Thursday, December 22, 2011

Majestic!

Its your majestic life! All yours!! We are here just to see!!!
But if you move, so shall we.
You are majestic!
You can still advance scratching yourself.
But we shall fly and fall apart.
Oh! Highness!
Its your majestic life! All yours!! We are here just to see!!!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Vampires and the ORANGE SHIRT

Total innocence and a goal high set is what she is. She was preparing for a trail unusual.  She made principles tough! Unlike most others who set their goals a few miles away on the most commonly trodden ways, she dreams a goal and works a way to it, no matter how hard she needs to sweat out to make that one. Circumstances turn sour on her on every step she takes. Believing its only something good that can happen after bad, She smiles. A heavy mask she wears, that seems the defeat for someone against her. Her determination and dedication keep her going.

She almost does anything for her final goal. Amidst all bad luck, she had a new friend who seemed to have understood her very well. Her new friend showed her how he had similar plans for life and how much more they can do by teaming up for a lifetime.


He showed her the bliss in trusting a person and sharing the loads. She, who was always independent, started trusting him. He did things before she could ask him. He could foresee her dreams, knew her flaws, understands her strengths and arranged everything he could for her to have seemingly a cake walk. He told her how love makes him do all this without a second thought. Seeing how much and how beautiful they could fulfill their dreams together, she started loving him. She knew she just needs to be herself to love him and be loved.


She felt she understood his strengths and weakness and supported him to become a better person. It thrilled her and gave a sense of satisfaction when the near and dear said “he has improved a lot being with you” and she knew how supportive he was to her.


Soon they were in love and all the pain would simply drain away when they are together. She was excited to gift him something. And both together choose an “ORANGE SHIRT”. He looked handsome and bright and with all the love he had for her, he bent to hold her in love. She wanted to see the love in his eyes but was too shy to do so.

But he was having the tints of red. He now studied her enough to know how to use her. The gruesome hues started creeping in him. Having drained exhausted her tears, she cried blood. He knew now that he has stirred enough he can leave the soup to boil. She was boiling in the soup of emotions with the violent ingredients of situations. Unable to put herself out, she reached out for help of his family, poor girl did not know she was actually inviting more vampires.

His mother was a highly tactful and proud woman. She was not just proud of being tactful but she knew everyone in her family are equal vampires who nurture the prey before biting off the neck. The best tact they always use with expertise is to cut something deep enough not to entirely tear it but also leave no scope for recovery.
 The vampire shines bright in red after preying on her

The climax is when the entire family feasted in blood and pain. They want more tears and more blood no matter at what cost. She turned into a tear harvesting crop. The minute she has tears, the flock to drink them. Never can they let a tear go….. This vampire family also extended more as he got a new bride. To reap more of her tears and suck more of her blood, he got married wearing the same ORANGE SHIRT she gave.

She has lost all except her breath. She is a soul that can only make gallons of tears. She is the one in his backyard now, the vampire family and extended family feast on. They crushed her bones, killed her vision, hang her with her hair tied up there. The only words she says, as she continues to be a crop of tears are ….

“Orange is the first color on my flag.
Symbol of courage.
Courage for you to be bold and be mine.
I don’t mean the courage for you to run away from me.
Orange means sacrifice.
Its for you to sacrifice for our well being.
Its not for me to sacrifice you….
When I struggle to gauze the glitch you made, don’t stand high on your pitch.
Better not sport it when you choose not to be with me.”

Oh Women out there, please be empathetic to the problems other women face. Please do not encourage or support any man who cheats. Let the fear of loosing something or everything be there in men too. Let them not feel that they can get along no matter what they do. If there is anything that we women can do for all the violence we face, please learn not to tolerate no matter what they pledge. Especially Mothers, it is not motherhood to ruin the lives of girls for your son. Now that you have passed the phase of life doesnt mean you be a vampire on other girl's life!!  

Friday, December 9, 2011

Suicide! Survival!

You should know what your destination is.
Decide who is it you want to tug with.
Kill to live, you cant live without killing is the lesson the forests preach.
What is the use of asking the forest the way to live?
Ending something is normal. Friendship is a dream.
We still try to make friends. Are we our own enemies?
The warriors and the worried feel the same warmth in their mothers lap.
Tears are the same for achievers and beaten.
Nomadism was a thing of the long past.
Fast life is the thing in today.
What different are we than the animals since eras.
We can be an angel; we can even be a demon.
Trying to be something, we have long forgotten to be ourselves.
We can pluck the stars of the sky if we wish to.
We can tear apart the light into colors.

I am totally absorbed into the plot you put.
I am dead the day you killed me.
I am reborn a robot.
Just an instrument that shall work selfless.
An instrument that shall give in itself to do something for others.
An instrument that shall never do anything for itself.
An instrument that wants nothing for itself.
An instrument that can only work when in condition and trashed otherwise.
I want to be an instrument of service to humanity.
If it may need to fight for justice, let me be a tanker in the war field.
Least bothered about my survival shall I fight.
Let me not be a tanker in the showcase.
Let me be of some use please.
Let me at least serve like an instrument rather than living a beast of no use.

Easy going are those who make the choice of a suicide.
Unwise is me still here.
From the dairies of a trauma haunted victim.

Monday, December 5, 2011

My address!! Hope? Or Hopeless?

I live in the lane of sadness
The bricks of helplessness,Cemented with aggressive feelings of fighting for justice.
Plastered with hope to do something selfless but useful.
Tragedies form the roof.
The house exterior is painted the color of bold; interior is often whitewashed with tears.
Zero trust is path to the entrance door of hatred.
The house is ventilated with frankness.
Frankness is the window of this house.
My air conditioner assures guilt free environment.
This is the most peaceful house I can ever find.
People who try to take advantage of me are like birds at my window.
Happy not to be on the lanes of cunning, masking, deceiving, plotting …..
Those lanes are more like survival of the cruelest rather than
Survival of the fittest.
If I am guilty…. yes I am guilty!
My drinks are spiked with doses of emotional pressures of family I am born in
And the society I live in.
I live captivated in this house rather than fighting back.
Who knows? This could be the time I prepare for the next big plunge ….
Or It’s a degrading process till I melt into soil or fade into time or I resign myself….
“A fight can never end till justice is done”.

One cant fight with a mindset of a civilian.
You need to be a soldier.
A fight you win may make no difference to you.
Infact it may ruin you and your family.

The satisfaction lies in how the success diffuses around you.
Sometimes there may be no one to feel the fragrance.
But you have done your part!!
The ecstasy in this can never be explained.
It’s a feeling words cant define.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Silly Chhilly Thoughts!!!

As usual, the complicated grown ups we are, my head was loaded with a list of To-Do’s, goals, frustrations, analysis….. as the flight took off, the pressure had an impact on my ears that distracted me and made me put a pause to load on my brain. It was bright day time and I was looking down the window pane of a flight.

Sometimes its good to leave your heart free. When you know there is no one around who recognizes you. When you are sure there is no one who can in anyway make any difference to you. When you know nothing can reach you and you can reach nothing, that’s the best time ….. stop thinking anything and everything and look around like a baby or a kid would do. I don’t know how many would enjoy doing this but I did. Enough said, let me put my silly chhilly thoughs! This makes me giggle to myself in one of the purest form of relishing which hardly happens in real life with grown ups.

As the altitude increases, the world becomes blur and the clouds look closer. At a certain altitude, I feel as if the I am in a garden of no much contrast. As if everything is in light colors. And the world beneath is a world with higher contracting colors and contrasting feelings. This white world above May be a blue print some art work. Whoz art?? Who else can it be other than God here? The most naughty, worse and best thing I ever know. When clouds go down ………… I was thinking how mean God is to some ….. and then looking down again. This time it looked like am looking in to a packed box something in it but covered with cotton.
My world is colorful!
Greens, hues, dark barks
Light, dark and bright animals.
Contrasting floral and fauna is our world.
Flying high, is our world blurring …..
Soon I see a garden of light colors. Oh no bright contrasts!
Something very peaceful as it is all white but not very interesting.
Going higher, its like something beneath, covered by cotton,
Who would put cotton on the world below?
World is a lotta mess God did.
Probably God is a Kid who has a mom.
As she suddenly walks in, in an attempt to hide the mess from her.
He quickly drops cotton all over.

Hmmmm probably my frustration on God makes me feel all this. Let me listen in the silence to hear the other party speak.

In a defence, God says, Hey you with a sinking heart.

I am supreme, I am blinding you. The layer of cotton is just you.
I am trying to gift you something new.
Relax as you fly and watch out to have the feel of opening a gift.

Enjoy it dear!

Hahaha how nice to get a gift!!
But you know what, complications are all over. Its just the time you take to realize.
Is it better to be nomadic? Keep moving before things complicate??

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