Like placing a Sitar
I placed you with care,
On my lap I dare,
On my lap, till I fell asleep.

My fingers ran over those dots
Came to know the plots
As I felt my cracky sneaks
Smiled on turning the leaves
On sensing your corners
Understood the creator's pain
The pain of adorning those leaves
Those leaves that have thorns and veins
You contained dots,
Dots, six popped out,
six punched in.
Heartfelt heavy for sure
On analysing the torture
The torture of oneself
Shed tears on knowing the revealed fact
The revealed story.

Slid within,
Felt the essence of love and life
I didn't want to harm
To harm by a pen
By a pen by underlining the passage.

Hats off to Louis Braille
A blind man
Felt the essence of a novel
Though those eyes were at rest
Though the world is black
Lived the moment of colours
By the warmth of which the eyes fell asleep.

Dated: 19.10.2014

The alarm buzzed.
I didn't hit the snooze button.
Instead, I woke up. I woke up and it felt different already.

I didn't love you anymore.

I didn't want to stay in my bed and cuddle with you. My bed sheet didn't smell like you. My misbuttoned shirt didn't crave for your attention. Nor did my shabby hair locks long for your touch. My room felt bigger, brighter. And the frosty window pane looked clearer than before. The walls stopped closing in. I could see things vividly. I could hear my heartbeat. I could feel the warmth of my hands. I could move my lips. My neck felt less burdened. Most importantly, I could breathe, normally. My eyes weren't watery anymore and that pain that weighed down on my chest was long gone.
All that gone. Just like that.

I didn't love you anymore.

I didn't think of you in the shower. Your thoughts never came rushing into my head. Your memories didn't bother me. My morning coffee tasted better and the newspaper made much sense. The last voicemail you send seemed cracky and those photographs on the wall were all washed out. I forgot your smile, the way your eyes glanced into mine. Everything about you was a faded memory now. For the first time in many long years, I felt no pain. I felt free. I felt like myself. I felt alone. But being alone didn't scare me at all. Being alone felt natural, quite natural.

I smiled. Just because.
I didn't love you anymore.

I dream of God
I dream of me
I dream of me, being God, being me.
I dream of life
How fragile - life, the dream
I dream of life, beyond a century.
I dream of power
I dream the world
Unconstrainable, irrepressible, me.
I dream of knowledge
Limits, never-ending
Vast capacities, knowing, more.
I dream of nature
It being kind
I dream of breaking, building, it apart.
I dream of existence
Something more
Than banal feuds, than rocks and bones.
I dream creation
Destruction, change
Meaningless, meaningful, who's to say?
I dream of time
Washing, over me
I dream of a dream, a bit more..
I dream alone
I dream a dream
Where space is not, this empty.
What maniac would make it
Like this
There isn't one.
I dream of humanity
All trying to dream
In vain, it all goes away.
I dream of people
Not being *****
Why do we do this, the loneliness, oh my.
I dream of laws and rules
Society, the hypocrisy..
We're all swine, apes, as benign?
I dream of you
You reading this
Pick up your jaw, you thoughtless stale ****.
My dream is hope
My dream, I guess
Not going anywhere, as with hope.
I dream of others
Dreaming with me
Away you blank faces, don't look at me like that.
I dream of the sun
I dream of the open
Freedom, huh, my dream is more real..
I dream of doing
Dreaming, doing everything
Not quite possible, as far as possible is.
I dream of more
Me being more
More than my cracky body, brain.
The dream is here
It will stay
My dream, my cry to reality.
I dream of me
I dream of my life
Being more
Than a single human life.
I dream
It's just me
Me

the sky turns grey
and then the patters
softly fall down
dampen my clothe
it feels so cold

stand between the unvailing decisions
stare at the old fool
cry for the unsure
stuck in this skittish

i know i should run
furthermost
unchain my soul
but
should i let this cracky heart
just fall onto miserable surface?

Friends are fun, care, love and life,
They  are the extension of myself.
They appear from nowhere on a day,
Start walking with me then to the bay.

They knock my door on break of dawn,
Sip the coffee from my half sipped cup,
They sit with me on the reddish dusk,
And dip me in the wildest hue.

They mess with me in a cracky way,
Annoy me and agitate me to a scream,
GET LOST IDIOTS for a while atleast,
And when I turn back still they smile.

My friends are the pearls I gathered,
From the ocean of my acquaintance.
They are the mirrors which reflect me,
And my existence in this  world.

"Dedicated to all my lovely friends"

Long we wander
In search of water,
          Indeed water is life
Sand all over
Winds that blow hard
          Sun that boils
Tiring hot grounds
Cracky stones that hurt
          Life was tiring
Days that were melting
Nights that were freezing
          Indeed water is life
....
Success is the oases
The poor the occupants
        Problems are the deserts
....
I find this great friends

You call, but the water drops behind me are crying too loud for me to hear
Water drips down my body as I peek watching you call for the first time in my register but in your register the third
I switch off the water to answer your call that has no connection
Aii, I finish up get dry and call again in my room but no connection again
You call to ask if we chilling I said yes, you tell me "cool I'm coming to bye"
In a cracky voice I ask "forever", you say yeah, with tears hiding in my eyelids I say "okay"
I sign you in, not with an excited heart this but a heart filled with sadness
The elevator ride makes me even more sad, because you extend your care by asking "if I'm okay?" and I lie "yeah", not wanting you see the drip coming from my heart
Time to say bye
You greet the rest hand-shaking, fist-pumping, while you do that I wonder around with a sad face not so ready to say bye
My turn, oh no, I don't want to...
I'm expecting a fist pump, but instead I receive a warm tight hug from you
You hugged me so tight, whispering in my ear "don't miss me too much"
Oh my, I can still feel your breath echoing in my ear...
And little did I know that this hug would be our last..

Jasmine Nakana

Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Hellopoetry.com­

                                              In Search of Lost Timepieces

                                            (as Marcel Proust did not say)

When clocks were electric and mechanical
They almost never agreed with each other
The glowing G.E. beside the bed read 2:00
While Mother’s kitchen pastel hummed 2:03

Dad’s Hamilton ticked 1358
(And you never argued with him about it)
Grandfather Clock chimed whenever he wanted, by cracky
And the Timex took a licking at 2:04

But now all clocks obey an electronic command –
As the old joke goes, “We have ways of making you tock.”

I love you
More like fine wine
As you persue
Through my whining
Till you capture me through your heart

I love you
Through cracky roads
Even wind blew
Breaking all cords
Like a hunk breaking hearts

You adores me
Though I'm sticky like a gum
Irritating like a bee
More like a broken drum
But still my heart is captured

Wasted time,
Busy collecting stones,
Making fortune,
Building life over love

Elder I am,
Full of regrets,
Drooling over Rom com,
No hand holding mine,
But tear escaping thy eye,
Over "I should have"

Aging all alone,
written off love,
at tender age,
where I was supposed to find,
a piece of completion for cracky days