Monday, January 25, 2010

Canvas Of Life

What if droplets of water,
Froze in mid air as the,
Temperature fell face down,
On the thin and moist surface,
I would make a caricature,
Of it in thin air,
Like a wide canvas of possibilities,
Fill it with colors, blue and gray,
With time that would never fade,
Like a window full of memories,
And dreams and a butterfly,
Sitting on the surface in hope,
Of gliding above the trees and seize,
Every opportunity that comes its way,
Like the shadow of every being,
Holding that final thread,
Withstanding light and darkness,
In hope of staying at its birthplace,
If I drew a circle on the surface of sand,
And stood in there forever,
Would I be able to protect myself,
Or stagnate with time in there,
I would step outside the range,
In hope of dying worth trying,
As life seems not too bad,
If you ache to keep holding,
To your shadow, where lies,
Your actual birthplace,
If there was a calamity in life,
Broken and enraged,
I would remember my birthplace,
In hope of temperature falling,
And freezing all the possibilities,
In thin air I would wipe the dirt,
Of my life’s window,
In hope of drawing a new picture,
Fill the canvas of my life,
With colors of blue and gray again.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Change For You

Remove the satin sheet,
Off your skin as it glows, caresses you,
Seize your hands around me,
Wrap you under deep dark moon,
Tonight I might keep kissing you,
Forever your aroma around me,
I shall stand at the peak, hypnotized,
In hope of falling besides you,
I shall kiss your feet in my dreams,
Exchange changes in the seasons,
Falling of the leaves, I shall,
Tie a rope around the sun,
In hope of burning, melting for you,
Nibble the sensitive parts of your ears,
In hope of rising a tidal wave in you,
You may stand with me besides the river,
We may fall,
Reflections under the deep blue sea,
Not able to breathe,
I may suffocate myself,
In hope of grasping air from you,
Resurrecting breeze of life in me,
Tonight I might evolve for you,
Be a better person then what I am,
All the cold emotions evaporating,
I may change into spring for you,
Tell me what you want me to be,
Tonight I might grant all your wishes,
Like a broken star sacrificed in love,
May all your wishes come true,
Mold me like clay, hold me,
In your hands, give me a meaning,
Make me like you always wanted me,
Don’t lose your hope on me,
I’m like a new born baby,
Nurture me like a seed,
I might grow the roots of my heart,
Shelter you under my deep yellow leaves,
Hold me when I sleep,
And I might hold, kiss you,
See the redness of my skin,
Like the change of a season,
Tonight I might change for you.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

55 Fiction By Heavealie: If Only

Four days back I died in a train accident.
I was crossing the train tracks.
How wonderful dreams are.
A guy shouts at me.
Train penetrates my shadow.

Five days back:
We cannot select you. You are not up to the mark.

Boy from Mumbai dies in train accident.


Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Life through his eyes:

Arrangements have been made,
For you my son,
In an asylum full of ones,
Those that betray my obligations,
Your expiry date has been written,
Smitten all over your face,
You are a disgrace to me my son,
Burn in the ruins of your miseries,
No need to take a shelter,
Under the roof of my deep drenching blood,
Your thirst can never succumb,
Feeling of numbness shall overcome you,
Rest assured I will teach you,
Preach you, hold your hand,
Together we shall find the truth,
Beg for mercy in front of the beast,
In this room full of darkness,
No pure air left to breathe.

Death through mine:

Revenge won’t grant you peace,
That feeling of forgetting everything,
Shall not seize as time passes by,
Wounds penetrating gateway of my heart,
Shall not heal, pain still haunts me,
Teacher meant to teach,
Ways in which I shall live,
Not what I seek,
Floorboard of my bed still creaks,
Leaves me with vivid memories,
Of me and my teacher,
That touches of the skin,
In return the purity of the soul,
My life was deceived.

Saw a bird from a window:

In a room full of darkness,
And a world full of hope and dreams,
Lies a pale tinted window in between,
I saw a bird near the window one day,
It sang a song every day for me,
For a minute I felt the cold breeze,
Song obliterating all my memories,
Inside the room full of my emptiness,
It left something that occupied,
The space between.

Bird flew away:

Rusted feathers of my soulless wings,
Gleaming in the blinding light,
That the pale tinted window brings,
“Teacher where were you all this time,
I waited for you with patience,
Years of longing, fruits taste divine,
Bow down in front of me my dear teacher,
The beast has finally arrived”

For 25 years this boy was imprisoned in an asylum by his teacher or father or his guardian (someone who promised to bring meaning to his life).for years he was taught ways in which he shall seek the beast (belief over god was erased in the teacher’s life due to some unknown reasons).finally after 25 years of all the atrocities that you can think of the beast finally rose in him. In the final stanza I have nowhere mentioned that the boy has been possessed or found a way in which he could seek the beast. It can be either the boy couldn’t take it anymore or the beast finally rose in him.
25th December 2009
After no reply from the asylum authorities for several weeks police officials were send to the asylum to check the status.267 bodies were extracted from various parts of asylum. Several bodies of children were found stuck in the space between the window bars. After further investigation it was found out that the total number including the patients and the employees in the asylum the night before the massacre was 268.Boy named SEASTLE BRILHS was the only patient whose body was still missing.

P.S: SEASTLE BRILHS stands for Beast Shall Rise