Monthly Archives: April 2017

She…

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She stood in utter elegance,so bright and valiant;

she wore courage like diamond,solitude like the pearl embraced,

How remarkably she used her words,no foul manners,yet substantial posture.

Like tall trees,stood her vigorous thoughts,no plain emotions yet the truth spoke.

She was now,a lost dust..somewhere in the air,

Still,ravishing was her spark,unshaken…indomitable.

For everything shall have me.

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Much crimson shades exists,

reverie of music dream like stunts,

Here I go,only to know,the zigzags of this era holds my breaths,

Brush harder and see,shake a twig,

remove the filth,

adore the formation,

as I move ahead,

casting the shadow,

through the words I eat,

like the ultimate breakfast,

I create and create,

the unflagging shakes.



 

What we create together.

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Sweats from our touch is like the seraphic music,

you hear it and take it all in,like the holy waters.

This thumping of my heart against your chest,gives

the shakes to the neighbours.My eyelid is heavy,

my lipstick is off,you nibbled my fears,anxiety.

Like the mist,I got into you..you will to discover me,

see the reflection,then come and pat your heart,

I reside in there,open the knots,

the ties,

see the caricature in you,

The subsistence will grow harder,like parasite.

The quench will remain rapacious.

The thunder will rock our hearts,altogether,

forever,

Creating paradises to follow,

creating connotations of unfathomable desire.

I will soak into you,

bit by bit,

the level shall rise,over-rated it may be,

The smell of your chest gives the chill like the moon and the sun,

you make me,create me,

Like musical chords,

I hear you.

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Shapes and Patterns.

 

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Come,oh you the greatest creature,

do the art,the best shapes you know,

draw the lines

vertical,horizontal

create the patters,round and round

do not fear,soak in your charm

like the benign sayings,go there.

take a turn,hold the flower,drink the dews on it

do not fear,soak in your glitter

break the web,clean the mess

rub your wounds,enjoy the brutality

splash colours on yourself,

oh yes red,

oh yes black,

begin with dots,then join the lines

untill patterns formed,

oh yes you the greatest creature,

remove the shield.

Yes discover the patterns

to create your own.

The love for ink.

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Tell me the ways in which I can colour my canvas more?My hands quiver and my heart palpitates further.The thirst remains unsatisfied,after embellishing my writing canvas with umpteen colours,is there a colour lacking still?I wrote with black and then with red,sometimes in vain and often in zeal.The paradox of learning the art still invigorates my very will.Oh how I loved the beautiful inks,the various synonyms for each emotion..sometimes fragile and sometimes sturdy. 

More and more I feel connected to my canvas,the beauty in it is indeed in my system,like the  art of addiction,yet not compulsion.The words and writings explain my deepest colour,oh do have you discovered yours yet?Go deep and dig further,till the ink explains your piece of earth in which you live.Is mud your thing or the valiant,bright flower?

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Your part of Lie.

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There are moments,when your heart stops responding.Moments when you hate the mere faces you see around,specially the masked one.The feeling is intense when the emotions you have finds no partner for love-making,or to be heard.Like a twig that falls from a tree but nobody cared enough or picked it up,healed it.That twig is all stale and just lying nearby its parent tree..Yes it actually happens.

I feel it.Like things choking and not coming back to me.Suffocating it might be.For sure it is profound.

I question my existence is a reality or a myth for my thoughts seem myths to other.So what better I become now?A myth yet again?Perplexing conjecture become the hard,raw truth at times..you see it and don’t want to accept it… yet you know,there it is..your part of lie.Sore and naked.



 

Waves and sunshine.

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How obnoxious our minds get at times,when our stomach aches nothing but pain,how crucial life gets to see a turbulence in our entire mind.Emotions get wrapped up as a package of miseries,unspoken hate and more worries.Those time takes us back to square one,where the roads once were bruised just like our heart.The soreness bites our little grinning thoughts that might have appeared through our smile,yes,it happens.

What do we do next?

There have been desolations since centuries after bloodshed,wars and this time the havoc comes when the peace in our heart is blacked out just like the charcoal.The brutality of times can never be said,there shall come,kill your innocuous soul and move on,it’s us who needs to erase the past,the past of hatred…the past of scratches,for there comes a beaming sunshine and a splendid view that shall scintillate our heartbeat and give us that bounce and once stolen thunder.

And my dear,that beam is still in you so sparkle more and unravel your solitude once again.



I Am, All That.

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Like knife,I appear

sharp-edged,brutal,

so uncoil me only to see

million of stars hidden within

Like an insipid soul I become

so unwrap me

only to see a cryptic haze of dainty-like rose petals

Like unfathomable dust,unclear

I become.

So rekindle me,ignite me with 

meticulous storm

and then you shall see

how unflinching,

transparent ,

I am.