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Need advice and opinion!

Okay, so how does actually self publishing works?Its that hard,right?I really want to learn the ways through which I could reach out more people with respect to my self-published poetry book.

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Besides what are the advantages of having a domain on wordpress?Besides the wonderous plugins that I know,what else is paramount about it??

Don’t forget to check out my book and drop you valuable opinions about the self publishing work.!

With a pinch of faith.

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Hush you grey clouds,

today the waters shall abate,

like a thunder you say,vapid butterflies

shall fly away

free from the earth

somewhere they make merry

Hush you insensate emotions

my sweet canvass awaits for me

with some bubbles of faith,

and some roses of hope

I shall re-colour you grey cloud,

with the deepest of pure tremor.



 

If..it’s Blank?..

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The bottom and the rim of my heart is blank,

no tides or waves..

not even monsoon peeps the heart,

the conjectures doesn’t smell fresh,

name it stale,

name it hideous,

nothing alluring,

like it’s all plain,

and black.

The high spirits,still linger,

through the dark holes,

through the black lines,

only to know,

will the blankness still persist more.


 

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.



 

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.

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.



 

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.



 

The great Rise.

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I got rust all over my naked body,with all the hatred people gave me,wounds made their way in my soul, throughout my entire palpitating heartbeat.

For all these years I took your abhorrent word,my stars really never stopped flickering for me;

I am raw,I am the foundation,society said the heinous words in the times of profound acquaintance,

You polish my soul more and more,make me shine like a diamond-ring,

Rub me harder with your obnoxious ways,and I shall rise in the most splendid way.



 

Lost Light..

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How deep I need to go to bring my paintings of heart,

how splendid should I be,to make you laugh,

I giggled and beamed to show you the light,

the light that fizzled out for you,

Wasn’t I keeping you warm,attainable,

suddenly,

cold breeze is speaking to me,destroying once blooming petals of heart,

here I am,shivering once again.



Your magic.

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The torments of my worries,the conjecture of my peace get beautifully woven when your hands hold my waist.The tiny droplets in the sky seems like a river,a gushing river with the tales to tell in my ear.Your magical preludes exist all in the air,with sparks and glitters.My tears are vividly kissed by your mesmerizing lips,so tender and fragile the moment becomes like the newly offspring to the mother.The astounding moment when you spread your magic all over me is like the various exuberant colours of a bird’s wing,when opened one can see all the possible passion for life.You,my dear soul has the equivalent charm..a charm so unbroken and fresh that my heart holds it,preserves it and kisses it with the anew vigour.

The land that you have woven for me,the words that you comforted me with are like addiction now.I am so much into it,living in you..like other half,oh yes you and you magic shimmer my eye like the pixie dust.Your horizon is wide as sky and the beauty in it is my home,my peace.