Transition

A naive little girl came to the big city, a little sceptical of the culture and a little scared of the people.

She had huge dreams, tossing away every night in her bed back home she could envisage countless miracles that would eventually happen in her world.

She came with millions of stars in her eyes, never knowing they were too small to hold such a heavy burden all by themselves,not at that very moment at least.

And because she came all by herself severing all those bondages that she once cherished, believing that each and every dream demanded a sacrifice, she sought no assistance no hand to hold her through

Willingly she embraced the ocean of diversity , multitude of colours and the scent of success in the air,for the first time ever did she realize this was the place she was meant to be.

The city if you know is as relentless as an angry wave to a storm stuck boat, wearily lonesome to a stranger's heart.

But eventually it gets in your blood somehow and before you realize how potent this addiction could be, it slams down all doors leaving you in vacuum with the shards of of the memory you were before to clutch on.

She learnt the ways of a street smart training herself to sit and mingle with the hoity-toity, still a small towner at heart with Goliath dreams.

Alas! she could train and tame her mind but could never do the same for her heart

maybe because the remnants of her past shadowed every step she took, or maybe its important to bury all the skeletons before you lay a new foundation.

Whatever the reasons might have been she was her own counsellor her own institution and when needed her own stick.

Needless to tell you further she broke not once but a countless number of times as many her dreams were,

Fragility comes in strange packages giving people the pseudo masochist strength to fight on fearing in their deepest hearts; one stroke and they will eventually succumb.

This girl that i am talking about had nothing extraordinary, just her beliefs that were anything but ordinary.

So end of the story; she survived the tempest and emerged alive more than ever

wanna know why? ??

The city turned this fragile child into a woman of the world, she at last conquered her conqueror!

a derelict memory

a derelict memory

weeds had sprung up between the cobbled mazes of the memories once unbound,
that distant crumbling mansion of my dreams, that shattered roof over the overgrown yard
steps that lead to nothing but damp and decay.
What happened to those doors i had completely and utterly shut, turned my back upon..repressed and restrained of that intensity all the efforts to emotional celibacy,
all gone in vain!
One stroke of luck and all strength bites the dust,
not proud to be in the same league if u know what i mean but somethings are doomed to happen.
The dust in my eyes washed away by the unsung wonders of your touch, destructive as hell.
lying tormented by the shrouds of past i am awake weary , hurting , needing...yes needing that searing poison of euphoria once again.
Many a nights i wake up groping in dark for the warmth yet again stopped by the shadow of rejection, still restless still hungry.
Exorcise these derelict memories out of me, to lead a life of a saint is better than that of a perpetually agonized societal trophy.
Behind every cynic lies a wounded.....

randomness

Love is a state of absolute madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Belive me falling in love is easy, as simple as breathing, keeping it for life takes all your guts.This I learnt from that person who inspired the lines above.

once someone asked me to define love, I said I am still learning.

I wrote.

Raindrops pelting on my window pane,

damp is the earth today,
musty smell rising up swirling, embracing, consuming all its bearers.
lying on your chest i wrote a song, penning down the words on your finger tips,
my toes still curl up reminiscing the ecstasy i felt.
i wrote about the strong arms that held me tight, which once made me feel at home..
i wrote about the grandeur in my hands, little i knew it wasn't mine..
i wrote about that small mole and the crinkle of your eyes..
i wrote about your caramel coloured beauty ...i wrote.
i dint' have a pen i still wrote on
a song about us,
about the multitude of memories you left me with,
unrequited desires unquoted thoughts and all the nights i knew i would ache for you.
i dint have a pen i still wrote.
your touch burning traces on my skin, a moan escaped my lips and then it was pure sweet fire..my lips touched you for the last time.
i wrote a song!

death

why is it so dead?

stillness all around me

voices screaming inside all around me.

Haunted by memories n faces

this night is a night of the living dead

Didn't i hear u speak softly????

i was lost in the illusions in my head

i was selfish

i was dammed

This is my way my life now

This barren lifeless ground freezing the life running thru my veins

feelings gone numb

so cold so lonesome

this night i have dammed my self

n i finally let go.....

zombie

when u'r dreaming with a broken heart,giving it up is the hardest part.

such dreamers live in a fools paradise don Quixote of the real world ,walking with their heads held high n eyes on the clouds 6 feet above the ground.

they say its important to rise high in life,

i say its more important to have a bad fall ,because thts when u realise the distance u gotta cover to be up there.

No ammount of writing poetry n reading p.s i love u will bring those goneby moments,thrs just once in life n nxt moment its gone.pick up the pieces,

forget tht smile n the way they close their eyes, the smell of their perfume,forget the look in their eyes whn u thot tht they really meant it.

forget everything but nvr forget to dream ,cuz broken hearts can be mended but not a broken vision...

life's fear

fear is what that hits you when you are down and crushed,
fear is what hits you when the world is throwing stones at u,
fear is what becomes your security blanket when this society alienates you,
fear before u speak your mind,
fear before you live the way u want,
fear the system n the societal pundits,
fear these social norms and so called etiquettes,
fear is so ingrained in out culture and mindsets that now we fear to let go of theses fears so as not to become a social outcast ,
boycott such norms that make u inhuman in the facade of making you a better citizen,
pseudo realism is what this culture expects then i boycott the culture too,
coz i refuse to live in fear of being what i was born to be, free!