Experience

Nothing but words
Memory in script
Of years hard and soft
Clipped fractured sliced
Then mended again
No room for blood
In the game called
Experience

Street Performer

He is dressed in white 
from head to toe
Stiff pose
Painted face
Sans expressions
Not a blink,
Eyes focused
At distant lamp
He stands there on a box
In the town square
Un-flinched
People walk around him
See him
A passing glance
Is he a man?
Breathing, or
A stone sculpture
A monument
A living legend
Happy child comes along
Jumping, laughing, skipping
Throws a coin in the tumbler
The mask man moves
to thank her
Child shriek with fright
People stop to gaze
He is no beggar
But a street performer
Much disciplined
In a race

Made Friendship With Pain

I have made friendship with pain
It is here to stay
There is no escape
It leans against my skin
Squeezing the nerves within
Begging for attention like
A spoilt, pampered child
When I ignore it, it will sleep for a while
Is back again when I stretch to a comfort line
Sits closer to my bosom
Never out of sight

I have made friendship with pain
Cause I have no other choice

I Cannot Help You

How can I guide you, 

When I am lost too? 

The little nuggets here and there
I had pick up on my path
Shuffled them up
Spread them on your path 

In front of you

You learnt to walk
Watching your own steps
Reached your own destination
I did not help you 

I was there
just standing on curb
watching you...

It was you

Who taught me 

To trust you.

Canvas

Splash paint on canvas
It's not the brush that moves
colors sprinkle delight

Script In My Mind

Nothing but words
Memory in script
Of years hard n soft
Clipped fractured sliced
Then mended again
No room for blood
In the game called
Experience

Street Performer

He is dressed in white 
from head to toe
Stiff pose
Painted face
Sans expressions
Not a blink,
Eyes focused
At distant lamp
Stands there on a box
In the town square
Un-flinched
People walk around him
See him
A passing glance
Is he a man?
Breathing, or
A stone sculpture
A monument
A living legend

Happy child comes along
Jumping, laughing, skipping
Throws a coin in the tumbler
The mask man moves
to thank her
Child shriek with fright

People stop to gaze
He is no beggar
But a street performer
Much disciplined
In a race

Pain - My Friend

I have made friendship with pain
It is here to stay
There is no escape
It leans against my skin
Squeezing nerves within
Begging for attention like
A spoilt, pampered child
When I ignore it
It will sleep for a while
Is back again when 
I stretch to a comfort line
Sits closer to my bosom
Never out of sight
I have made friendship with pain
Cause I have 
No other choice

Book Shelf

Artist- unknown

So many stories behind this shelf
of travels, romance, adventure
a tapestry of emotions 
Unfolds from page to page
transporting me to vast
fantasy world...