Truth...

I am still drifting to the time of being accused for portraying a lie. Something in my mind still doesn’t allow the shaking of that thought. I wander again and again on to the line that said “Don’t you lie”.  My mind has a sudden urge towards asking that, what is the escalating truth then? 

My intellect is swinging on to the all the times that I had known truth. To all the times that I had sensed the truth beneath the skin of all the false that occurred. I can totally relate to the falseness that can creep amidst the faltering situations, the only way brain reacts to it is to surrender and believe it. I am skeptical if that little thumping thing on the left side of our chest does that. (Call it heart, I don’t quite trust to call it that way but, call it a scream that you do not bother to listen most times).

As I muddle over it, truth appears as the silent sea that has ruffled waves on its surface, and beneath lays a calm core as deep as it can be. Sometimes nurturing all the beings that come to its surface, and sometimes shedding them off towards the deserted shore. The truth pretty much has the face like that of a sea (ruffled surface that you panic to dive in and a calm core that nurtures its dwellers once you gather the courage).  It can either drown you or can let you survive.  It is all that casts ekistics amidst all the loathing and yet is as perennial as love.

I am no judge here I believe and neither are the survivors like me. But my sanity lies in realizing what dwells inside the agonizing soul.

Like the sand and the sea,  

The silver moon and the starry night,

The river and the shrine,

It stands tall and divine.

There is no truth that lays its face in between the lines of a tattered page, or on the edges of a torn book. It is a notion of complex bearings from the under – verving self. 

So You Think...

So you think, I lie;
As if, I were the fake jam on pie.
I wonder about your thoughts;
As if, I were the one in droughts.
You display the agony around;
As if, I were the shallow ground.

So you think, you can hide;
As if, I were the shell of your pride.
I wonder about your disseminations into me;
As if, I were the endless sea.
You display the love around;
As if, I were the only one to be bound.

P.S.  I am super angry and I am purely venting out what's on my mind. Also, I am trying the rhyming style of poetry for the first time. Forgive me, if I am running into something stupid. I am super super PISSED :( :(

I do not know

Just watched the film The Lake House, felt like rewriting few lines once again that I had written someday ...

Soon I shall be gone, 
Gone forever, 
To the distant lands. 

You shall turn upto hopes ,

And seek it all the way through the tears... 

And you shall know ONCE there WAS a way out.

Humming:

Rainbow

Driving on the lane,

To the way back home,

In the day’s end,

At the road’s end,

I saw some colors,

Husking and crowning,

Through the clear blue sky,

Following the heavens road,

Lulled were the passers by,

So was I.

I saw some light, I saw a path,

I saw a traveler, I saw a Journey.

I saw a Rainbow, I saw a Rainbow.

P.S. I clicked this photo whilst driving the car on S.G Road. I was mesmerized by the charisma of those colors and couldn't control to click the photo of such a beauty. I know I should have had the right equipment, but just a mobile click unfortunately.... :( . I love rains, I love the smell of fresh rain and the wet soil, I love the Rainbows, I love life :) Blessed!!

Last Night...

Last night through the gleaming darkness,
I saw some light at my window,
The radiance had your mystique,
I recall, I saw your face;
You were happy,
You were calm,
You were serene.
I thought you arrived.
I thought you saw me through,
Aghast, it were distant land shadows.



Last night through the emerging dusk of melody,
I heard a song by my bed,
The rhyme had your charm,
I recall, I heard you singing;
You were happy,
You were calm,
You were serene,
I thought you arrived.
I thought you heard my cries through,
Aghast, it were distant land hums.

The day when none could find her...

This post is dedicated to Blogadda contest and Pringoo.

Through the dusk of time, I had wished and willed.
If I could swap with the time to the world where none finds me.
If I could just lay as a mere name in some lame book records.
If I could live the day of my wishes.
The day came when the dear Lord answered.

I were close, I were free to the day of my life.
I were veiled and I were to be heard.

I salvaged on to her, she is Akanshaa, My dream dweller.
A living dichotomy strolling in.
She gazed through the mirror deep into my eyes and smirked.
As if mocking at the world. Its my time now, She said.

She scorned to the life of those petite.
For they needed abode amidst all the snarls.
She robbed and stole the wraths.
Tattered all the grays that lay by that black ink.
Moved on to the hobos that dwelled and passed by and by everyday.
She enclosed the whites within the grays into that bowl that lay by him.
He smiled and looked up to unknown as if the lord were there.
She smiled.

She vexed to the life of those maimed.
For they needed hand when none raised their hands to their paths.
She drove through the road and stopped by them but, else none.
They rose by freely and sat, for none were there to clutch.
She rode the beholden, as journey to the heaven had to be known.
They all smiled and looked up to the none as if the lord were there.
She Smiled.

She moved to the life of an abandoned mother's child.
For the urge they bore to learn and obliterate the long lost privileges.
She wrenched on to the obese bags of opulents.
Lay them back to the carvers cave, for those were the deserved ones.
They stood up to read aloud as the letters regained senses to become words.
They smiled and looked for none as if the lord were there.
She Smiled.

The day ended as she rested by the soul's grave, for the smiles that had enlivened it to me.

The world where I stand has millions of deeds left unpaid, uncared and un-nurtured. If only I could pay them all and make those cringed ones rest in peace. If I were to elope for a day I would dedicate it to the world. 


There was lots to say, Thank You Blogadda for this topic. It was a long lost poetry that gained its words through this post. (My Blogadda Link)
Pringoo Image:

My life of being a Seeker

I was watching this advert on Star Plus about My Name Is Khan. The scene flashed Shahrukh Khan standing in the middle of the road holding a sign board which said "Repair Almost Anything". A sudden chill passed on to my body, as if my heart skipped a beat for a second. I know what that feeling was, there was an ailing ache in my chest. This cringing feeling that has been following me lately.

Emptiness is the word that I can probably define it with. I am quite new to this feeling but vaguely I know it. Honestly, I am not upset with any circumstances of life. I am sailing the smooth course. But from the road where I stand I see what atrocities of time gradually and successfully seeped into me. I am different than what I was. The nonchalant, innocent, impatient, fluttery and bait casting parts of me faded in the sands of time and enfolded a new individual into me. Resilient, Empty, Patient, Silent, Understanding, Acceptive and last but not the least I am still dreamy as always I was. I am still lost into some unknown world as always I was. Surely laughter got converted into the unruly smiles. But I like it. :)

I absolutely marvel what time always has to enclose within itself. Had close experiences of various friends too. Never had expected I could be roped too. I had fled from home earlier and then from India in search of Life. I got it.  I lived it. I enjoyed it. I was content. I came back to achieve a bigger goal than what I had earlier. Peace, Solace and Solitude. I experienced it for a while but then it was surely not permanent one.

I am still seeking it.
Am I going to be a seeker all my life?
Is everyone a seeker like me?
I do not know.
I will have answers some day.
I know.

Humming: