Just Stop

Thoughts break and whisper in my ears
Not my own, not always
Older eyes stare back each time I look in the mirror
No one is interested in me but me
The unaging mind that sits inside an aging body
Maybe in dreams I see my younger self
And now, I am stared at
Unflinchingly by a stranger
From few days ahead in the future.
I am not sure all people on the road are there
I believe at some point there will be
Copies and forms of thoughts
Your and mine
Out there. Time passes through us as needles
Pinching in some spaces, closing holes through knots
Skin is impermeable.
I haven’t seen my toes in long,
It is a long winter, gathering comfortably in my sweater and socks.
On round pills and liquid tonics, I float
In a sky, almost near the moon.
Maybe I will steal a rock and paint a moon and waves on it.
Or the birds that are needled to my skin.
There’s pain within, tearing my teeth apart.
A sickness that spreads to mind and bones and beyond.
Yet, we keep moving on
And I attend a meeting after the other-
Earphones in my ears.

Please, just stop.


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Ice cream

The sun is hard and hot on my skin

There, yet not there

A sip of cold syrup from

Ice cream between my lips

My tongue is the colour of

Pinks and artificial purples

My feet walk and walk

In maddening circles

Outside periphery of crowds.

My mind is a still ocean

Fishes and lives within its depth

Breathing air bubbles of all shapes and colours

Talking in binary codes and alphanumeric jokes.


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Living Memory

A string of words from alien lips remind me of you
I held onto the threads with sticky, honey fingers.
I am wearing my heart on my sleeves
But there is no one to see.
Or hear, or breathe.
It is only the inside of me colouring this house mauve
Then a deep purple,
Then a night.
Moon has come whispering to the sky
A half strung sigh I steal from its lungs
And let it exit from mine.
We are sisters born from the same body, you see.
I lie parallel to some lines that I can’t see-
The human eye and floors above limit me.
But I imagine, as I always do
About horses flying, carrying the sun
From my end to you
They give you a kiss, and a cuddle, some snuggle
On a winter morning we have never spent apart.
(On a straight graph, your bed is parallel to mine
Even if we are some oceans and turtles apart)


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Love and Life

I bloom in love for a lot many-

Life is good, I realise.

Is there a limit to one’s capacity

To give love, and take it too?

For just giving is never the way,

Or just taking it, too.

There are friends-

Who understand thoughts better than mere words can explain

There is family-

Whose blood run in your veins and habits from years before dance in your system

Then, there are some people-

Whom you have loved more than you should have, or less than you should have

The scary what ifs always linger.

But, that’s life I guess.

Maybe there will be a someone

Whom I can give my dedicated love to

Or if there is no one-

A compromised love will have to do, I guess.

That’s life too- full of guesses and uncertain certainties.

~insight07 •

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