MY GREY MATTERS.

of embarrassing fancy dress competitions
of annoying city lights
of haunted lake night treks
of weed, whiskey and wonderment
of found and lost friends
of sleepless nights in office
of failed pirouette attempts
of full moon nights
of drying rivers and concrete jungles
of pre and post menstrual syndrome
of 11 months of depression and recession
of suspected tuberculosis
of chasing butterflies
of 'its complicated' relationships
of family melodrama
of toxic inhalation
of 'I AM DOWN, DOWN,DOWN' SYNDROME
of suicidal thoughts followed by murderous ones
of a year long hangover
of my mind's games
of an overworked right-brain
of daily Delhi Noida Delhi
of 'I am strong. No, I want to give up. I am strong. No,I want to give up' debates
of 5 distinct skeletons
of head and heart disagreement
of seeing them dead
of tears underneath my pillow
of waiting for that one phone call that changes lives
of living in hope.
of waiting hopelessly
of brainstorming sessions
of fighting MARRIAGE
of endless battles for PEACE

Yeah man, I have earned those shades of grey.

RISK IT.

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cheers!

GHOSTS.

In my closet, you will find skeletons.
some recently added; some not so new.
some calcified; some flexible too.
some scary ones, painted black and blue.

In my closet, you will find skulls.
some like minded ones; some without a clue.
some right-brained; left-brained - too few
of various shapes in one straight queue.

In my closet, you will find bones.
some phosphorus-deficient; fractured just 2
some strong and hard; some easy to chew
some smell of Volini; some smell of glue

In my closet of skeletons, skulls and bones
you will find me fighting ghosts of YOU and YOU and YOU and
of course YOU.

Sigh!

Ignorance was super fucking blissful.

Buffet for a Saint?

It turns out that Nirvana is costlier than Samsara.
You got to be filthy rich to afford a golf playing, buffet eating, business class traveling Spiritual Guru.

STOCK IT UP.

Next time you go coke shopping, don't forget to buy some trees. You haven't realized it yet but you are running out of fresh air.

Ready?

Are we globally warmed up for Mass Destruction?