unhaiku!!

pamper moonlight
teardropped sunrise

secrets from supernova
speak let go
through the microphone

3-2-1
"Play" - the song.
know not dancin'
will you dance with me.

hold the phone
beneath the sheet
i roll on my bed
upside down

powdered blood
begins to flow back
nostalgic heart
forgets to beat

stay don't go
but i see the mirror
still hold me close
will you leave me not

changin' colors

so how shall i put this one?? have i changed colors.. or it's just my true colors showin'. i feel great... maybe i'm even happy of what i'm doin'. should i i-don't-know-it. sometimes i wonder... is it my fear to know the true answers.. or am i bein' just lazy. maybe both. so let me ignore the ewww's n' the why-the-inferiority-complex shit.. it's actually shit anyway! n' i thought i was the only one who's scared.. maybe people are lot more scared than me.. they're even scared of changes.. but i know they'll accept them when it becomes a cliche.. poor them! you already have my condolences people!

you.. just you

n' was i drenched by the downpour of your radiance? ...when my senses still etch with the dryness of yesterday. was i soaked in my own far-crossed-the-line panic breathings? ...each one more intensified than the previous... the need to stop them was just a thought of an afterthought.

corals... i thought of corals when i saw you ...even when my sanity proclaims louder than my heart believes that i'm still alive.. that i'vent... but still... i felt our thoughts clingin' onto one another. what were we thinkin'? ...n' were you lookin' for an answer? ...when all our thoughts drew perfect trapezes of confusion in the boundaries of vagueness.

n' i was standin' alone in the causeway to nowhere... n' i was seein' us as i looked into our shadows on the wall... when light was just like footsteps into the darkness... n' did we make the tango? ...in that flickerin' blanket of our existence... in the spaces of my thoughts serenaded by you.. just you.

there's a joy to borrow
n' i shall hide my sorrow

there's a weight to carry
n' there's no soul to bury.

carin' much like i do
runnin' nowhere i can go to

grayin' cells of tuesdays
shinnin' on my doorway...

knockin' on my backdoor
i rush to see the front one.

heart beats tend to falter
day light savings break the rhythm

when the ice is formin'
i've cut my fingers

we've started like strangers..
n' see how we've just ended like them.

ironies...

when they gave me life.. i mean my very own.... i wish it came in a singularity. because after years of solitude... i think i've grown enough to realize i was wrong. it was a given life with a lifetime of ironies. the most pronounce human trait amongst a million others is to completely ignore "what it is" n' wonder whole of their lives ponderin' about "how it should be".. although this statement is only reliable only if you believe it to be.. n' i do. n' i don't remember the first time when i got sick of this life.... tried to run away from it. not by takin' it away.. but just by runnin' away from it. can't quite explain how i did it.. but certainly i did it. n' i tried real hard to kill even the remotest symptoms of life in n' around.... n' still needin' to end up without dyin'. but maybe in this personal quest of mine.... i somehow managed to forget the ironies that prevail n' persist. it's easier to unsee or even ignore your own existence.. but it's almost never possible to escape any of those ironies. my action of runnin' away from life is actually makin' me more n' more alive... because i'm showin' the most pronounced human trait amongst a million others... ignorin' "what it is" n' tryin' to get hold of "how it should be". -- "irony.. isn't it?"

i chose the straightest lane down south n' drove as far i could. but my rearview mirror never fails to deceive me. sometimes i slam my backdoor n' go runnin' to see if there's someone in the front one. how hard can you try to forget everythin' what you remember.. when even a bleatin' goat or a pin drop acts as strong memory boosters...

life is sometimes so erotic

I’m uncomfortable about sex. Sex… could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, espiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting three times your body weight. It’s violent, it’s ugly, and it’s messy, and if God hadn’t made it unbelievably fun… the human race would have died out eons ago. Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. You know that women can have an hour-long orgasm?