Livid taciturn void

Why are there days like this?
The day the soul in me burns itself in grief.
It burns in the onus and in silence.
It preys on a body and yet complains.

When my body learns to stay numb and dumb,

Why does my soul not learn that art?
Unconvinced by my thoughts,
It hurls at me, curses me, cribs and punishes.

The worldly attachments that my brain barks about,

Detached and torched stays my soul.
Soul cannot sense the pain my body endures.
My body is a slave of my soul.

For a session of aroma therapy!

A session of spa!
Peaceful music!
Nothing can soothe my soul.

It wants me to be guilt-free

I could get in trouble if I do what my soul dictates.
Yet my soul can get its peace.
My soul is a parasite.

The unrest is simply increasing the more I walk away.

Miraculously, it harnesses energy when I walk with it.
After everything, it is relaxing on Goa beaches as my body heals.
Why are there days like this?

Soul married to honesty,

It roars at even the negligible things.
How did it learn to count those!!
Showers of blessings needed till this crazy soul finds its next prey.

Do you have days like this?

Just me and my bliss!

Bliss experienced defies definitions.
Moments that nature took it all.
A chance to be myself!
To be myself with no compliments or complaints!

A time not framed in gold or silver.

I did not have the best butter cakes to celebrate.
I did not have diamonds I adored.
All I had was a load of peace and space to be myself.

I and my brother started on a peaceful drive after having enough rest. This trip was different as I was not wearing any kind of masks, nor were there people to see what I was. It was time I could be myself and just myself again.

We drove through the silent tall forests. What a sight of the trifling streams flowing and some with no water. As he concentrated on the road I enjoyed every view outside. Wish I stopped and walked around in silence being all myself but could not afford. The woods ended abruptly. I was a little livid at the abrupt end but it opened up lush green covered scenery soon and the other side was the cost line! Wow! What a sight was that. We stepped out of the car and stood. Absolute silence with all the liveliness!

A hug that no one is grumpy about!

A hug that no raised eyes across the globe.

A hug that does not blame the dress, gorgeous looks or conducts!
The fog was hugging everything on the way.

I could see the shores but not hear the roars.
I could see the greens but not feel covered under them.
No ramping mechanical marvels triumphing across!
I could hear and feel my breath.

My scars failed to score or crawl in this time.

The chill could not touch the warmth I was in.
In the most honest mode!
Every cell on me was reviving and relishing!

I thought this is great! But then soon I was at a beach. A beach so lonely! Hard to believe there were tides that high at this very beach that is entralling me. The mist gave a divine glow to the rocks. My brother was in his formal shoes and did not want to ruin them walking down to the beach. But he let me go as he stood there up near the car. I jumped and went down. My footsteps, the waves din dare a rub as I see. It was as if I was the only soul to enjoy this. There were three people at a distance. But I got privacy. It was a candid time with the ocean. I love such times that I can truly be myself and enjoy the divinity.

Warning! Imaginary!

Hey you blue!

Was that you who jumped so high?
No not me, look I am here to play with you. Do you think I can do that?
Join me and play, I am not here to gulp you.

Destiny whispered to me you would be here.

I wanted to do something for you to rejoice!
Knowing what can impress you, I did this.
In acceptance I smiled and enjoyed the moment to the fullest.

 

This is not an anonymous place but a full-fledged south beach that had all the needful to support tourism. But all left to please me that day!!

I just cannot tell you how many times I got lost writing this post!
Hard to define the ecstasy I feel. Thanks a ton dear bro and south beach for dressing up for me.

Unsung lullabies loud!

You flaunt your beauty.
Every evening I see you.
You stand bright as always.
Sometimes times are shunned when I don’t see you.

But you are such a beauty that makes me go …..

I cannot stop myself from turning back to you.
And I give you the best and true smile possible.
Did I ever impress you?

I always had to look up at you.

But! I had seen you in your bed this time.
You are such a beauty anytime!
Lustrous as ever!

Those were my feeling while I was driving calm.

Calm and parallel to the ocean.
I see the blue ocean and the bright sun.
Oh what a sight!

It was like the stars were sleeping on the sea as,

The sun is singing lullabies to the stars.
His naught daughters are up once he is out of sight.
Their striking beauty leaves many to muse.

Living Reincarnations!

I am a drifting soul!
Dead is the one who hit the bump.
I am the reincarnation, the air stream got in.
I keep the death a secret.

I am the best friend of the one dead.

I carry the live size sculpture of the one dead.
The air stream is keeping it upright.
I am here for a cause.

Hooligans are feasting alive.

Calling the death,
“The death of the monster!”
To feel safe of the crime they did.

I am here, not to hunt down,

The criminals responsible for the death.
But to shoo the felons away!
Away! From degrading last photo of the one dead.

It is all about a person once lived!

The pains of the person once lived are not mine.
I am a reincarnation living to gift the dead,
A flower on the grave.

I shall reincarnate again and again

To ease the angry ashes in the grave.
Release the trapped energies in the grave.
They cannot come alive again but angry ashes can rest in peace.

I carve the smiles they think killed,

I mimic to live the miles they think burnt,
I kill the thought they think, “Can destroy”
They don’t know they cannot harm me anymore.

I am a drifting soul reincarnating till the river of air flows.

I work for all the dead ones with the similar look.
I work for the grave to be peaceful.
I am a drifting soul that cannot enjoy, crib or cry.

Tete-a-tete

I am right over the Arctic Ocean now. Soon gonna hover over a land and its dusk time! I am waiting to see if I can get to see the bird’s view as I move from the ocean to the land. Unfortunate! Clouds around! But when I was seeing ocean, ocean and ocean, I was seeing the vision of the ocean to reach the skies that seems possible at the distant end. The depth, of its feel, and the mission failure of the ocean currents throwing the waves high! Despite the most sincere energetic efforts, the roaring waves are unable to get the sky to fall for it. One sided love story. Every shell that stays long with you tells your story in my ear. May be destiny dear! Do not worry; you are the best as you are. If I cannot sooth your grief, if only I count for you, you are splendid and enthral me so much!

We are not always accountable for the failed missions! Put in efforts ONLY IF YOU ENJOY DOING so though you may not get to the goal, you know you have enjoyed enough. Let the goal alone not be so empowered to bring the mighty you down. Cheers!!

Dimension N

Chemistry for survival does not consider the physical scope for survival.

All it waits to see is a miracle to happen!

Focus

Determined to analyze, I listen carefully to the tragedy of falling leaves, strategy of the hissing shoots, remarks of the fleeing birds, interest of the flock arriving next, movements of heavenly bodies …… all these are just the vibrations my eardrums feel. What I perceive is a personal perk.

Dubious Deep Delight

You may find it spectacular enough to wake and rejoice or feel it a quicksand. The test of time, dread and delight around can’t intrude the determination of the eyes that dream and work for desired destination multifold marvelous.

Uh! Perfect!! Hmmm!

Perfection is highly radioactive.
Perfection is acidic.

Perfection is photosensitive.

Perfection may lead to genetic mutations!

Perfection is just a preference and not a persuasion.

With something perfect around, it curbs the drive to think of improvement. With a reliable mobile and GPS that can store and give you pointers perfectly, how many of us try to remember contact numbers or routes which were once on fingertips of everyone surviving!! Aghast! Perfection is radioactive that killed the drive to improve on memorizing…

My dad is a role model for many. He can provide the best security for me. But I did not have a perfect childhood of walking along the roadside kicking a pebble on the road clutching my dad’s finger in my palm. By the time he finds time, I outgrow the phase. I am proud of my dad. But yes his perfection got acidic on my childhood.

I can, but my actions are being watched by someone known, and so I cannot ….. When a stranger litters around, I would pick it as they see and show them how to use a dustbin. But when my superiors or relatives are around I may not behave the same. Or if they litter around, I may not react the same. Perfection is photosensitive!!

Can the generation now imagine life without internet? Oops!! Would obesity be any issue with cave men!! Uhhhh! Isn’t any less than genetic mutations!!

I love perfections and try to reach it. Doesn’t mean that I am perfect or persuade!

Only

Only light can enter the darkness. Darkness cannot enter the light.

Noise can enter silence. Silence cannot enter noise.

Determination can sprout in worse situations.

Nothing can deter the will power to survive.

You need not have a perfect teacher to be a perfect student.

You need not be a pioneer to coach pioneering.

You need not have a perfect spouse to be one.

You need not have a perfect nation to behave a perfect citizen.

The unsaid Thanks series!

May be just one meeting I may or may not recollect if there is a next time we cross.

But you worth a “Thank you” and remembering as nice pulses I got to feel.
I don’t mean to judge them being good or bad.
Coz they are just some people I don’t know much.
Sometimes my co-passengers on my lonely journeys long. (excluding the journey of life here)
Sometimes my friends and relatives, few lost in the rush of life.
Sometimes the nature around. This is probably the last one I pay attention to though it has always been there and shall be there.
And people I come across randomly but something has earned a frame in time.

I shall not name anyone here. Nor shall they be relevent to the time I publish the thankyou

Thanks you Co-passenger in my flight back from pheonix

The first one to cross my mind is this wonderful lady.

She is a lady working for a social cause. I was well prepared for the flight and enough work piled up to do. But this lady at the age of my mom next to me started talking … We started talking before the flight took off and believe me; we continued to talk till out footsteps took ways at an angle. We were so engrossed as we discussed different social problems cultures and definitely, her words have an impact on me today. She said “Humans are gifted a brain that can break all the barriers and crack any and every possible problem. Civilizations deal all with it.” She helps the physically disabled people. The examples she gave are just awesome. She too emphasized on vulnerability of women, the balance between emotions, responsibility and sensibility. We both were just aghast at this point. Probably both of us had seen too much of this happening and wanted to defy it. Well easier said than done. Thanks for talking in a way that empowers me from within for a life time and I am sure your efforts to help the underprivileged shall be fruitful. Hope we can make a difference to the lives otherwise ruined. Thankyou.

Uncle at Dubai Airport who helped a little fund for charity

I also had a plight to buy home few best gifts possible. I had seen deals like buy 3 packs for …. Uh! What would I do with such bulk but they were a few quick bucks to save. Hehehe do I sound greedy oh may be but I am saving up for a selfless cause. There was an elderly person I came across at an airport where I was waiting long to board the flight. Probably he is also thinking something similar. He picked up packets and placed them back. I just went near him and he greeted me. We talked a little and then about the deal to strike a deal. Well we purchased them together and shared the chocolate. As each of us had a pie of benefit, there was a problem. I din not have a hundred rupees to pay him. I just had forty. He said it was ok and I told him that I shall pay this sixty for charity. He then asked me what I do. We got into a quick chat and I told him about the trust I visit…..  Along with some suggestions, he gave me back the forty rupees and said, why don’t you make the amount I give a hundred instead of sixty. A smile and yes it earned the trust an extra hundred. When the old man tried to get my contact details, the typical me, din want to give my details to a stranger and just hopped out of it. Thank you uncle, the money you had given has reached a trust, to help the destitute women and children. If you have the question what would a person do other than leaving that hundred there, I should have given you chocolates worth two dollars uncle. hehehe…

Dubai to India!

My co-passenger from Dubai to India…. Oh what a journey is it. The winds of mother land fast rushing to hug me. We were checking the status of the flight and the weather outside. We discussed what each of us was taking home. The difficulties in shopping for gifts perfect, and helping with tips to shop the next times. Finally we touched India I knew my people are just a few meters away from me and are waiting just for me. Feels so special when someone does this right. At the baggage counter, I had to wait long. It was a wait that crossed thirty minutes and then my co-passenger got his baggage. His friend on the same flight too got his baggage. It seemed like an endless wait and might be a start of another struggle. My co-passenger and his friend were kind enough to wait for me. And then I see my baggage after one and a half hour. Uh! A great relief! Baggage too heavy for me to pull of (hehehe). MY co-passenger and his friend had helped me get those heavy bags onto a trolley. As I moved out, there was a big line for customs. Uh!! But I could clear it off in hardly anytime and my co-passengers, oh they are far far behind as their baggage had cross marks. You worth a thank you for waiting long. But the rush to meet my family made me move. I am sorry for not thanking you.

Sweet/ Sour Memories!

The story begins with a beautiful note and twist ….

Our meeting is no more in the dreams.
The distances between shall melt.
If you are in my vicinity, I shall fight this world to reach you.
If you are in not in vicinity, I shall fight the time to wait for you to be there.

Don’t be lost as a memory in the beauty of my dreams.

Once lost, it is a struggle to search.
It is also a struggle to get accustomed to live without.

Struggle pains!

Don’t be the pain in my struggle.

Don’t be a hiccup in my smooth breath.

But you did …………

It is my turn now, but I choose …..

Better not spell those words out.

Killer thrill is in holding them back.

A momentary energy burst is enough to tell it out.

Once revealed there is nothing to reel about.

I smile as I cuddle up with silence.

Let words not stir up the world around.

Let the words on the lips stay there and not slip.
On knowing the truth they may lead a life.
But living would be a punishment then.

I smile because I would not become a hiccup as you have been.

There is a lot of enjoyment in staying silent instead of getting violent.

The smile you wear on is only because of the silence I cuddle up with.

I have the memory; I experience the struggle and pain.

The pain that I cannot subject you to.

A smile can help you slide miles amidst violent silence
But not fight the silence or solve the violence.
Also know that my smile doesn’t mean the peace in me.
It could just be a piece I throw up.

A worthy Learning and I Start

I am learning to appreciate little things. It may seem extravagant exaggerated but may be its worth that little tickles of enthu and pleasure our brains get. Appreciating is not at all a bad thing but neglecting is. In a populace country, its common for individuals to feel neglected. Its just the competition that makes us play cunning and look at every opportunity to shun down on the other. This is the first thing I wish we could shed. Well …. Its just the survival of the fittest.


Now you shall see a label “Thank you” and “Guilt” I shall try to overcome my guilt. If you have an advice, please drop a comment.

Disclaimer: The timing of the posts shall definitely not be time sequenced. They shall not hold any names for sure.

Window of flavors!

My kitchen window always opens up the world for me. Sometimes it was the view of my school. Then the tree grew up hiding my school from the view. The tree seems most interesting of all the trees around. I just love the way it grows and the way the leaves are arranged. Once I walk into the kitchen, this tree greets me, it had tender green shoots that looked like light green blossoms amongst the dark green leaves.  This instantly puts up a smile on my face and reenergizes me. I loved seeing it. The pigeons that wait for the grains we sprinkle on the window pane. A small cup with water for the pigeons to drink. Isn’t it enough boosts to start a cheerful day? I just wonder how these natural and simple things make such an impact. We have no common goals or language yet they are the best!

Grief ... Trauma!!

I just can’t stand cars pass by me.

I can’t walk between cars parked.

I can’t cross the roads.

I cant walk the streets alone.

Tears drop marking the way I walk.

May be a sniffer dog can sniff me up. Oh! Who cares!

Is it this me that stands tall at times?

Is it me who just collapses at the sight of a white car trying to pass by me?

Can I really stand or fly?

Is it that I am thrown up in the air by fondling hands?

That no longer waits to hold.

Am I feather lite drifting across a crowd getting blown and lifted at their mercy?

Do roots grow down my feet when I stand alone?

Why does my foot seem so heavy that I cannot lift?

Why cannot I drift when there is no one to blow me away?
Why cannot I skip those ……… thoughts?

All the blood cells would die and get replaced.
All the skin cells would drop off and get replaced.
But the trauma turns out into a blue print that remains.
Now it’s a genetic disorder.

From the dairies of a trauma hauted victim trying to rehabitate.....

Violent Silence and Smiles

Smiles once were the only thing I knew to do well

Smiles once were the jewel I sport.
Smiles once were the true feeling out of heart.
Smiles sailed a few miles but are stalked now.
Smiles carved curves on my face where the river of joy flows.

Smile … Smile … Smile ….

Gashing the innocent territory, flared up a volcano
Hymns are horror it sang, that hogged the honor.
All you see left is a canyon of once, the river of joy.
And the Creeks formed by the flow of tears.
The sunlight that used to warm up is piercing now.

Hope it is an evacuation drill but it is not a bit.
The craving to creep is dead.
The cry is loud in the silence and the dark.
The scars, curves or lines now, are the monikers of the abysmal times.
It is an irremediable equation.

Cry … Cry…. Cry….

The canyon can be filled if the Tethys Sea melts to be a sea again.

The canyon can seize to exist when a black hole sucks it all.

This canyon can lose its identity if there is a bigger volcano tears it further.

The canyon can be covered if species can habitat in these harsh conditions.

The canyon is adorable to tourists that flock to see and just see.

Smile now is a weapon at the entrance.

In plastic, brass, steel and iron I cast it.

In wood I shape it.

Smile now knows no emotions.

Smile now is a lotion that stays till wash and is reapplied immediately after wash.

I forgot why would one smile?
I forgot when would one smile?

Do I really know when not to smile?

Do I really have another expression to wear on?

Hard to believe I am the same soul then and now.

Little stupidity enjoyed

I was driving my way to office. I noticed a dust tornado. The scale of dust tornados here can just dirty you and nothing else. They are quick and short. I used to see them in the open grounds of my school and near my college. If I am around, all I knew was to close my eyes and cover my face. Of course cough out in the dust, look at myself so dirty ….. All that follows. But this time it was different. I was in a car, using sunglasses. While everyone was trying to move away from it, I rolled up my car windows and went dashing into the tornado. Debris flying around. I did not close my eyes this time. I was seeing the particles of dust running around. It’s not Graphics! Once out of the tornado, the feel like a comic super people jumping in and out of a tornado. Immediately behind me the tornado subsided. Or maybe I tore it apart and saved the city. Hahaha

After these moments of stupidity and craziness, I realized how I dirtied my car. What a caddish behavior was that. I really wished I disappeared from there. Certainly there was no much traffic but there were a couple of cars on the road who must have witnessed my craziness. Thanks to my oversized sunglasses that covered more than half of my face. BTW, I was not driving dangerous.

Why did you ditch Me?

I see you from distance and blush.
I see this brushed you and you feel it.
Your look up for me as I rush.
I know you are waiting for me.
I want to be perfect before I give myself to you.

I am 100% pure and untouched.
I try to reach you with all the sanctity.
Just for you to feel me.
I love the way you handle me.
I choose to leave the cradle I am in to reach you.

But you ditched me….

I am falling free as you are not holding me.

My family roared at you.

Some came down to you.

Sometimes they clapped the whip and I wish they don’t hurt you.

I bent down to your feet to be at your service.

But you still let me down.

Situations you threw me to, tried to dirty me.
Your ditch for sure disturbed my sanctity.
I look up at my family. They are too far and cant help.

I want to stay pure.
I don’t know what to do or what would happen.
The malice you subjected me to, cannot hold me long.
I sink deep. Deep beneath the debris, I retained my purity.

So pure that you can still hold onto me and pull me up if you wish to.

If situations come my way;
I will rise up again and try to reach you once again.

Do you think it’s a love story!

LoL! It’s in the water cycle.
Passing clouds we look up at --> Raindrop, thunders --> dirty rain water on road --> ground water --> evaporation --> rain again

Only If....

If only I had the energy, I would emerge.

If only I had the courage, I would camouflage.

If only I had enough silence, I would sink.

If only I had treasure, I would triumph.

If only I had potential, I would get a perk.

If only I had synergy, I would survive.

If only I had hope, I would try to hop out.

Cant pot it right? Pour it out!! -- True Love 3

I am a dumb person in a room. Pure white all around, sparkling white marble floor, walls painted in rich white. I am left to feel comfortable. No one here shall feel hungry or thirsty or sleepy.

They dance around in peace as if in a trance. They think I am a nerd for I don’t dance along. I would love to But…..

I have a gold fish in my hands. I am trying to save it in the little water in my hands. I run across the room as people make way for me. But I do not find a tumbler to put this fish into. I don’t find a tap or a sink around. How long can I hold this fish safe? The floor is slippery. I cant let the water in my hands drop on the floor and let people slip hence I am putting pressure on my palms to hold them tight together. I cant hold my hands together so tight any longer. What can I do?

Half of the little fish is already out of water. I see it is going through the pain after which it can no more feel the pain. Instead of letting my hands leak in silence and people slip over it unknowingly, instead of torturing the fish with short breath, maybe I should make a brisk move to throw away the water in my hands. At least some who notice the brisk action shall stay away from the spilled water. Let it spread to dry up fasr. Time shall wipe it off soon. The death of the fish is inevitable.

Even if I hold my hands together tight till my last breath, I would be holding a dead fish, some people slip out of the water leaked. I cant even dance in the prejudiced peace. I would get all the frowns and raised brows at me once I do this. But without doing this, I just cant make any further moves. May be after the cranky looks, I may stand a chance to dance. May be in a corner but I have unloaded the burden. May be sometime down the line I may dance with grace that shall turn their heads to the corner I am in and who knows? There may be a way into the crowd again.

When you cant pot it right, just pour it out and face it. Time shall put you in awkward situations, frowns or a furnace but time shall also be the current to drift you across them. If not anything, you shall achieve being truthful to your soul that you can never hide from. If you do not know what it means, fall in love with honesty. There is divine pleasure amidst all the chaos.

Thunder

I am in a bad mood today.

I want to yell loud to the world around and tell all at once.
I want them all to listen.

I want cry out my pain.

I see the sky is doing just that.

The thunders are loud.

Just that loud that I want to tell everyone around.

The sky is melting down.

Just so much that I want to cry for now.

The only difference is the thunder speaks a different language.

I wanted to speak in a language everyone understands.

Grrrr…. As there is no common language here,

The thunder chooses a different language.

Thank you Thunder, for speaking on my behalf.
Thank you skies for crying for me.
I feel content now.
With the feel of being pampered I retire for today.

Witty Tweet

Amidst everyday rush for mush … I suddenly wanted to sing and I started humming and singing the following lines. All random, I really dunno how or why all these fell out but I just wanted it going and so they go…..  I heard SOS from the silence of the night and did not want to cry SOS in the day. So I choose to keep it just in writing… It was a great unwind for me.

Ask me why?

I would give Reasons a hundred tons.

Ask me what?

I have a few in my bag.

Ask me where?

It is in the flow of life.

Ask me how?

I would explain it the amateur way.

Tell me now!

Why is the sky blue and high?

Tell me now!

Is it first the egg or hen?

Tell me now!

Do I know you really well?

Tell me now!

What can I be doing next?

Fleece it up!

I don’t want your condolence

Fleece it up!

I don’t want to reveal it is me.

Fleece it up!

Wish you never know the truth.

Fleece it up!

Until I flee from here.

Rush around!

That is the last apple pie.

Rush around!

I am running late to work.

Rush around!

This is the protocol of life.

Rush around!

For life is not too long.

Don’t let me know!

The calories in my snack.

Don’t let me know!

That I am now worth your count.

Don’t let me know!

That I shiver on the thrilling ride.

Don’t let me know!

I could be the next one fired.

Don’t tell me!

That I look just sixteen.

Don’t tell me!

That my head is greying fast.

Don’t tell me!

I am the best one here.

Don’t tell me!

That my song is boring you.

I wonder what,

Is making me sing all this now.

Is there at least one?

Who can really enjoy this.

Pardon me

If I irk your ears.

Let me know

If by chance you enjoyed my song.

Explaining my work 2

After having heard funny comments on piece of art in my previous post, I now want to explain its depth.

Before that, here are some funny explanations,
Explanation 1: There is a leaf falling with an eye open wide, I put a ladder to catch it. Unable to reach it, feeling closer to Sun, I tried to touch the sun. Burnt I fall down. There is a net they arranged to catch me. Another friend countered it said, when I am falling burnt, will the net to catch me not burn?

Explanation 2: The painting means, “Me, eye and a dot”.

Explanation 3: An eye is unable to bear my creativity and so starts sobbing. Sobbing … sobbing … it gets angry and tears warm up to be fire.

My Explanation:

The majority of the painting deals with greens and blues, the major colors on our globe. So its about our world practically.

On the top left corner you see patterns like tracks. A smooth track diverging out and other two lines converging to form a smooth track. Out of these four line, the second and third are parallel lines. You see spirals indicating whirlpools all over the painting. In life, destiny stirs so many whirlpools. We expect something could be a smooth path and later realize it is diverging not to be so. Expectations went wrong. Something that seems impossible, eventually materializes into a smooth path. In-between our failed expectations and nightmares coming true, we still stand with lot of energy and hope as long as we live. A hope that our expectations turn true or a hope that our mindset orientation may change to align with what we define as success.

Often we run redefining milestones. Indicated by the close parallel line on the right top corner. They may seem something to you but not much to the world you belong to.

You may look with eyes wide open, Bad times may curse you with fears to blink your eye. This may fade the whiteness of your eye. This is indicated by the light yellow shade. Reeling about bad times may build pressure, forming red tributes in your eyes. Indicated by the black spiral and redness in the eye. Tears may tear the lower brim of your eye pouring your tears out. You might be right, wrong, aggressive, compassionate, strong, mild, triumphing, trembling ….. Even if you are set ablaze…. You are just like a falling leaf in the vast ocean. You might have a real problem as true as fire and feel the world you live in shall help! but, it may be a drop of fire into the ocean. The ocean remains blue and the waves shall raise and sink the same way.

The blue untied net is indicative of two. 1) If you assume you are falling and want the world to hold you.... Alas! not always! please help your self.
2) There would be a few traps in life that we form or get subjected to. Please reserve energy to breakthrough unless you make a choice to live in it.

“Learn to harness energy from hallow to harshest. Nothing can break you then”

Art!

I want to share this before it is lost.

I could not understand what modern art is all about. Probably I still do not understand. I may be a novice in art and amateur in this, yet I do. Sometimes I feel proud of my works, sometimes not. But very often I find the piece to be worth trash when complete. May be seeing it repeatedly make me feel enough of it. When it comes to modern arts/ abstract arts Oops! What do I call my art? Well I customized art to be a vent for myself. I encrypt a secret. It gives a sense of calmness, when done. And this time I am not vile of it. For now, I choose not to reveal the secret of this painting. But sometime down the line I shall. Hope I enjoy doing more paintings like this.

The Best so far as people call it!

I love to show it around and listen to the funny comments people make. I am made to feel proud of the painting people call “the best”. The ones I feel best are not the most liked by others. May be I am bizarre. Cant help, I am what I am.

Disclaimer: These arts are not offensive and solely done to relax myself. They may not be eye pleasing.

Why is this?

Am I am hit? I see it but I don’t feel it.
I don’t feel any pain. But why does the blood clot?

Did it burn? It should have.
Why is the skin red then?

Is it a greeting? I think so.

Why is it not warm then?

Was it just silence?

Why is it so violent on my heart?

Was it just a sigh?

Why do I feel the pain of a whip slap?

Is there someone there trying to stalk me?

Why is there a feel of being haunted?

Why is this crowd around?

Why do I feel alone and trapped?

Is it a peaceful day?

Why do I get restless?

Is there any courage left?

I feel a knock on my rib.

Wings of Desire

With my wings built strong, Vision clear, the entire universe is my support. I can achieve my goals.
I Alter the altitude, expand and pull in my wings all to reach the target. But the vision is clear.


Necessity is the mother of invention. Only a yearning for something pushes you to achieve it. So let the flames of desire burn the lazy you and cook the energy you need.

CRY

Feel the world shrill …

Feel like an alien floating around in the moss…..

I feel claws gripping my stomach.

The two black peaks move towards each other.

Leading to a bulge in-between.

This frown shall change serenity around.

The white eyes caps melt.

Exposing the red nervy surface.

They melt blurring the vision.

The lashes cling at the first offset.

These waters are not cold but warm and saline.

They erode and dissolve the rosy feel.

Eyelids shall try to regulate the flow and current but ….

The tears rolling down the cheeks form creeks on the face.

Creeks that remain though the black peaks move back.

The disturbed serenity shall stay though the eyes caps freeze back.
The lashes shall separate.

No more reddish surface.

Yet some get to see the creeks on the face.

Levers of the lips are clogged.

How is that the legend read?

The erosion is not compensated.
All this fails to level the expression on your face.
The quiver shall keep rocking!

Try masking!