Between two good songs When the black sheep of the playlist Starts bleating its ugly sound, One begins to feel All the tiny creases And uneven bumps In the bedsheet And mattress underneath. The nightly pain and sorrows Turn to bruises and burns. Sandwiched by a lowly Earthy bodily ache And a higher Soulful mental… Continue reading The Princess and the Pea
What painful madness did you hide in your unconscious? Those blue oceans of sadness That are your sunken eyes, contain the melancholia of the world. Oh Pablo! Do not be anxious! Old age will not be the death of your Youth! Then why do you seem blue? Your blue period is over, isn’t it? Your… Continue reading Blues for Pablo
A thing of beauty is a pain forever When it is smug in self-knowledge Conceited, arrogant and proud. This ego mayn’t be the death of you But death will be more egotistical When bones n ashes remain Only then will this beauty be wise.