The stranger in the glass

 He does not blink when I look away,

He waits in the silver, cold and grey.

A twin born of light and polished sand,

With my own face and my own hand,

But his eyes are weighted with things I’ve buried—

The ghosts of the many lives I’ve carried.

​He anchors my gaze, a relentless hook,

Demanding a price for every look.

“Where did you leave the man you promised?”

He asks with a silence, brutal and honest.

“Is this the skin you meant to inhabit?

Or just a shadow you happened to grab at?”

​I try to shave or brush the day’s grime,

To kill the clock and outrun the time,

But he stares through the iris, into the bone,

To the dark, quiet basement I leave alone.

He asks of the bridges I burned for the spark,

And why I still whistle when crossing the dark.

​I have no maps for the roads he names,

No clever logic to douse his flames.

He knows the secrets I’ve folded and hidden,

The words unsaid and the paths unbidden.

I am the jury, the judge, and the liar,

Watching my soul through a circle of wire.

​I turn off the light to make him depart,

But the questions remain, etched in the heart.

The mirror goes black, the surface is thin,

But the man in the glass is now under the skin.

The Silhouette

Twenty-eight years is a long time to hold

The shape of a man in the palms of my hands.

I was twelve when the world turned suddenly cold,

And the hourglass spilled all its heavy, grey sands.

I remember the shadow, the height, and the name,

The way that the hallway would echo your stride,

But the flickers are changing, no longer the same,

Like a photograph left where the sunlight can hide.

I search for your voice in the back of my mind,

But the frequency’s muffled, the signal is low;

The words that you spoke are becoming refined

Into whispers of things that I used to once know.

Was your laughter a rumble? A sharp, sudden sound?

Did your eyes catch the light in a gold or a brown?

The details are sinking deep into the ground,

While I wear the weight of your absence like a crown.

It’s a heartbreak of silver, a grief made of mist,

To love what is blurring, to miss what is gone.

The father I knew is a ghost I have kissed

In the quiet, blank space between midnight and dawn.

I miss you, I say to the hollows and air,

Though your face is a map that I can’t quite retrace.

But the love is a tether that’s always been there

Even if time stole the lines of your face.

I see..

A thousand stares but no eyes
A thousand voices but no words
A thousand people but no souls
I see...

Staring into the blanket of the night
Stars twinkling but moon out of sight
I am not dreaming
for that I haven't slept

A mind with thousand questions
for which thy heart has every answer
if this life was just a dream 
Everybody would have been saner!

I saw the devil inside me

the world was at sleep,

the silence of night was soul deep,

the feeling began to creep,

that I saw the devil inside me....

moment that moves me on

I remember being feeling stagnant frustrated irritated a few days ago, the feeling which started seeping into "the plan of my life". Life had started feeling routine, I stopped feeling that I am competitive in my job, bigger ideas and plans started loosing the interest. Suddenly the dreams felt pale and boring, the thing that I was most afraid of was happening. I was giving up the chase. I had come to a decision that nothing good happens to good people, its better be a jackass( Look around you, what do you see?). Being sensitive, if not good at least not having bad intentions about others doesn't help.
Being human to the people means just another fashion brand.
Its an usual cycle I keep going through, though less frequently. Every time I decided to be the one I never liked to be (a jackass), there is one moment that hits me and makes believe in goodness and have faith in it. No matter how lost I will be, its that one moment that makes shed the weight of failure, treachery, cheating, disappointments and makes me feel lighter. They say "move on", but its tough I feel. That's the moment which moved me, made me move on.

I wonder how a place and its people, their culture changed me (how long I will hold on to it I don't know, but I will always have these lessons with me).

The deceivers just lost a friend and I gained better ones. Saying so, I move on.

I wish.....

Never been so far
yet never so near
there is hypothetical distance
which keeps us apart
our thoughts are parallel
and they say parallel lines intersect at the infinity 
ohh really! who has figured out the "horizontal eight"?
I would rather wish to live like a butterfly
a beautiful day, sipping nectar
flying like there is not tomorrow
I wish.....

July the 25th

Three years ago, I started living a dream and "bit" by "bit" making it come true. Ups Downs Disappointments Appraisals Promotions Awards Back stabs, experienced a lot. Faced challenges, overcame difficulties, succeeded in doing things better in my way and failed many more times in the course. My ingenuity, integrity had been put to test. Broken, bruised and here I am stepping into fourth year of my professional life. So tomorrow on, releasing iWork4.0. Still the ultimate dream eludes me, hope will make it soon there. Cheers :)