Peace, the piece of my heart..
Pleasure, in thy love’s art...
Path that knows no thwart,
Plight, in the distance apart,
Pure since the day it starts......
Ravenous is the lust
Racing past the dust..
Real and robust.
,Royal and just...
Reaching for the world so vast.....
Imagination...
Intense passion....
Impregnable ,
immesnsely unforgettable..
Yearning for the love..
Young and fresh-
Yelling to
Yesterday’s dream......
A new day,
Adoring you in a new way
Amid the golden rays...
Amorously today!
Nervous..
Nascent..
Naive...
Noble.
Kisses temptation,
Kindles the passion..
Kneeling nights amaze your ignited rare pleasure!
Ever watched your phone buzz away, the caller being someone you desperately want to talk to at the moment? Try it, I assure, the pain doesn’t hurt that bad. It is just the conflict you have with yourself over the priority of the emotion that’s driving you crazy; you struggle to find out what’s nudging you the most-your wish to talk, your determination to defy your wish, your emptiness, or just the silly reason that’s keeping you from receiving the call!
It’s indeed funny how we walk away from our titbit heartbeats(apart from anyone, they include anything dear to us), leaving behind a few footprints, a few memories, a few bruises, and a plethora of reasons to glance back occasionally. And walking along, we realize, it’s neither the departure, nor the emptiness or pleasure aftermath that matters-it’s just the “happens for good” part of it! And finally, the heartbeats settle in some page of a diary, and if lucky, of a history book.
Why, you do smile with wet eyes when you discard your “favourite childhood skirt” someday; you’ve grown up, you won’t wear it anyway! Parents do send their kids away, and with time, the tears of separation fade away, the child’s success persists! We do leave our beloved behind! And we do move on after the separation!
Certain incidents do ping our lives occasionally, catalyse our emotions tremendously, and then remain “a part of life”.
Life, after all is a stage! It demands to get more and more dramatized! And you come out of the theatre saying, “Well, that was quite a play!”
The murmur of the misty morning-
-Meandering
Through the Parting Pathway-
-Playing
With the Winter Wind,
Welcoming
The Sweet Spring,
Singing
To the teeming tiaras
The Hymn of Happiness...
Then the Summer Sweat
Sprouting
From the faraway farm
Flying
To the autumn aura,
Asking
The Travelling toe,
“May I Meet the mist again?”
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.......................
Whoooosh!
Owing to the stubborn circadian clock incorporated to my system, and the momentary exhaustion of my grey cells, here I am, swimming through the webzilla, trying to find my way to my own fantasies!
At this time of the night, I peep out through my window to feel my senses freezing in the impregnable fog of the serene night. The dusky nuance creates within me an emptiness, an intense void; the silence robs me of my breath. Leaving aside a few sleepless households, most of the lights in the neighbourhood have been turned off(just a matter of fact statement; the fog’s too opaque for one to see if any lights are on, or if any Prince Charming is waiting down some Rapunzel’s window). Occasionally, (though not offensively), one can hear an owl hooting to disturb the nocturnal lull.
It’s the living room of the year; the hopes are still fresh, with a few memories of the yester year still alive. The changes, however, are quite prominent. The books lying on my study table are visibly thicker and more rugged than the last year’s. The previous January was wintry, this January is frosty. While last year I struggled to conclude whether a hearty laugh with my best friends is more important than cuddling my lover verbally, this year, it hardly matters any more.....
What surprises and appeals to me all the time is the peculiarity of life, the dynamicity of its sequences! Give this a try: collect a few random memories of recent past, and collage them into a story. It’s bound to be beautiful! Change the sequence and knit a new pattern, it tells a new story, a different one, a better one! Repeat the exercise, and you end up perceiving few of the best stories in the world. And in the process rediscover the beauty of the time you’ve lived so far, and learn to enjoy the unpredictability of the days yet to come......................................................................................................................................... I do it pretty often; I did it tonight as well. It didn’t work! The pieces of my newest jigsaw puzzle are so identical! There’s no clear picture! It’s all the same, no matter however you assemble it. Physics- textbook- mathematics-notebook- chemistry- guidebook- exams- marks- “Better luck next time”s------------
I tried and rearranged it, and here’s what it turned out to be---- Good luck-exam- oops-a little more perfection-physics-notebook-textbook.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The monotony compels me to drop this form of art for now. My blanket invites me to my bed; I still wish to delay my grand arrival. I wish to travel through the night; to experience the journey.
Because the morning would welcome me with a Physics paper!!!
