Existential Depression

July 25, 2017 § Leave a comment

An acquiline nose set below sharp eyes
That appreciate beauty,
Had once spotted innocence.
He hailed it in regret
Long after it was gone
For now the mark of life
Marred the eyes.

The young oft so unjustly judged
Are as yet untainted by life.
They populate my house now and again
So sweetly unaware of their innate goodness.

A beloved once said,
“We can’t be that anymore
No one would credit it.
For as we get older
We get more wicked.”

Living does stain the soul, I suppose.
It swings through shades of grey
Terrified and drawn by black and
Awed and scared of white
Journey of the soul forged in fire
The embers of which form the grey.


The Facebook Wall 

July 25, 2017 § Leave a comment

“Tear down this wall” Reagan said.
Once rejoiced, now, a blasphemy
Of Facebook faith.
I pull up ‘The Wall’ compulsively to see
Through the looking glass that
Reflects all back to me.
I smile and touch and dance for all to see
But remain untouched behind the wall
As safe as can be.

Stuff’s Funny

July 25, 2017 § Leave a comment

You buy it b’coz you love it
You keep it b’coz you bought it
You throw it b’coz you don’t need it.
So what’s love?

Dedicated lovingly to all my fellow hoarders – physical and meta

Behind Humour

July 8, 2017 § Leave a comment

An armour of wit
Is what makes her tick.
Deflecting praise and scorn alike
She cloaks the emotions in her eyes.
She can cut you to quick or make you fly
Anything to divert you from where she hides.
She is jelly and mush with humour for fence
In time, she will let you in on her own terms.

A Garbled Mind

July 8, 2017 § Leave a comment

Wouldst there be just one issue to take
A plethora of problems of sense to make.
Untangle the bundle with ease and poise
If you can see that its all of one part.
The thread that unsnarls is called ‘Self’
Set it right and you are set for life.


July 8, 2017 § Leave a comment

In wonderland among wondrous things
An enchanting butterfly pays me a visit.
It flits and floats and plays with me
Bringing out the child for all to see.
I hope she doesn’t float away one day
Leaving me bereft of the child in me.

Life’s Like That – No Guarantees

July 8, 2017 § Leave a comment

A balancing act
Between love and hate
A choice very hard to make.
If you can ditch the decision and
Stay the course
Swaying but unfalling high on the rope
You may reach the end of the road
Exhausted but exhilarated


Wonder why you didn’t just hang yourself on the way over.😝

Essence: Dark Humour

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