Why should I run away

From things that can

Never outrun me anyway?

It will neither make

It a race, nor will it

Make me a runner.

I would rather stay stuck

In a pavilion

With my non-athletic heart

Which can put to shame

A marathon drummer!


“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”
Lois Lowry, The Giver

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Patched Up

I feel as if the universe

Is trying to reassemble me;

Every morning it takes

The weariness out of my bones

And puts it into words

I dare not say aloud,

My appetite for things

I am not supposed to eat

Is being satiated by

Everything that ends up

Consuming me instead,

My life is ever so slightly

Being infused with a hint

Of healthy indifference,

And I believe that

It is more than what I

Could have asked for.

It is not easy to

Put your broken self together

If the universe decides

Not to be on your side!


Get busy living or get busy dying.”

Stephen King


There are a few of us

Who may never

Go too far

Just because

We refuse to keep

Fireflies in a jar,

We forget to

Blow out candles

And cannot

Wish upon a star;

We keep the

Curtains drawn

And never leave

The doors ajar,

And even when

The stakes are high

We do not raise

The bar and choose

To stay subpar-

Not a small price

To pay to stay

Who we truly are!”




I prove myself wrong

By being wrong about

How wrong everything

Actually is;

What is wrong with me?


I walk away from myself

And walk right into

What I had walked

Out of;

I need to walk it off.


I see you crying

Over someone crying

Over someone other

Than you;

I cry at the absurdity of it!


“People who didn’t need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn’t need people.”
Terry Pratchett


Time stands perfectly still

And it looks the way

Fine dust looks sometimes;

Dispersed in the rays

Of sunlight sneaking

Into a dimly lit room

Through a slit between

Two long, dark curtains;

You are the only one

In motion, unbothered by

The theatricality of everything

That stands transfixed

Around you, as if

You already know how to

Turn these quiet,

Suspended moments into

Life-size stretches of time!


“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

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For someone else’s yellows,

I barter my usual blues,

My head has no trouble falling

For this subtle subterfuge.


I sleep my way out

Of my problems,

But my poor problems

Never get to sleep.


If what you chase

Starts to run

Towards you

For a change,

Would you then

Run into it,

Or would it

Run over you?


Do you know

What rhymes

With orange?


You can rhyme


With yourself,

And still be called

A poem, albeit,

A whimsical one!


There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

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sometimes there is nothing

that I like to do more

than to sit cross-legged

on the cold floor

in an attempt to be free,

in an effort to ignore

everything that is always

on the other side of the door,

everything that I shouldn’t

let besmirch me anymore,

so that when I stand back up,

I can feel taller than before.


I am on Instagram now as _aaysid. Looking forward to read more from fellow bloggers (who seem more like pen friends to me now) on that platform as well.😊

Strangely Familiar

I am afraid that I

might be forgetting

what you had looked liked;

the colour of your hair,

the bounce in your step,

a hint of quietude

in your voice,

are just a few features

that I have to try

very hard to recall,

and last night,

I slept with a fear

that I would not recognize

the version of you

that appears in some

of my lucid dreams,

and a few memories

that I have of you

are losing substance

as quickly as any

of my unprocessed thoughts;

in spite of all that,

I have no trouble

recollecting how generous

was your gentle heart

and how wise were

all of your words,

so I keep conjuring

you up from

all that you were,

and all that I

can no longer recall,

and you always

seem strangely familiar!



My solemn internal monologue

Is gradually morphing

Into feeble stand-up comedy,

And my rational thoughts

Do not know how to duck yet!


“Never miss a good chance to shut up.”
Will Rogers

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we are the pink

in the black of the night,

a faint whisper

in the ear-splitting noise,

a whole paragraph

squeezed in a single line,

the evening primroses

in the sunflower fields,

a paper napkin

not folded, left misaligned;

are we the folks

ahead of our time?


“Where’s your will to be weird?”
Jim Morrison

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The Rebels

Deep down, you wish

To become a person

Who no longer

Stifles screams and lets them

Rush out of a thin

Slit between thick vocal cords

That have grown used to

A life of staying shut;

You wish to rebel

Only to see where

It takes you to

And what it does

To those who have been

Watching you struggle

Foolishly all this time;

You wait for a rebirth,

Because a lifetime

Is not enough to try things

That could tear

The very fabric you have

Been weaved into,

So all you can do

Is steadily slip out,

One little thread at a time;

It might create a ripple

Large enough to topple

At least a few things over.


“If ever it’s necessary to ride the bandwagon, it’s done with one leg swinging out and eyes scoping the fields.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

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You are at a point in time

Where a small change

In the way the day unfolds

Is enough to unravel you;

When the mere sight

Of glistening post-rain roads

Cracks you open,

And you come apart

As soon as you catch

A whiff of damp seclusion,

Way before your brain

Can process the earthy

Fragrance of it to solidify

The old memory traces,

And when the fragmented

Clouds above your head

Refuse to let the sun

Burn its brilliance upon

Your clouded retinas,

Your repose falls to pieces—

You are your own weather.


It rained here today, and I had listened to a breathtaking short story by James Joyce (hence, the quote) during my lunch break. The latter event was the highlight of the day.

“He lived a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful sideglances.”

A Painful Case, James Joyce

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(Un)wise Advice

You cannot go back

To where you

Have come from,

For it might take

Way too long,

And might even

Prove you wrong;

In a party for one

You should not bring

Your thoughts along,

Even with a mind

That has withdrawn

Into itself, you

Can still claim

Your right to belong-

What you cannot

Say out loud,

You should not

Put in your song!


“I’ll take crazy over stupid any day.”

Joss Whedon

The Knocks

some knocks at the door

go unanswered

for some doors

do not have peepholes;

some knocks at the door

get answered,

but some doors

do not have doorknobs.


“A knock on the door you hear, a knock on your head you don’t.”

Dixie Waters

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