Heart vs Mind: May

When I looked into my heart
it beats with the feeling of getting hurt
When I looked into my heart
Passion & emotions wrinkle in it as an Art

When I looked into my Mind
the vision in me almost got me blind
When i looked into my Mind
I clearly see the benefits of being kind

When I looked into my heart
the love in us have drifted miles apart
when I looked into my heart
It yearns to forget and have a fresh start

When I looked into my mind
I see the temple of love destroyed by wind
When I looked into my mind
I see the world has already left me behind

The month of May as my Heart Say
Kindles the broken dreams which floats on bay
The month of May as my Mind believe
Stitches those little fragments of love as I grieve

Posted for the Month of the Year Challenge . Cheers!

Deceptive April

Under the blanket of Sweet dreams
Above the horrors of a Dark future
Beyond the controls of fate & destiny
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.

Nostalgic on the Path of a broken Road
Waiting for the train to take me to place
Where Memories reside and Sings a Lullaby
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.

The Engines burnt and flight took off
Lifting me from a Place I lived seven months
They were days of Happiness & Sorrow but
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.

I am now in a place where I belong
where family loves & friends tell a Tale
The Month Of a rhyme-less April
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.

Somehow there is an Unrest in my heart
A candle lit off by a cold fresh Air
The unrest questions the reality and my lies
I breath in a beautiful lovely today?

Although I supposed to keep this is drafts I now go ahead & publish the Post for the Month of the Year Challenge . Cheers!

Homecoming March

Time was short but the wait was longer
Like a wandering soul I was restless
For the days to Pass and nights to end
It was my home coming, it was my home coming

The familiar streets waited for my arrival
The familiar voices called out my name
The familiar faces were waiting to smile
It was my home coming, It was my home coming

The needle pointed to the direction of my home.
The Winds blew from the place of my own
The birds carried out the message to the Place
It was my Homecoming, It was my homecoming

There are little remains of this place
And every precious hour had to be saved
I knew i had 25 days of March before
It was my homecoming, It was my homecoming

Along the dark carpet a welcoming Aura emanates
A patient month will finally bid its farewell
To the houses and the people I call my own
It is my Homecoming, It is my Homecoming...

Written for the post  Month of the Year Challenge . Cheers!

Lovely February

A gentle smile greeted them
of winning Promises and trust
A Gentle breeze greeted us
of Calm day and a Joyous month

It was a month of love
It was a month of Celebration
It was a month of birthdays
It was the month of february

I remember the Cold mornings
I remember the tender love
I remember my broken hand
I remember those painful stitches

Yet i have a voidness within me
of nostalgia & candied memories
I let myself fall from a height
only to pick myself up again.

There was still a gentle breeze that night
there was still some wine flowing that night
Cheering to the celebrations that night
It was the month of february that night

This is a post for  Month of the Year Challenge . Cheers!

Fresh January

I stayed awake Welcoming the year

With an open Arms and Gloomy eyes

Counting for the year which promised

Long Health and short pains

Yet the Year began with an Hangover

Where there was no regret of yesterday

The previous night was a celebration of Victory

Of survival, of new friends and new Place

The days here were Long and Hot

The winds here were Strong and Fierce

The lights here were dark and Gloomy

The people here were amazing and Good

We went to the beaches of Atlantic

Where fun and anxiety stayed at bay

We drank our hearts out that day

We cheered to friendship and companionship

Yet it was the first month of the Year

It was the beginning of a new start

How i was wrong when i Said

It promised Long health and Short pains.

This is a post for  Month of the Year Challenge   Which I just happen to come upon randomly.

At times Randomness brings you close to something or conspires you to bring out what you have been hiding within yourself. So true in this case.

This randomness did bring out some emotions of Joy and Self-Discovery that I can easily say has been the best time of my life. Looking forward for writing about the other months too. 

A Melancholy Cry

The feelings of Love in my Heart was over

I threw it off thinking it’s a Poisoned fruit

I poured graffiti on the walls of my temple of devotion

Smashed the window to escape from the Shelter of my love.

A feeling of loneliness replaced the feeling of being together

The noises from my Present replaced the harmony in my past

The lifeless plant on a pot replaced the Roses, which I once gardened

Two glasses of fine Scotch replaced the Romantic setting of French Wines

I have forgotten the feeling of your hands

I have forgotten how your lips feel on mine

I have forgotten how your happy voice sounds

I have forgotten the way you have loved me

In the Voidness of my life I feel your presence

But there is a doubtful Space, which empties itself

I see you drowning into an Ocean and pull you out

Just to see if your heart still beats for me

The time spent were a lot more fun with you around

We dreamed up a Lovely house by the Lakeside

Of Nuptial vows and spending the winters cuddled

Next thing I know you’ll say you want a Baby.

There is always an Image in the Solitary mirror of heart

Hiding within itself every untold emotions and feelings

Igniting a stove in our world that burns without feelings

And a final kiss to the Matchstick that burnt our dream down.

                                                                                                 

Of those Many Little Things

"Past is gone, Present is a gift & future is Uncertain".

I shall put it this way or may be say I am living in now. Pretending that tomorrow's gonna be a better day. Well for starters I do wish at times that tomorrow shall be a day where there's no guilt, no sorrow, no repentance or no grief with my Past. no Grief that what I could do today, no grief of what I could have done in the Past.

There are untold words
Which I need to say
There are beautiful moments
Which I need to replay

There were amazing times
Which I need to rewind
There were some people
Who I wish were kind

There were things
which i needed to Change
There were Friends
Which I wish were never strange

There are memories
Which needs to be erased
There are dreams
Which needs to be chased

There were So many things
Which Is filled with regret
There are so many things
Which I now wanna complete.

O Potato! Where art thou been!

A vivid memory, A lost Vision, A long forlorn thought! Ever since I can think of my childhood, some early part of my teens & as well as my later part i was actually unable to decide why i never ate potatoes, or anything mildly even connected to it! Not that i tasted any time and threw away my dishes declaring to the world hence from now I shall never eat a potato!

The best part of writing is an ability to create a world, a situation or as of now an explanation! This is a article i am writing out of senses, in a semi sleep so do excuse my urge to write about it. As some great men have said it "The Man who has no imagination has no wings"

Sometimes even writing nonsense should be advisable. It awakens those sleepy brain cells which are in a deep limbo of thoughts and have refused to wake up! Fantasies are important too.. Making us look through the wrong end of telescope and laughing at some real hard realities of life.

I could sketch an ocean Blue
Or could paint & faint
I could ring the bell to tell
nothing rhymes with potato

The base the ball
the fiery volcanic ash
The Sun the trees the mighty ocean waves
nothing rhymes with potato

I write about the life
I write about the sonnet
that i listened back the days but
nothing rhymes with potato

There is a clue to the blue
the blow to the show
A lazy to the Crazy but
nothing rhymes with Potato

And then I see a Tomato
Shiny, red and Fresh
I am happy that finally
something rhymes with the Potato!

Swim To Glory!

"HOPE"...... four small words but one big responsibility. If only dreams were an indication of a distant future I would never strive to live again for its the competition and thirst for some certain victory that derives my survival factor...


The light was dull
yet the dream was full
The wait was Long
just like a Good Song.

She seeks her goals
like a predator
She can see her victory in dark
like an owl

This was the day she waited
ever since she believed
This was the moment she saw
in her half conquered dream.

The stage was set
The dream was real
The moment of anxiety
was that to fail...


This small poem dedicated to "Jazz" and hopes she finishes the remaining part of the poetry through her happy words! All the best & yeah on this note HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU..................

In pursuit of life

There are stuffs we do,
Only to mock us;
There are Games we play,
Only to hurt us.

We love with passion & intensity,
& we hate the same way.
We laugh till the eyes are in tears,
& cry with Sadness the same way.
We travel far in pursuit of knowledge,
& yet we are ignorant in a way.

These are the things we do,
to be happy in our lives.
These are the way we fight,
to be good to ourselves.

When the Rains Come down

Hello everyone. people have been wondering and asking me why most of my posts are dark oriented. Well life's never a happy ending times of our lives we seem to give ourselves a reality check. This is the world we live in. Dark, Lively, Happiness, Sad all forms a cycle of life. 

Rains on the other hand always catches my imagination. the clouds are dark above but they bring immense Joy into people's life. Just tried to wrote what came in mind when I see the rains coming down. 

                                                 Captured on a Fine Rainy Afternoon

On a dull Monday Afternoon
the trees Starts moving violently
the breeze is almost fierce
I see the rains coming down.

I see umbrellas everywhere
people running towards shelter
but how I wish I could dance
When the rains come down.

The sky is now almost dark
the roads are almost flooded
the surroundings is getting cooler
When the rains come down.

The Seconds turn to Minutes
and the minutes to hours
how I wish the time freezes
When the rains come down.

People get matured and turn old
people live and then die untold
If somehow I could be child again

When the rains come down.

When the Darkness crept In

I see darkness everywhere around me

Not a single ray of light

Not a Single person in sight

I feel numbness all around me

                                                                    Source: Google Images

The room's acting strange

There isn't any bed, window or a secret door

No way in, No way out

The room is silent, scary & dark..

I walk around and i reach nowhere

I run around I reach nowhere

is there none to exist

in this dark space of nothingness

Darkness holds me tight 

Like a lover holds his love

Darkness wraps me around

Like a blanket to keep me warm

Oh this Place is Silent

Just like a graveyard

Oh this place is silent

Even when I shout

Have I done something wrong

Did i make someone mad

Did I hurt Someone

Why did I deserve to be here

Will I ever see my friends again

Will I be able to say how much I love her

Will I be able to hug my pillow again

Will I ever watch those sunrise again

And then I hear her voice

There I felt her Foot Steps

But she want to avoid me
she doesn't even want to talk to me

I want to shout to call her back

To promise not to leave her forever

I don't want to be alone

I don't want to live without her

And then I hear my friends

They want to tell me something

They are slowly coming in nearby

Giving a signal to make me happy

I hear Shouting "Wake Up, Wake up"

But I ain't sleeping 

The world around me is collapsing

And I thought is the end near?

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I see green leaves everywhere

The morning coffee tastes sweet

I see love, care and affection to realize

Reality is always sweeter than the dreams

And it Rained...

Sometimes all rain can bring to someone's mind is A vision of relationship you had, U might have or you currently have!! Sitting by the window seeing the rains falling down and I thought Something weird, something more of a question which is not yet answered and as the rains got harder the quest to find an answer to the question becomes more easier!! yes its true sometime simple things are enough to find answers to complex Questions....

And of late, this poetic bug in me has bite me hard!! So a poem dedicated to rain or a Rain which I dedicate to this poem...Any way which helps me sleep in Peace!

Like A rain
You are always waited
Your absence can kill me
Your Presence ignites me
Your effect has the power to destroy

Before It Rains
I eagerly await you
Just like those crops and the famine lands
And I knew you would wash away
Of all my tiredness & loneliness

When it Rains
Reminds me of those Hideouts
we look to stay away
And yet I Pray
That this rain never stops

After It rains
I know It ain't over
I will see you soon
You leave your mark
Like the smells of the ground

Colors---The Way of Life

Colors..... What beautiful way could be to describe one's life in Colors. A mixture of fun, excitement, denial, anger, Happiness, Sorrow! Like every painting has a meaning of its own why Cant we define a life through a splash of color. So what new am i doing here today. I just want to find out if i could just describe the way we live, the way we think, the way we exist through colors. So lets paint the canvas of this page with some rich color's and see the way we live with it.

                                                             Source: Google Images

RED:

For all things that hurt me
Every lame excuse that annoy me
For all times I screamed at you
For each roses I showered on you
For each Occasion that makes me Mad
For every Parting that makes me Sad
For every sound that followed after silence
For every time I bear her nuisance
For every Article that makes me think
for those Wonderful lips where i Sink

BLUE:

For those countless Monday Mornings blues
For those countless Clear Mornings blues
Like the gloaming eyes of a new born child say
You were like the feeling of spring in May
For those Magical Moments we had Together
For those Lovely evenings we spent together
Times when I go to beach on a lonely day
Thinking of Happy times we spent Every day
Every time I saw you going away from me
Every time I thought You were too good for me


BLACK:

Every time I saw theater's gone dark
Every time I see a person walking by
Every time I think of Papers getting Burnt
Every time I thought my heart's getting burnt
For the sunsets we watched together
For the days we missed being together
Every Night which promised Light Quickly
Every Farewell which Promised a meeting Quickly
Like the Tower in the Sky far from sight
U held my Hand forever and ever so Tight

PINK:

For the Color of your cheeks
For the Days of the weeks
For the Times we kissed
For the days we missed
For the days which were good
For every ground we stood
For the Splash of pink
For seeing her wink
For the love we had
For the Passion we had



There are at times when we feel ourselves closer to the creator (Not that I believe in him or I am an atheist). Emotions always accounts for a bigger perspective to make things easy for us. For every thing good there is an exact opposite entity created. For days there are nights, for Light there's dark, for happiness there is sorrow, for a matter there's an antimatter. So lets relish the wonderful moments and accept the negativity that comes our way in a positive way! Cheers to life, Cheers for the wonderful color's we have in our life

P.S: The poetry above is not a personification of my emotions ya feelings. Any resemblance of the above poem to me is purely fictional!

Counting in "DAYS"!!!!

The time when i post this blog i am 8459 + days old.


i have learnt this beautiful way of expressing my life. A day comes in a natural cycle. filled with a morning, noon and night which makes it a cycle. i have survived, lived and learnt something new in 8459 cycles of life.

if i remember it would be easy for me to recall incidents happening in days rather i can think of all those occurings in year.

Also it is good when i see that i have lived 8459 days rather than say 23 yrs. i could plan ahead in days and have a thinking that i still have 1000 more days and 1000 more oppurtunities lie ahead. never should i feel low for any wrong i do today thinking that there is tomorrow and i would reckon a chance to do something afresh tomorrow.


i've never been good enough to write a poetry but still i am writing this depicting the beautiful nature of my life

                           
I've seen the life in months and days
i've lived the life in my own ways
i've been bright like the sun rays
i've been living life with the gainsays 


life's been dramatic like stage screenplays
life's been thrilling like the swordplays
life's gave me path like the highways
life's gave me lessons like the failed essays


Strange is the way how life plays
but still i lean and prays
of all those miserable yesterdays
i still look forward to a good today


there has been many joyous birthdays
there has been sad part ways
whatever be the halt and delays
i have lived life each and every day





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