Undiminished and Trembling

Undiminished..

Is it same as not diminished.. I wouldn't know.. My callousness..has grown exponentially the past few months.. Not caring ..has made me unpredictable..My boss says.. He doesn't want me to be this easy.. This casual.. He doesn't like such people, who can work..

It seems all this while I have a death wish.a desire to finish. A wish to end the world,..the way I see it, if I die my world does too.. And to glorify it I say end of world..

That's one side of the scales, the other is this maddening intense and soul crushing desire to live .. There isnt a fragrance I have missed..

Do you know the second before the flower fragrance hits..is the second of unlove.. The moment of not knowing..it's the second before jumping of that rock into the seas or below the mountains... or the second before my bone dry mind is flooded with your thots..

Coz everytime you live you die..

The unknown is powerful..knowing weakens you. And I still take d plunge.. Plunging to my thousands deaths with it..

So i am as alive as I'm dead..and that's y sometimes I turnoff.. I am a stone and sometimes I m the peacock who wants to mate in the middle of a stormy night..

After all this..there's you..

There's so much of you..and there`s a little of me..trembling.

Hdk

A happy note - supposedly

I hear d crickets croaking..
the frogs buzzing..
There's wind in my hair..
and here I lay my heart bare..

It looks like rain ..
 the probable end of pain...
This has to be a happy poem..
coz I promised a woman - the bane..

The birds are chirping
singing a happy song..
It won't be long
before the summer hues are gone..

The thunderous showers...
d wonderous rains..
.the promise of happy times ..
of no pains and only gains

hdk

Setting the cage free

Fog settled down, the whitish hue which had trapped the wind, mildly undressed, setting her free. There are some cages which keep you safe, there are some which set you free, there are some who are caged within the prisoner - but they all tie you down - keep a part of you - cause the prisoner is the soul of the cage and what is a cage if not for the prisoner.

So why seek freedom - i ask ? Why such hue and cry - when the cage caresses wounds - she puts me to sleep - she's full of stories and songs - of her longings and all that`s locked up with her - being a cage is not easy she says - people despise her - she`s sad.

I wouldn`t join the world`s chorus about the cliched freedom - for my mind seeks out the cage, wants to cage it within myself - for then i`ll be cage and i`ll be the prisoner too and then won`t both of us be free - for our freedom is in setting our love free -

setting the cage free.

Hdk