It's Relatively Absolute.

My minds' shroud flutters in tatters

like faded Tibetan prayer flags

whispers pleas; hoarse, incomplete

to the heavens, like a beggar in rags

the answer reaches me in signs

in dreams surreal, vivid and real

But I say 'no! it can't be so!

how can I fit into new designs?'

hollowed fermented from within

empty words in an empty head, echo

redundantly, in ruins, they work like a drill

"it's not true! a repeat telecast! a redo!"

and then I am asked 
how long do you plan to wallow

in self pity 

Miss Hyper, pretty?

the dissection is complete this time

and even when I distinctly see

all the parts, the sum of  parts

is bigger, intense, infinite, sublime..

incredibly uplifting! it truly is!

not to mind the mindless abandon

to say yes to a challenge such as this-

turns time, flips paradigms and can't be undone.

This(dis)Like Dissected

No this is not a retake
of what wasn't even a mistake
this is not a redo,
neither is this deja vu
it's me with an open mind
promising not to gasp
at what I might  find
but gulp and say 'ok nice'
like the others I have left behind
you too are a package - my advice
it's not about the best in you
 that I could like
its not about the best of me
that to you I can give
it's about what's the worst
 in each of us
that we're willing to fogrive
about the worst in us
with which we are ready to live.
thus behold! the theory of sequences
in which you're discovered by me
the good before the worst
and I'm dreaming happily
but when the wounds you reveal
I must look dispassionate, not squeal
for this time today now
my agenda is to scan you Oh How!
'cause I'd rather know all of you
and live in a tangible reality
than selectively pick the best
and live with the fear of the rest.

‎"That Spontaneous Synergy "

In mindless haste was once that certain thrill

where time seemed minor, insignificant, still

instant were the sparks, fickle the flames...
instant the dousing, smokeless the pains


Upon her spirit did knock this gentle hand

that brightened her eyes, helped her stand

the empty hall was then ringing with her cackle

and the severe echo of that severing shackle


Held high above that motley crowd

she grasped all meaning, gasped aloud

its her that had to rise above the mundane

gain new perspective to banish the bane



were in his beamingly wizened sedated eyes

glimmering dreams he knew he’d realize

they share the boon of this harmonic friction:

enriching each other with caring conviction


are there lives to change? new people to become?

are new meanings to be rendered or uncovered ?

yes, they know, they know, they know, and so,

with new roots, this symbiotic paradise, they grow.

Two Timing herself?

Her time is doubled

when her mind is troubled

split between two venoms

she lives two lives in one



The address she tears off

the pieces scatter in the wind

was it evil or not, shes fumes and scoffs

meanings are gnarled, entwined


He brings wise words,vows, brows,

shoulders strong from old vicious blows

warnings aplenty of times aflutter;

the 'now' grips her gives her a shudder


Hasty she's been in making progress;

but forgiveness is her refugee, fortress

thankful for the self she's known

without this journey she'd never have grown

Its in this silence before and after the storm

that she knows, sees and chooses to be

a peaceful corner keeps her safe and warm

where self knowledge lifts her soul with glee

Reductio ad absurdum -2?

the 'yes'
and the 'why '
must precede
the 'how
what when'
for one to succeed
for one can only
be do have
and not have do be.

Our Win Win Situation

So you see!
Do you see?
The race
has already been run
It was nearly over
before it had begun.
Running
in opposite directions;
You won
and I won
so we both,
are second to none.

Paradoxical Reality

Unhappy living
with the truth;
I now take sides
with loves' lies.

I tell myself
that I love you not
and to you
I say that I do.

True Presumptions

context: I have been having intense dreams that stay with me the whole day.

Wish fulfilling dreams
masqueraded nonchalantly
vivid, intense, surreal
they pretended to be
part real, part prophecy

in natures entrapment
lies an unswerving me
ever impressionable
cynical, eager to believe

let them be good omens
like pleasant uplifting advice
in time they'll become
blessings in their own guise

Of Reasons and Seasons

Like little boats

in life's mighty sea

that look for coasts,

move to lights they see

we all shine bright

to call on each other

and change course

to meet temporarily

then when the time is right

we change our trajectory

so that the larger picture

from afar, again, we see

in that journeys' slot

when enchanted were we;

we grew(upon each other)

evolved in seconds, didn't we!

the reason for this

is as clear as this rhyme

we all meet for a reason

season or lifetime

blessed you are

if you can internally see

who is here to share

how much of their journey