BANALITY

Banality

 

I looked through the pores of city lights

Found none but mystery

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

I vexed few lines of charcoal

Pushed them harsh

achieve no grace

Few travel bugs and enthusiasts

Came with songs of reckless praise

to oblique me and bring me sultry

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

Clout of light is concubine of dark

Where dark is a patient riddle

riddles are born on gutters of street

beneath stripped flesh of reality

I longed for a friend in empty crowds

Truthful and viscous essentially

Could only find frames without a shadow

Endangered heart with mucous of banality

Some voices said some eyes unheard

And ‘their’ faces gloom to treachery

 

 

 

ABIDING

Abiding!

 

That silence in her

Pushed a clot of blood in me

Knocking the inner voices

Palpable only to the contrite self.

Rubbing the dryness in her eyes

A solemn me argued

I shall be the shore to your flow

Damp and precise

Till the limit of being timeless

And beyond

….. A Famous Fantasy

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When wicked emotions

brushes the pulp of my heart

Taking the taste of

that sickening saline flavour

poison

and the name chants despondency

Fickling the vicious saint in me

sodomizing the end, to be anxious of

the momentarily struggle, that seems

forever

Licking the thickened walls of my eardrums

Sweltering the sheet of my nerves

Beholding to heel myself penultimate

perhaps on a famous fantasy called

LOVE

Young And Beautiful

Y&B

I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

P.S.  Excerpts from a Lana Del Rey’s song

WHY SO SERIOUS ?

With time I have realized that war heroes matter to people only till the time of war. Goodness in men is left under the bridge till we encounter an evil. A villain will fascinate us till he hasn’t turned his face upon & preyed us. We are poisoning goodness, the more we get accustomed of being normal to hate.

 

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What the Joker has to say :

“As you know, madness is like gravity…all it takes is a little push.”

“Nobody panics when things go “according to plan”. Even if the plan is horrifying!”

“If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”

“Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it’s easier than explaining what is killing you inside.”

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.”

Sunshine Blogger Award

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Firstly apologies for being so late on this one too 😛 was a bit occupied.

This came from a very charming friend of mine, Aditi of (‘KALKAARI’ ).I have no qualms to say that she is one of the most creative person I know, very diligent and focused. Do check her place and U won’t be disappointed.

 

RULES FOR THIS AWARD :

  1. Answer the 11 questions from the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Nominate some wonderful bloggers and write 11 questions for them to answer.

 

My answers to the questions:

 

  1. Explain an innovative way of pronouncing your name.

Well, I pass this on to Aditi, I have this firm belief she will definitely put her creative driven self to pronounce my name majestically.

For my sake,

‘What’s in the name?’ …any pronunciation will only lead to me.

 

  1. What are you most passionate about and why?

Intrinsically m passionate about things that don’t matter to people around me or even if they do, it would be meekly.                                                                                                                  Things like spending days with a blunt pencil to bring out an ocular sketch or writing devoutly in a deep night and sleeping the next morning or the peculiar ways I strum my guitar. From being an observant movie watcher to a poetry fanatic or lurking on my dreams.

                                                                                                                              

  1. How did the idea of ‘blogging ‘come to you?

I heard that people blogs their hearts out by many, but I wasn’t sure or rather apprehensive about blogging initially. Then on one given day I just did all by myself and I liked it, it gave me peace.

 

  1. What inspires you every day?

My inspirations are not very particular, they depends on my mood swings.

 

  1. What is the meaning of life to you?

I consider myself to be too incognizant to answer that, perhaps the quest to find this answer is the meaning of life.

But certainly if I can make people happy, be good, can make them feel good is worth living…..because- ‘Either you do things worth writing or write things worth reading’ is the only way you’ll be remembered after.

 

  1. Would you race with me?

Where are you, still tying up shoe laces? I am at the race track….hurry up now.

 

  1. A date at a fine dining restaurant or a date beneath the stars?

Beneath the stars for sure, beside a calm, soothing lake which can reflect the shine of the moon & stars and illuminate our faces and bless our feelings, and a cool mild breeze to flirt with us assiduously.

 

  1. What makes you happy?

A great poem or book, laughing kids, seductive art piece, strong breeze, a dreaming woman, a thoughtful man, chirping birds, a ground with a game, progressive solitude and coffee.  Making people laugh or listening to the dreams of the old.

 

  1. What is the meaning of sunshine to you?

Sunshine means ‘belief’ to me. Belief in the existence of good and optimism. Belief that the tiredness of the world could be hung up some day. Belief that we all are fortunate enough to be blessed in our unique ways. Belief that we can get our soul freed by the touch of love.

 

  1. What do you think about writing?

Writing is harmony to me. Very sacred and turbulent at the same time. It’s like a postern to peace. Where I can be complete me, unaffected by hue n cry, futility and tempestuous of the people around, its my touch of honesty I reckon.

 

  1. What is it that you love to write about the most?

I haven’t thought about it much, but I don’t consider myself as an inspirational writer, I am more of the murkier kind. My mesh of words comes from triviality of life, ambiguous destiny or so called destiny, politeness of love, and my observant blemishes etc.

 

THANK YOU ADITI FOR THIS  😀

 

I would rather like to repeat the same questions, as they are thoughtful enough.

 

1.Explain an innovative way of pronouncing your name.

2.What are you most passionate about and why?

3.How did the idea of ‘blogging ‘come to you?

4.What inspires you everyday?

5.What is the meaning of life to you?

6.Would you race with me?😀

7.A date at a fine dining restaurant or a date beneath the stars?

8.What makes you happy?

9.What is the meaning of sunshine to you?

10.What do you think about writing?

11.What is it that you love to write about the most?

 

NOMINEES  :

This category is open to all the readers who would like to make a pick on these. It would be fun to know 🙂

Smiley Thumb Award

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Well, this came from a very adorable and patient friend of mine Jyotee, who showed great support even to a procrastinator like me….Thank U friend  🙂

Apart from being such a good friend, she is a commendable poetess and even better person, that could be made out of her writing. Check out her work and be sure about it ( https://jyoteeblog.wordpress.com  )

 

The Rules:

  1. Show your cool new award
  2. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  3. Tell us what makes you smile
  4. Select other blogs you would like to give the award to. How many is up to you
  5. Copy and paste the rules

 

What makes me Smile?

I intend on no particular things or adventure to make me smile. I reckon its quite natural to me, from a kid’s exuberation  to old people adoration ….be it fluttering breeze or girls eyes anything will do to make me smile……perhaps m so weak on it 😛

Perhaps we often underestimate the power of a smile, we should all have it because smile, it’s a free therapy.

Stay happy.

 

My nominees:

I would like to take this liberty and make it open to all my fellow readers who believe in smiling 😀

 

 

Out of Sync

Out of Sync

What hails me to continue?

Out of sync

To make hays of dreams in the latent path

Hurled feelings just to come out of some jinx

Traversing to unknown and then back to warren

This polite wind from the mountains temp

And frisking of my heart as that of a lynx

A pact of my soul with unheard vent

The dancing leaves on tunes of the breeze

Trooping on my conceivable session

Making merry to debauch the possession

Brokeback Mountains with their crown of pride

Those chattering rivers and their human link

Mystic scent of the uncanny hope

Warming my soul, my blood and my whole being

This roaming heart blessed with pure feelings

Thrusting to be felt by another pure one

Shielding it from the world until it happens

And happens with the point of no return

All of this comes to me in thresh of a wink

And it all hails me to continue,

Out of sync.

SILENCE SEEKER

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Sometimes I try to dart away from the ductility of time and restraining juxtapose.

How do I try?

I usually take long drives, alone through roads, mostly reticent, begetting the unifying peace and bliss. A drive that is imperative and subtle but immensely cathartic.

I had one yesterday, down a quite path with my favorite music to nurture me. For those who have this comfort, it’s like a silent exclamation in an unusual Narnia. Whenever I do it, I am moreover enveloped in silence, so profound that I’ll take the liberty of calling it sublime. It is one of those things where I can be me, where I can vacate all my inhibitions, all of my perplexity, all of my filth; ponder on almost everything and nothing.

And then I slowed down to gaze abstractly at the stars, wonder at the fortitude of the leaves on a tree, listen to the ambitions of the mighty wind, just to hold up onto something. There shall be no sound but my breath and the flirting breeze.  So that I can be there for ages, only the chirping birds are allowed to shatter this silence, everything else shall be profane. It’s a strange sort of high, not viable to everyone. It is here where I can dissipate my unwanted energy, the awful downers, and the ones I don’t really want to think. Normally it takes longer to get myself into a positive mood, as sometimes I feel like I have a bizarre, mild form of manic depression. Sometimes I’m optimistic and driven, and at other times the apathy is overwhelming. And I am aware; as I always am that I cannot always step into a physical Narnia to escape negativism. But it helps, during times like this when I find myself slowly, but surely, gravitating towards an optimistic mood. It helps me to realize

“You’ll never find a rainbow if you’re looking down”- Charlie Chaplin

Inspiration

Inspiration!
Inspiration!

The more I see this dormant world

Eyes wide open without a twirl

I catch it dark,

and darker it gets

Thee lay on prey without regrets

Scarce is when all people have woven

Cometh an inspiration in name of women

They are high,

They come with dreams

Color of life,

Living on streams

I wonder how they shine so bright

May be

coz of their dreams upright

Waving the air being still on ground

their balloons of dream sway

Without a sound