cIpher

Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!

Whine

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Friday, March 11, 2011

Everything now adds up to about less than nothing.
Insignicant is now what used to be the best of me.

It took me long to learn to cherish what I had in hand,
What I had in hand didn't take too long to turn and leave.

You, my friend, had always everywhere held my hand.
I knew this wouldn't last forever and you too'll leave.
But in wake of that did you really have to amputate me?

Don't worry, I'll survive, I'll see these days through too.
I'm sorry. What was that? O! That doesn't really suit you?

I'll leave this house, this street, this town if that's your wish.
Yes yes, I'll clean up too before I hand over the keys.

And you sir, you there, standing and trying to judge me
If I'm giving up or breaking down or just stepping aside
Don't stress yourself, forget everything and move on. Really.

My Niche

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , on Sunday, January 30, 2011

I spent more time than that was needed
Cleaning up the soot in the lamp niche,
The bit that stuck in the corners,
The bit that had grown stubborn in time.

I eventually got it all out
And marvelled at the now clean niche.
I then sighed and turned around to see
All the ash that once was my home.

Wall vs Void

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Keep walking along the wall
Feeling it's rough endlessness
In your outstretched seeking hands.
Confirm your trap in this darkness.

Sometimes you just know
That you'll only in vain scream.
Sometimes you just can't.
But seldom is this moment it.

The void doesn't offer much safety.
But then the wall didn't much either.
It's more an option than a choice really.
Only it takes a tad more courage

You truly know you're on your own
After only a couple of steps within.
The void did have some answers, see?
Now all you have to do is open your eyes.

The reluctant assassin

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , on Monday, May 24, 2010

The reluctant assassin
Picked up his gun again.
No. He wouldn't - couldn't do it.
Not because he swore any oath
But 'cuz his hands shook.

Take care of himself
He didn't want this way.
But this was his job,
Thus he earnt his bread.
Bang! He shot himself.

Swirly lights and loud drums
welcomed him at last -
Faint heart beats and ICU lights.
And after all lived on
The reluctant assassin.

Weapon of Choice

Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Saturday, August 29, 2009

"You'll never have if you want it too bad."
And there are several ways to say it.
And yet more and more each every moment
I want it, need it, seek it, desire it.

"You're only human to want evermore."
And there are several ways to say it.
But it's not wealth, health, power or fame
Too trivial yet my heart does require it.

"Ain't nothing there like whole and complete truth."
And there are several ways to say it.
Do as best as you can and tell me why
The gun, you yourself did not fire it.

 

cipher

ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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