INFLORESCENCE JAN 22 12. 10.29 PM

probably their is hardly a person who could avoid a total chaos at the alter of contradictions


my heart says
Darlin
what the hell your knowledge is meant for


I peep through the nanons of thin air


you come flying
like a little butterfly


my brain says 
it belongs to  Lepidoptera


I ignore both


but I do ask myself


at least


one of them should be right


my soul whispers


Darlin


you are victim of yourself


I keep quiet


may be
my quiet nerves are more beautiful


as it bring


closer to 


what I call my sweat hearts.

my heart asks me
darlin can you give me a life like this


I ponder at its ingenuity


I observe the picture
as if one of them belongs to me


suddenly my brain opines
darlin you have forgotten your daily dose psychiatric medicine.


I know
the in between the lines meanings to a greater extent


but I really don't know


whom I represent

INVERTED SPRUCE JAN 6.12 10.49 PM

my brain often opines
why the hell you remember those
who are simply dirtiest stuff to remember

I calm my brain with psychiatric medicine

but my heart often laughs
and says

Darlin there is no medicine for me

I wonder
why I have to face the music of contradictions

is it possible
never to love any body
in any form

my soul says
Darlin don't become too philosophical

as no body is worthy of that

But I am exposed to such acute contradictions

Time can never be undone

I ask myself
is it true

or else

another form of torture
in wait for me

my soul again whisper

you better be alone

as you look the prettiest one
in that being