it just so happens that
this feeling inside me
is eating me away
getting stronger everyday
it behooves me to submit
to the hunger pangs
search for inner peace
in pieces of chicken butter masala
or prawns well made
forgetting the world for a bite
or for getting cheat meal on diet
pbj. enough said
i would travel far and wide
if a hotel serves best side
and fresh eggs laid
yes, i live to eat. that’s cause
i have a life. un robot like. what’s
the point in being hungry and dead
clutched in my hand
lies a parchment
words they say, it reads
scrambled thoughts
syncing unceremoniously
unprovoked thoughts from
my soul to the page
a euphoria, soon dread
who knew how eyes pierced
through your heart
stutter, stumble significant
scary silence, snide snickers
sick stomach
survive stares, say something
school said scholars
let them know the control
squarely lies in sweaty palms
a clown they want
so don’t tell you are looking at
a gathering naked, just black socks
the voices in my head
so many rumblings like
bees homebound
the first glance of the girl
in school uniform when
we were young
the first kiss on the lips
parted, nervous fun
the success and the failure
each towards something
something big and beautiful
a life. levied, lived, loved
memories shared with
strangers, secrets told
they are worth something
to me, if i’m being bold
stories to strangers like
water to parched tongue
a voice justified just might
quench the desire of
life but in minutes
somehow somewhere there’s
one exactly for this story
and yet the murmurs inside
my head fighting for authority
so many voices, so many pleads
everywhere
running like rabid dogs after
a thunderstorm
am i to search to no avail
or find within
somehow, the soothing sensation
of the one who first spoke to me
with love never seen before
undeniable, unquestionable
understanding
how could i forget that sweet
voice, none better i ever heard
go ahead, tell my story
mom
i used to be bothered by the pain
echos of failures haunting every
step, the ones i took, and the ones
i ignored
fumbling on the path every way
stumbling on success while window
shopping for some respite
i explored
feeling the rage by the laughter
coming my way, by the despicable
well wishers leeching onto misery
i broke
and yet with time by my side
success kept aside, a smile on my
lips for i’ve become so numb
i evolved
reminded of days when
my sister and i
fought over last piece of cake
days when we pulled
legs, but not punches
over silly little things
carefree and careless
getting out of school
triumphing, with fever fake
jumping up and down
heartily and satisfied
with arms for wings
time flows by, thoughts
though stationary, frozen
smile as warmth awaits
lust
the more i stare
the more they stare back
i just want him
the one behind the mirror
gluttony
why am i to save
a life that’s not mine
for i am better
far better than you
greed
don’t pray for me
i don’t desire blessings
if you want however
your money will do
sloth
i could’ve eased your
pain when you were hurting
maybe next time
i’m busy tonight
wrath
you, insignificant you
i won’t let you get away
with what you did to me
my wrath will destroy you
envy
you chose him
the clown who made you laugh
after all the things
i bought you
pride
if you think it’ll work
i pity your rotten life
for there’s no one better
than me, i’m rejecting you
i was always better
there were no mistakes i made
she’s the one who couldn’t
understand my eminence
So long I parched my throat
Against the goblet of grapes
Trampled for a cause better
Underneath wisdom lies youth
Rebellious wanting nothing
Dearly than reliving days with
Astonishing possibilities
Yearning for another night
gentle nudge to bring me back
from the serene dream i had
your warm touch embraced
unlike that bright ball of fire
trying to shine brighter than you
how embarrassing for him
losing to but a dream of mine
a tragedy he shall face
for you are much more divine
when i open my eyes you
will be there smiling at me
unlike the eternity i woke up
to a weightless pillow
everyday the same search
deep within
today’s great though
i have something new
better than yesterday
backspace is assaulted
cracks visible
yet i go through
i have something new
better than yesterday
this time it’ll work
i have a feeling
this one is readable
i have something new
better than yesterday
it’s been so long
the pen has dried off
this is worth it
i have something new
better than yesterday
i had so much to say
all lost in time
was that worth it
waiting for something new
better than yesterday
waiting for perfection
i stopped being good
all i can show
edits of blank drafts
just like yesterday
striving to better
oft we mar what’s well
said shakespeare once
so here’s my imperfect poem
just like yesterday
