Coming Back

November '2014

I came back after a long time
  to live
    to laugh
      to cry.
To hear myself breathe.
To feel the living in me.

I came back to myself.
It's not easy.
It's a journey
through rivers,
    mountains,
      judgemental people
        and situations.
I have to cut through all and emerge

I hold my cloak close.
The crystals shine
  and show me the way..

Cleanse

November '2014

The darkness inside of me spills out like industrial waste.
it's grainy, slimy, creepy with a stench and dirty.
very very dirty.

I take out a spoonful of the slime, everyday
and become cleaner, everyday.
I bathe in the sunlight, everyday
and disinfect the germs, everyday.

I'm swimming through the mud
into clearer water, still,
into cleaner air, still
with spiral rainbows and spinning fishes,
with powdered surfaces and daffodil hills.

Clinical

13th Aug '10

Going going gone

Whatever remains, lie to it

And push that also away.

In the end it’s just me and me

Me with me.

Just me.

An air bubble floats still.

God know how it survived.

Will someone burst the bubble?

It makes me look back.

Faint thin black lines the nail beneath.

It’s dirt beneath my wings.

How can I fly?

In 2 3 4, out 2 3 4,

Breathe

Breathe

The end is not here still.