Mere Confession...

stranded in the middle of the road is my conscience....
umpteen number of roads have crossed....
and i remain the one confused...


meddling with the vibrations...
in tune with the sound of delusion...
its shattered into smithereens...


time is my slippery friend...
when he waits for his due...
I hang my head...i am empty inside....


found joy in strangest places...
got close to life...
when you are close to my shadow....


i am close to light....

The Devil that I am

Rampaging flood in my head.....

tearing me apart with silence....

tormenting with the hazards....fill me up to the brim with agony,

as the mask unveils....hypocrisy raises its ugly face...

wounds reopen...as i chant the incantation.....spell binds me to hell...

as winged angels soar away from me...

chains of enslavement cut across me...

when i defy my master....

apathy rises its ugly face...

and i become the devil that i am.....

Getting started....First anxious step

I'm what others say I'm...

I'm what you see,what you feel and what you realize....
Beyond that it's unchartered territory and access is restricted....my darkest desires,my deepest thoughts,my passions,beleif,pain,joy and all that....uniting myself with me...

I'm a little bit of loneliness,a little bit of disregard...Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars...
Anything else you know may be true, but that's not me!!


Who knows what got in me lately...that I started taking a liking to blogging....to the extent that my interest was rather limited to reading others creations and pondering over them!!

Awed at the prowess of writing,I never thought I would start blogging one day.....
just when I've nothing else to do...Or rather want nothing to do.....

As always I'm too busy doing nothing that I end up being a little more useful than some crap...literally!!

I was never into poetry writing...as poetry dosen't come to me naturally..

I only enjoy poetry when...say somebody else have written it....!!!
but i appreciate...the effort...the emotions....and perhaps the backdrop!!

so much so for now....

again when my emptiness will scream out loud i may take up the pen again...err...press the keys again...


when the time will come.....I know not....