UNINVITED BLUES.

uninvited blues waltz
back into my life!
the meadows of my cheeks
glazed with rain,
for both the eyes
conspired to flood!
the blues don't have a
name, face or purpose-
blues for blues sake,
i suppose!

soon pretentious morning
will be here,
we will wear
our smiles on again
like we do every day!
last night will be a-
secret between
the tear flavoured pillow
and my non- existent sandman.

love,
aditi

( more late night poetry, i know its crap why the hell did i post it?)

PARTY (organised chaos)

Its there waiting-
To be found or to be hidden,
Morphing in and out-
Through The realms of conscious and sub- conscious.
Chaos has an order to it,
It’s organised into a code-
That mocks us,
For the key was always around.
Beginning? End? Neither?
Has the party started or did it just get over…..
Were you invited?
Were you the party?
When meaning and sense-
Vapourise, all that remains are
Fast moving images,
That’s life-
Fast finishing ice- cream,
Emptying itself into chasms-
The products of depression
And fate's misadventure?
Lone candles wastefully burnt,
Sitting by disillusioned,
Eternal romantics-
Endlessly sipping reluctant gulps of wine,
To skew – the REAL.

love,

aditi.

p.s : something i wrote at one in the night... dont know if it will make sense in the morning.