There are days I never wanna sleep and there are days when I never wanna wake up.
We need hope for the world,
More than what we have,
To sustain injuries,
Mourn the departed,
And save as many lives as we can,
Wiser the choices,
At the cost of personal sacrifice,
It’s better to be safe than sorry,
With more kindness in our hearts,
And growing consideration,
For death knows no religion, no age, no bias,
Stay home stay indoors,
Cause death is knocking on your door.
An old lady, a blind man and a saint were waiting at a bus stop. An over crowded bus arrives and all three board the bus. A passenger seated in the bus gives up his seat, but is unable to decide to whom he wants to offer it to. Imagine you are that passenger, who would you choose?
Can you see what’s underneath?
The growing grassroots and all the tall trees,
They look so pretty , mighty and evergreen ,
Like they were etched by hand to perfection,
Take a closer look and you will see,
The scars in those barks,
The windswept summer dried leaves,
The branching roots below at war,
Struggling for the common water source,
It’s so beautiful when you see afar,
But why don’t you take a closer look?
Maybe you will find,
They’re just like you and me.
Floating on a pale blue sea ,
Humming the songbird’s melody,
Waving goodbye to the melting sun,
Watching these Dancing shadows,
I realise I am happy,
Even without you or who,
It’s so much fun on my own,
The skies and the birds like me too,
I am alone without ever being alone.
seeing people use OCD as a fancy definition for their personality traits, gushing in over-rated pretentious modest pride, makes me irksome. Since when did cleanliness become a disorder? With that definition even pigs must be diagnosed with OCD.
Yes!! Cleanliness needs to be compulsive and obsessive, if you’re civilised, that is.
Desire the dark ,
When the sun sleeps,
Just enough for this tormented soul,
If this is the price of peace,
I will pay it with a little of my life.
They call it beauty,
Things they can see,
In colour and bloom,
Caressed in light,
Showcased for appeal,
Everything has a price tag,
To lustful eyes .
What lies beneath,
The skin and blood,
The heart and all of it’s composition,
For this world is full of people blessed with eyesight sharper than the other,
Oh if only they were blind,
Each and more from time to time,
Beauty will have a new definition,
One which is more true and real,
And harder to be.
The world’s burning outside,
Those deathly fires and cries of pain,
I simply cannot care tonight,
Laying in your arms,
I breathe in calming tranquility,
The taps loose and Water’s running,
I ain’t gonna fix it tonight ,
I want to soak up all your warmth,
Feel the bareness of your chest
The dread of tomorrow looming over my head,
I throw Uncertainty in the bin,
Tonight I stay curled up in your arms,
Letting your heart do the talking ,
Cause it’s okay for me ,
To grab this night from life ,
To feel like there’s something worth clinging on to.
It’s been raining,
Ever since you are gone,
The skies seen it all,
Maybe it’s why it doesn’t stop,
As the crystal droplets jump and fall,
To a crazy rhythm of my heart,
I am drenched and besotted,
Was it you or was it me messing in my head?
Splashing around muddy puddles,
The times when I held your hand,
Swaying with the wind in no particular way,
Letting you take me anywhere,
I try to cup as much of this rain,
In my wet open palms,
Trying not to spill,
Trying to keep it all,
But the more I try the more it seeps through the tiny ridges I never knew,
Maybe that’s why I stand and you’re gone,
And the sky cries for you.
I played in my head,
a thousand versions .
Of What I would say ,
How I would say,
That you are special ,
That you are joy and blessing,
In my life and beyond,
That you mean so much to me,
I want to tell you,
Every feeling of my heart in words and in prose ,
I wait and wait for you to come,
And when you do come,
You walk away looking for something else,
And I am left with the unsaid
I don’t understand this world and it’s people. I don’t know in what pursuit they find joy and purpose. Some after love some for money some for fame and glory. Their journey so paced , 10 steps in a stride but a ruthless endeavour without a care for anyone other than their own. The pictures, the smiles, the masks, the act and the fakeness of it all. To what end? I don’t know how and I don’t get why.
Every day I am more certain I don’t belong here anymore.
I dance with the lights,
From the moon and the fire,
My hands in the air,
Chasing a flowing breeze,
I dance to the beat of the ocean shores,
I dance alone ,
I dance alone ,
hoping that one dark night
I will dance with you
Closer than I thought
The time has come
New days with same heart
Freshness of the air in an old read book
Wonder of Discovery of things which existed long before
Shiny lustre over old rocks
Maybe it’s better for now
To not know about tomorrow
Maybe it’s better for now
To leave behind the yesterday
I need a memory, clean and spirited. One will do. One which is untainted. Where my mind cannot spot any flaws Or run a sequence of edits to make it a desirable fake. It should have no tears nor any of my vulnerabilities. No room for doubts and foolish ignorance. No fear no worries, none that I run from. One memory of peace and strength is all I need. To drive away my demons my dementors leeching on my leftover soul. I look and look to find one in my brain’s dusty cauldron . But all I find is ashes of a burnt life.
The world celebrates and retells success stories. The society urges and pressures minds into either following these achievers or drives your dreams to have similar standards. And you fall into the trap of relativity. I should be faster than him, I should study harder than her, I should have a vacation more luxurious than that family. I should look more prettier than her. I want more likes more hearts more friends more that and this. unknowingly we enrol in a race. A race where the finish line is so hazy and there’s always so many others outdoing you. But you continue running without reason. One day you stop because suddenly you realise you are not good enough, you cannot keep up no matter how...
If you had a grant, what would you choose
Meet god once
Meet the forever love of your life ?
I let these mountains seduce me. The naked magnanimity sunbathing with open arms chiseled to perfection. The breathing silence calling my soul by name. As sunlight danced and fell, it shone every green and every brown. The river hugging your curves and bends , flowing like a liquid sky. Speeding winds brushing slender leaves and flying my hair. As I stand here on top of you, I can see. The might. The pristine. The grandeur. The warmth. Oh how you seduce me. And I am falling for you.....
Being omnious of what the other person is thinking about and mending conversations & actions accordingly is a crafty manipulator’s forte. It is as if they can tune into your cerebral frequency and tell you things exactly the way you like and want to hear. Appealing to your sensitivity and stealthily playing the victims card , you hardly know how you are getting played. Jumping over walls that you have built with stone and strength , and invading your system with their silky smooth gameplay. How do you defend when you don’t even know you are being attacked? Really, how?
Look beyond yourself for all answers. The more you do the more you find. Some you may like some you may not. Some will destroy you some will intrigue. The quest will keep you content with the truth and the passion of discovery. So keep looking beyond you. The more you do the more you find.
#poetry Jen challenge
#R- intimacy was
I don’t mind
Falling for you,
Head over heels
In love with you,
Maybe I could tell myself
To shut up and
Keep it simple for the maddening heart,
Let you in easier,
My defences dropping as you come closer,
Sweet names that I would call you,
I will hold you today and everyday,
Fondling ever so often,
Kissing away your problems
Calming you like the drizzling rain
Because I don’t mind
Falling for you
Being neutral is hard. An association earns friends and revolt brings fame. Neutrality gifts you a signboard for disloyalty and selfishness. But the opinionated don’t realise it takes courage to say no , and even more to say it twice to both parties.
How bold do you have to be in life? How much will you compromise in the name of tolerance? When you are brought up your whole life to mind your manners and live for peace, how do you train to find the courage to stand up and raise your voice? Will you watch in the bystanders shoes while someone brews trouble mercilessly? The strength you want to muster is asking your brain to let it slide and move on because you know lone lions are heading extinction. And it’s exactly this attitude that poltergeists want to fuel and reign over chaos. Because you choose to walk away , turn deaf , lay low in lieu of your own safety and tranquility. Choosing flight over fight , you always remain the prey.
I could go on and on
About what’s on your mind
Your eyes glancing lower than it’s supposed to
Those struggling hands caressing subtly
Pearls of sweat dripping off you
Duelling in the Battle of patience vs mounting desire
Concealing the wild in shadows of gentlemanly
Torn between opposing magnetic polarity
Coming closer and pushing away
Drawing breath unevenly
Your Racing heart beat echoing loudly
But your lips curve in a smirk teasing
And calling for the game to begin
Many have fallen ,
Many a times,
Unawares and unapologetically,
Smitten and bitten,
By the beauty of RED
Studying faces gives me the edge , to be a good actor. It’s also the reason why I like crowded places like a restaurant or a busy train. I choose intentionally to occupy a rear seat of comfort in the shadows and look keenly at strangers who might just be the character I am about to play. I see faces dancing with expressions of their mind voices , some sharp and some subtle. In my next act , I am to play a serial killer. And here I am looking for eyes that cannot feel remorse and lips that cause seductive deceit. Disappointing faces today , not one matching the description. I pull out newspaper clippings with photos of the perps and sit still observing and absorbing. I g...