Sunday, March 3, 2024

9:41 PM is the time of forgotten memories

Pebbles in the street I often walked

A tree in the home I grew up in

That awkward stolen kiss

Hidden mark-sheets

Careless  talks on Philosophy, Physics

Whispering ocean by the window

Rainforests ,  never ending rain

A little bit of me a little bit of you 

A little bit of nothing else


It all exists only at 9:41 PM

Everywhere, all the time 

Sunday, February 25, 2024

I only exist in her memories

I only exist in her memories

Forever in the past

Fading slowly 


I have new roommates 


My space shrinks 


As she makes new memories 


Forgetting me a little everyday 


The lives I have touched have touched me back

The lives I have touched have touched me back

My gaze into the future is not my own

The scars I carry are not from battles I have fought


I live many lives today I will die many deaths 


Tuesday, February 20, 2024

The broken heart should never be healed

The broken heart should never be healed. It is whatever remains of the heart that once was. The mended heart is something else, of someone else.

Graves of immortal angels

In the hollow eyes of a dying man there are graves of immortal angels

When life begins to recede

When life begins to recede

The body does not know 

It  is only in the ever dimming light in the eyes

And in the fast fading crimson sunset


In time’s persistent accounting of lives touched


In the souls preparation to say good bye


The eternal night looms near

A forever repenting heart 

Friday, January 15, 2016

The Temple of dead Gods : Somra

I woke up with a feeling of having exhausted all that I had ever deserved.My body was still numb, I could hardly move, but I could open my eyes.

It appeared to be at the horizon of that moment, cascading down as future seeping out of the present. It sounded like the laughter of the night, mocking the stars that shine their hearts out. As wide as I could imagine, falling out of no where, the cascading water was unperturbed- almost like a mirror.

A giant mirror made of cascading water was right in front of me, except that there were no reflections. Like death, it was drawing me towards it. I started walking towards it. As I started walking I could see things in the mirror. I tried hard to focus my vision. I was almost sure I was seeing myself in the mirror. Unconscious as I was a few minutes ago.

I started walking faster, I wanted to get to the mirror. The image on the mirror changed to a series of quickly changing images. It was almost like a film running backwards. I could see myself inside the temple moving through the viscous air. The faster I moved towards, it the faster the film ran backwards. I was soon outside the temple coming down the staircase. Time appeared to be on a  roller coaster ride. I stopped walking and  the film stopped. I could not see anything else in the mirror. I took a few steps back and probably as I had expected the images reappeared, this time moving forward. I saw myself entering the temple, trying to get  to its core. I saw myself crying out with pain as if hit by something, but there was actually nothing that had hit me, Walking back I saw myself dissolving in the ether and materializing on the meadow,unconscious.

Gradually walking back was becoming laborious, the closer I came to the point where the mirror was showing a very near past, walking any further became impossible. I could hardly take any steps back and I could see myself laboring with my steps in the mirror too.

I stopped and the images disappeared.

"We call it Somra. It keeps the world "now", safe from the world "then". It stops today from collapsing into tomorrow. It can transpose space and time.Essentially your movement through space becomes your movement through time across the mirror. When you drift in time, it appears as your movement in space"

"Movement from where ?"

"The temple of dead Gods.It is the origin of space and time"

That was the first time I saw Iti