Sunday, September 29, 2013

you know the day is not going well

when the cataclysm
does not end the PMS

You know the day is not going well

When you run out of
All the mood refreshers
That you hoard for bad days
--chocolates, joke sites,
Coffee, old love letters--
Early in the morning

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

wanting new friends

I keep trying to make new friends
and when I meet you after an interval
I realize
I was only trying to fill the void
of your absence

I don't need anyone else, really

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

How do i deal with answered prayers

You are
The gift i gave to myself
To be opened in account of
Calamities

The message in a bottle
I set afloat
Hoping it will float back to me
In a catastrophe

The favor i hoped to exchange
For everything i hold dear
When nothing is going right

But i guess
In this disillusioning world
I  had not really expexted
The gift to be delivered

Inspired by the blog Zero

Assured

I run, i twist
I experiment
I move away
I walk into fire,
Stare into the devil's eyes
Because i know
I can always come back
To safety

Like the rain that falls
With the certainity of the earth

I walk in a trance
Certain
Of your protection
Following me everywhere

Inspired by the blog Zero

Monday, September 23, 2013

Weighing questions

It seems i remember things 
That are not so important
 The prick of your stubble
 The changing looks on your face 
    As we grew more familiar
 The water that was unexpectedly
    All over the floor we planned to sit on
Trying to compensate
For not remembering
The important things
 What words did you say
   To tell me of your love
 What words gave you hope
 What tells you we will make it

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Trying to get at true love

A young widow crying
At her husband's funeral pyre

Lovers' tearful embrace
When he is off to
Find his fortune in the world

And we don't know
If she is crying
For love of the man
Or for her lost opportunities
And the years of loneliness
That she sees spreading out of her

If only she were free to choose
Any number of loves
We would know
The strength of every love

On the edge of the ocean

Nothing should hold you back
From immersing yourself
Forgetting yourself
Drowning yourself
Letting yourseld flow
Finding yourself back

Nothing should hold you back
From exhiliration

Nothing does
Except for
That flowing black cloth
That some think
Protects your modesty

Hello, darling

Sure, i would leave you
If i found you were sleeping around
But what to do of the little flirtations
Sweet endearments
Where you mean no harm
But are not completely harmless either

Its always the grey areas
That are the most troublesome

Long distance relationship

Celebrating both birthdays
Months away from either
Because that is the only time
You will meet

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

What you mean to me

Some of us get dipped in flat,
some in satin,
some in gloss.
But every once in a while,
you find someone who's iridescent,
and when you do,
nothing will ever compare

-flipped

It happened once
Just once

And it was enough to tell me
That nothing will ever compare

(I wish it happened once in a while)

Monday, September 16, 2013

Why some people's self esteem never rises

You shouldn't let others
Tell you what you can
And cannot do

Easy to say
But hard to do
Especialy when you have nothing
To compare it to

Men

Do we hate them all the while
We pretend to love them?
Or do we love them deep inside
While we constantly attack them?

With devotion poured into us for generations
And rebellion drummed into us constantly
We have such a hard time

Trying to deny our own love
That we feel for them underneath it all
That is neither
But includes bits of both
And many other things

Monday, September 9, 2013

That awkward moment

When people take your niceties
For passionate interest
In their lives

Sunday, September 8, 2013

i will never be with you


your appearance online

never fails to dampen
my date

repeating it enough times

 will make it true

The magic of secrets

What attractions can beauty hold
Or erudition
Or charm

Against complicity

Against a (wo)man
Who will tell me
All the secrets of the heart
And swear to me
That I am the only one to know

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Thing of beauty

I remember being so tired of men
Writing about women's breasts
I knew, when i shed my inhibitions,
I would write about a man's body

But, the words fail me
As
In my imagination
I turn away from
Flat (pun intended) chests
And find myself describing
Things of beauty,
Curiosity,
Complexity,

{
What is it?

(Let's face it, we are ALL obsessed with
Women's bodies?)

(I am bisexual?)

(Ubiquitous male literuature has
objectified women so much
That i have internalized it?)
}

What do women want?

Of course i want you
To do
What i want you to do

But i would rather
You choose to do so
Than take my word for it
And blame me ever after

Friday, September 6, 2013

being a poet

why should life treat me
any different
because
i m a poet?

few people know
that i m one

but then again,
why shouldn't it?
life knows

about my poems!

@bhoju

when was the first time

you realized you had feelings?
someone said "I love you" to you?


- Bhoju

Promise of forever

You promise me forever
And I know it is not mine to take

But i can still let your promise
Make me happy

Who knows

Soon the promise
May not be yours
To give