Free-Verse

I feel I am surrounded by vultures who are hungry for my flesh and skin. And the only way to save myself is to become a flesh-eater myself. I am tired of having to compete for things that don’t matter to me. And I am tired of trying to explain myself to the ones who would never understand me. All this rationality and logics of the world makes me sick through my bones… I want to go live in a world where irrationality rules. Where people are mad, so that even if they don’t understand my insanity, they won’t judge me at least. Where no one would laugh when I say I can achieve anything I want to. Where no one would lecture me about the rules, because none exists. Where I would be free to create and break my own customs, tread my own path, and decide what, when and how to love. That’s the world I dream to live in one day. And take my own world there, with me. ...

My Friend, I see you everyday, I think about you everyday, After getting up and before sleeping. I care so much about you, but I can’t tell, I fear I would lose you, As Love, but also as a friend. You can’t imagine what it feels, To hear someone else’s name from your lips, And to pretend to be elated about it. I wish I could take you away, And make you fall in love with me. I wish I could make you laugh n’ laugh , Until you start begging no more please. I wish I didn’t have to eat my words, Every time you asked “who’s she?” I wish I didn’t have to wish so much, I wish it could have all come true. I know it’s unfair to you, I know you would think I deceived you, But try to understand my difficulty, If you could. I am sorry, but I love you. ...

I am torn. Between loving you and hating you. Between wanting to harm you and trying to shield you. Between deciding what’s more important, You or my ego. My yin and yang have left me lacerated. I don’t believe in angels but please… Just this one time, Prove me wrong. Be an angel. And save me. From myself. ~RavS

The Mirror lies, and so does the world, The blemishes on your face aren’t there. Look at your reflections in my eyes, Do you find a single trace of ugliness? You are as beautiful as the glacial cone, A sparkling delicate crystal for me to adore, Sure, sometimes there will be frost on you, And sure sometimes my light won’t reach you, But this dust on you is not your identity, And you never needed my shine to be world’s envy. ...

If it were possible; long ago, She would have given you an affirmation of your dreams, Or handed over a negation of your desires. If it were possible; long ago, She would have committed to the tasks in hand, Or rolled back the efforts made till now. Unfortunately life is not lived in Binary. There’s a huge flux of reasoning in between. ~RavS

Every time I am in your vicinity, I catch a new condition. Here is what you have made me : Philophobic because of you. Cingulomanic for you. Somniphobic through you. Insomnia, paranoia, hyperventilation… you have taught me. Your cold might be common but the shiver that you have given me; it’s not common. It’s rare. You are the cause and you are the cure of my problem.. Alas they couldn’t find the cause and cure of your condition. ...

You and I. You and I. We. Are meant to be so much more. Look around. We are in middle of the cross section of an infinite roads. Forget about where you came from. Forget about where I met you. Hold my hands. And point your fingers at any road you like. Let’s walk. And find ourselves on that path. ~RavS

The beautiful thing about poetry is that you and i and he and she will read exactly the same words but they would never mean the same to any of us. ~RavS

I fear one day I won’t be left with anything to say or write or express. No jokes, no wits, no stories, no compliments, no confessions, NOTHING. There will be just silence left. A blank expression. I fear if you would get bored of me that day. And leave me to find someone who could still entertain you or be useful. I won’t be angry with you. How could I? It’s just that I would be infuriated with self, I couldn’t keep you longer than this. I thought you would stay forever. But forever is always too long to be true… ...

Unconditional love is like distilled water. Perfect in concept but impractical in reality. And what use is that love unless it is adultered by a pinch of possessiveness, jealousy, expectations. insecurity, dread, anger, cravings… Let’s leave unconditional love for the Gods and the Immortal Fables. Let’s anticipate a little bit in love and let’s be disappointed when that doesn’t happen. What’s wrong in conditional love? What’s wrong? ~RavS ...