You hold with all you have..

Oh honey, he yelled over dark chocolates this morning
You cant remember the harsh words, but the raspberry tasted bitter
He kept playing like an Eddie Vedder song in your head
He had the earthiness of your last night's drink
You were lost in rhythm
Dubious expressions rolled and danced from every corner of his eyes
Oh, you can't remember the harsh words
but you welcomed all he had to say
You stood impotently gazing at the way he unfold
Petrified, his apprehensions rolling like drum beats
No, you did not listen to a single word from those lips which hardly moved
You cannot remember the harsh words but he held your thoughts like gravity
You saw not the end,
It is the fanatic and not the woman
who urges you to hold with all you have.

Veil

There are a thousand words floating in the sea. the words spoken but not received. It is time to get back to the horizon, from where i can see a land with souls feeling my words. there are a thousand words floating. And let it flow like a river of verse to the nice and the vice. People veil your soul for the sin of listening. Sin of listening to my words. People veil.

Silent amidst the Moot

Debate and discussions have always been so thrilling to me.At the tail of every discussion i could either get the subject lucid or my partner.Constructive were those days of debates. All they did was put your view on the table. And even without the disclaimer 'NOM', it used to work pretty well. We were debating on the subject; the subject was not debating us. I recall the days when on the heat of discussiobs people used to defend themselves, not with baseless facts, but with beauty of language.
Off late, i have started hating debates whichhas become solely defense.Often it runs into a moot and apparently there is no light at the dawn, but just resentment that irritates for a few minutes. And as i sit through yet another bootless fight, i am silent coz i have planned to divert my energy to something substantial.

Silver screen which appear gold

I have always believed that movies restrict your imaginations.A book made into a movie rarely lives up to our expectation because it fails to present the best of our imagination of the plot on the big screen.
Manifold are movies with novel thoughts and deep implications. Unfortunately, it fails to reach most of the people may be due to its adaptation of an unconventional style or its abstract level of presentation.
What amused me today is there exist someone in us who sees beyond our eyes.Or can i put it this way,who deceive our eyes.We seem to derive conclusions and so impeccable knit it on the plot. We never even care to realize the movie is just a void, we are watching the reel of our expectation of the movie. And thus we pacify our mind and feed our anticipations. Such is the serendipity of certain well expected but badly made movies.

Wait

The tapping sounds of the qwerty had stolen it all until the wet breeze and the sweet drizzle did the magic. Had i lost me, i need your eyes my friend to enjoy this rain.
Making space in here to write for my quaint friend who lives beyond seasons and loves rain.Coming soon.

Save our tigers

Join hands..spread the word...Save our tigers..only 1411 left in the country!!

Get around it!!

Happiness isn't about success, it is assuring that nobody succeeds where you have lost.

That post i read from a blog shook me in and out. The more i try to forget it, the more it comes flashing in front of my eyes. It was with great difficulty, i met eyes with the truth. Neverthless to say i still wheedle to shatter my own self and get back to that quaint me if that would bring me light and show me life. It is my conscience that stops me and your confidence adds to the unfruitful strive. As i struggle to find an ending to my own story, yet another story passes unfinished before my eyes. Do all stories need an ending?Yeah indeed unless one doesn't have to start writing a new one. The haunting of an unfinished story could be more scary than truth itself. And as i go on writing, i fear i'm loosing my way again in the dark and hence i stop.... As the writer says...I need to remember to overcome!!

Plea

My world was getting colorful with hopes and desire,
Hopes and desire to come to the new world.
For long was i waiting at the threshold,
Awaiting the smart one who would make me a truth.
And as it grew strong and deep,
crystals of life gleamed on the contour,
There was a sudden race to win me,
The race to the soul of life,
The race to protract life,
And i sprung out of love,
And i sprung full of life.

I realize this is when i have time ever in my life,
As soon as step out i begin to chase,
Endless pursuit of insatiable worths,
Hence i wait here in peace,
I have time to see where my future belongs,
Nine months to shelve to life.

I feel those warm hands that live to hold me,
I feel the first love in here,
I feel my mother,
And as i know those paternal vibes of discomfort,
The first stab on my heart,
I realize parentry is of convenience,and,
I make my first wish,
My first wish to be born a woman.

Never to know, swift and drastic moves of life,
When i am being guarded with the selfless love of my mother,
There's another selfish woman fighting out of her womb.
And makes me realize the bitter for the second time,
The time was in disguise,
But i'm an unwanted truth.
An unwanted truth less important than the world which surround me.

The world is not worth living, it's out of convenience people live.
And i make my first request,
I plea to end me here.
For days of my survival had brought realizations,
Never i want to get out of the horizon.
Life there...is dark.
Minds there....are gloomy.
I have no place there,
for i am born of love and would live truth!!