Warp

INSIDIOUS

there is a stone inside of me

that i cant break; choked by

a ball in my mouth

that i cant swallow 

cant spit out

my anger has flowed to the gutter

along with the vomit of 

the whiskey and undigested kolkata

biryani

my beauty is that of the coward man

contained in his boundaries

defending the indefensible 

the clock ticks one two three 

second by second

the muscles slacken from age

the bones bend 

reminding me of me

the day loosing its scent 

the brightness turning into stuporous amber

till one day when nothing is left

i am face to face  with the stone

i try to cut it out

but its chained to my heart

the clocks tick 

i breathe

nothing happens.

 

Come, tell me how you live.

The moment in the photograph 
Was decision or serendipity? 
The photographer is being photographed 
Exposing our naked vulnerability-

Of never being authentic;never being fake
Ah! memory at the age of perfect counterfeit.
creating auto awesome stories of your taste
The closed circuit cameras that keep asking  

Come ,tell me how you live?

Where you put your dentures as you sleep?

Whom do you miss when you wake up?

Where you vanish when the light recedes?

Jigsaw falling into place

Black swans swimming ,

the dark waters of 

innocence and frailty
As the photographs 

in frozen hardwares

begin to  betray memory.