The Tragedy Of Thoughts

Thoughts!
Falling on the head
Like fierce raindrops.
Totally unafraid
Like a slinky on the top.

Thoughts!
Travelling to and fro
From molecules to the space.
Taking intricate snapshots
From place to place.

Thoughts!
Waiting to reveal
The stories unearthed.
Like an innocent child
With an unending thirst.

But the master!
He closes all the windows
To shield the child?
And then makes silly innuendos
Keeping those stories mild.
The innocent screams
Become mannered talks.
And the child tamed as a captive.
Well! That’s the way people flock.

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Club Silencio

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Up raised the hands
Which was all I could see
The baton was shivering
As if curious to know the key

And then came the clarinet
With its poignant piece
The sax & the trumpet
Elevated the vivid caprice.

The floating notes
Channeled in towards me
As if being sucked in
By the “barren sea”

The lost soul had found the pitch,
As the words started to mould in
Eyes closed, hypnotised
I had totally synced in.

Suddenly a devilish echo filled the room
As the beat abruptly stopped.
And there was the draped horseman hitting again
Shining his double edged sword.

Terrorised, I turned back
And no soul, no podium was in sight.
In their place, lied the endless desert,
Spewing fire like a dragon in plight.

And there was the placard
With something written in blood red.
My feet riveted, soul stupefied,
As my lips read –

“Life is a labyrinth
Everything is a propaganda
‘Cause deep down you know,
No hay banda!”

Inspired by – Franz Kafka & David Lynch.

The Waiting

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There was fall in my mind,
As I picked up the autumn leaves.
And I kept on walking,
Amidst the naive breeze.

The birds, they cawed,
As if they knew the routine.
And there she was,
And that countenance keen

The attire that once swept my heart,
Was a broken soul like the nonchalant air.
Still the fighter managed to smile
As if she was sure I was there.

Thousand words were left unspoken
But that gaze, it exhaled life.
With eager eyes I looked at her
But she went right ahead without a strife

My reluctant thoughts were sure this was it,
As she folded the satin in a crease,
And dropped it just beside the stone,
That said “Rest In Peace”.

The fall ended as autumn dawned in.
But there was no sorrow.
‘Cause I knew,
There will again be a fall, tomorrow.

The Dark Castle

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While strolling in the jungles of my mind,
A beautiful castle I designed.
A surreal ambiance with conspicuous lights
Rescued me from the daily freights.

Each moment in the castle was golden.
I, me and myself were emboldened.
We would lock the castle from the insides
And embark upon some pretty wild rides.

Each thought was about the castle.
Each day was without a wrestle.
The castle was my four leaf clover.
As the hard times were finally over.

But one day, the sun began to set.
And my cells began to fret.
Since they had breathed the “holy” air,
They just didn’t seem to care.

Helpless, I locked myself inside the castle
Each moment brought greater hassle.
Me and myself went different ways
And I was left alone in the sadist haze.

I used to scream desperately.
But it would just echo back and pierce me.
The cries and tears were of no avail.
‘Cause even the air had been veiled.

With my limited senses, I planned escape.
But the key was lost and the ceilings taped.
Finally, I mustered courage and broke the walls.
There I was, recovering from the fatal fall.

Days were hard and relationships awful.
Like a pariah, I was deemed unlawful.
Me and myself were done with their muse.
‘Cause I was recovering which was the best news.
Eventually, I learnt to love the wrestle.
‘Cause I knew there was never a beautiful castle.

One Lovely Blog Award!! : Thank You

Hello everybody. I hope everything’s awesome. It is a real pleasure to be awarded the “One Lovely Blog Award!!” by this super talented blogger Krati Arora who paints life using words. For me, every post on her blog adds another new word to my dictionary. Do visit her blog, for you should not miss something like this. Thank you so much for the nomination, Krati. 🙂

So, I need to state 7 things about myself. Though, I’ve already mentioned similar stuff on a different post, I’ll do it again and will try not to repeat stuff. I hope I don’t bore you (Fingers Crossed).

  1. I have recently started cooking just out of necessity, and I think I’ve got kind of good at it. One thing’s for certain :- I enjoy cooking now as it gives me ample opportunity to experiment! 😛
  2. I have watched thousands of movies till date (hollywood+bollywood+”otherwood’s”) but I haven’t watched “Sholay” yet. I know, I know!!
  3. I consider myself a “Jack of all trades and master of none”. Seriously!
  4. Most of the times I write, I end up writing something I hadn’t planned because there are n number of things going on my mind in one moment (where n approaches infinity) 😛
  5. I love bubble wraps so much that it is the main reason why I started buying books online. I realized later that they are cheaper online (most of the time). Weird, isn’t it?
  6. I was one of the most awkward kids at school, often sleeping in classes and getting punished.
  7. I want to see Kerala, Kashmir & Pakistan before I die. There are other places too, but these are at the top.

These were 7 random facts about me. I hope you enjoyed the post because I did. It was really fun writing this. Now, I need to nominate people, which I can’t do. So, I nominate everyone who is reading this post. Do it because you’ll definitely enjoy it.

Here are the rules:-

  • Write a post to accept this nomination.
  • Thank the person who nominated you and mention their blog link.
  • List 7 things about yourself.
  • Mention the links of the blogs you further nominate.
  • Notify the recipients of their award.
  • Post these rules again.

Waiting for the answers. Thank you so much. Be safe and have fun!! 🙂

The Unexpected

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Caffeine, nicotine and a heavy mind
Took me up towards the skylines.
97 steps climbed in full pleasure.
The breeze was still, but enjoyed in leisure.
The stars seemed to mock the nutcase.
But my rock steady legs left the base.

4th floor passed by and it felt great.
The cool wind was loving me,
And I reciprocated the emotions duly.
3rd floor and a loss of weight.
Thank you God for the beautiful days,
From the quizzing to the musical phase.

2nd floor and the ground was near.
Forgive me mom, Forgive me dad.
For your son was a broken lad.
1st floor and there was no fear.
With an unperturbed guise,
I was about to close my eyes.

But, the ground suddenly ripped apart.
And a galore of creepy snakes took its place,
With shining fangs, ready to leave no trace.
Horror had kissed me like a poisoned dart.
My rock steady legs were moving in a trance.
From the ugly grip of terror, I woke up, still in trance.

Wiping off the sweat, I asked Him
“Of so many minions, Why snakes?”
Came the fitting reply,
“Because it was unexpected.
And it’s the unexpected,
That acts as a drive,
Which keeps one alive.”

My Tattered Shoes

I was given a pair of shoes as a gift.
For me, they were a perfect fit.
A new found happiness for a child unrestrained,
Rejoicing and dancing, as if heavens just rained.

Adorned they were by a few holes in them,
From where the colors of sunshine peeped in.
Uncomely they were for the eyes outside.
But for me, they were nothing less than true pride.

I could walk anyway I wanted
Ebullient, I was the least daunted.
But those shoes, they defied society’s yardstick.
And so I discarded them for a “fancy” pick.

I walked the way I was taught.
Even when I was clearly fraught.
My countenance did betray the thoughts within.
But I was not the one to give in.

Following a toy soldier, I tried to stand undefeated.
Carrying the load I was clearly heat treated.
But never did I lose my sangfroid.
Even when I was awfully annoyed.

But now after all these civilized years,
And all these unperturbed tears,
I yearn for those tattered shoes,
Which aptly taught me the ones and twos.

So when you see my composure wail,
Or when my steps are frigid and frail,
Remind me of my tattered shoes,
And I’ll be dancing and singing the blues.
‘Cause I’m sure I can pay all my dues
When I’m truly in my own tattered shoes.