You become what you think about. Nothing more nor nothing less except the times destiny takes its role to do some redirections, well to create some chaos and order. But always I love to believe, it can't be dark unless you make it.

Life, a Wave

Always I wished

my writing should look raw,

and longed

it should smell the taste of raw flesh

carrying the blood through my arteries,

pushing out the impurities,

and so do some ill thoughts of mine.

I never wanted to produce great literature

taking the line of Chaucer, Yeats or Eliot

but I wanted to my make myself believe

there lived a reader,

who lived through great writers

laughing, crying and learning

life is all a raw flesh

and characters that celebrated many canvases.

Though I am in deep love with my senses-

Sometimes I wish I were deaf

Sometimes I wish I were dumb

And sometimes I wished I were numb

Once again did I know, how my raw flesh taste

And it were the characters,

that I read and lived through,

made me realise

How beautiful is the Earth to live in!

And ever waiting for the characters

to walk in and out

because the spice it add to life

taste bitter, sweet and sour

yet delicious as a desert

and waiting again and again

as my tongue should

turn magical later,

knowing them as they are

And life, it should reciprocate

well move on too, as a wave!

Late Night Lantern @ Parvathy