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The Girl at the Window

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Safdarjung Tomb, Delhi, India

The Girl at the Window

—o—

I see her everyday

At the window of her house

Her face lurking in the shadows

Finding cover in the veil of secrecy

Obscurity in a shroud of seclusion

But her beauty is not hidden from me

`

She’s a princess

From a faraway exotic land

I know not her name

Yet she has become a part of my life

My daily scenery

And I miss her now that she is gone

Nothing

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Nothing

I look in the mirror

I see an empty skull hidden

under layers of flesh and blood

I am nothing

Just a bunch of chemical formulas

If I pass tomorrow

I’ll be mourned but for a short time

Then forgotten

Like a wound that heals leaving no scar behind

Life begins and it ends

No two opinions about it

`

Then why

Do I worry and fret

Do I pretend and hide

Do I smile, nod and fake empathy

Do I chase after depression

`

I am but a grain of sand on the beach

A drop in the ocean

A speck of dust in a largely unknown universe

A fraction of a second on the clock of life

I am nothing

The Surface

Gem Lake

 The Surface

—o—

We operate

You and I

We nod, we converse, we agree

We go about our business

On the surface

`

The chinks

They show on occasion

But we conceal them

Expertly shroud them

On the surface

`

And those who dare

Peep beneath

They rear aghast

At the rife ugliness they see

A cauldron of noxious brews

`

Of voices falling on deaf ears

Of conflicting emotions

Of affections forgotten

Of relations trivialized

Of promises broken

`

Yet it all appears just fine

On the surface

`

Life an Ugly Cousin

Sorrow

`

Life an Ugly Cousin

`

I cry again

Like a monotonous ritual

Invisible in my sorrow

Tears in the rain

 

What I thought I felt

Wasn’t  love

It was but a delusion

Of a needy mind

 

I wasn’t aware that…

My ability to endure

Is tremendous

To sustain abuse

Incredible

 

I long, crave to collapse

To dissolve in my unhappiness

I can’t

It  just won’t happen

 

At times like these

Death sounds sublime

A beautiful thing

And life an ugly cousin