’ll sip in a while

I sense the bewilderment trying to drown me..

You think it’s a phase, just a day

Tomorrow would be different

But will it?

But atleast

20th December '13

When everything’s crumbling and you have no control

Go to sleep

When everything’s a disarray and it keeps getting worse

Go to sleep

When all is wrong and what’s right is a blur

Go to sleep

When you awaken from the nightmares it really won’t be better

But atleast you’d have gotten some sleep.

When all’s a mess and mess is all you see

Just live

When drudgery, the life and life, the drudgery seem unending

Just live

When love’s there and there’s love but you just can’t feel it

Just live

When you’ve been living along everyday one by one it really won’t be better

But atleast you’d have lived some more.