touch the fragrance,
listen to the paintings,
see the bitterness,
smell the music..m
You ain’t here..
You ain't here to blend in chorus, but to find your voice and hear it first hand. It may not be mellifluous or convincing, you may reluctantly discover its coarseness. The first time you identify it and what its saying, you are likely to be in denial. But the moment you own it, you will be redeemed off all the glass ceiling.
Life often happened between ....
the half chances you messed up and the second chances that never came your way,
the decisions you made and the choices you let go,
the buses you missed and the plans you cancelled,
the people you wanted in life and people you were left with,
the outcomes you accepted and the situations you avoided.
Chats and conversations
A conversation ain't about depth of words but more about the layers in it. The way a pause conveys the unsaid, the way a tone helps you discover the emotion sleepwalking beneath the words, the way the sound of a giggle or a laugh separates an akward filler from a instinctive flash of joy. Irony is we have moved from this natural multi dimensional medium to a 2 dimentional medium of chats in name of technology.
Life – A stage
Lips faked smiles,
tongue was tied,
words were dying beneath,
throat was running dry…
pulling up the choked voice,
to tide over all fears and hesitations.
that couldn’t be resolved,
that couldn’t be ended,
but could just be tamed,
only to storm back
burying my mumbles down to the stomach,
making the next laugh
an impossible act to pull off…
Sometimes you feel like the head is in clouds, but you ain't flying. Still navigating through broken bylanes. The mapped journey has been sliced open into a waiting game and you are just not getting it right. When and whether to stop or resume. Slowly the gap between the level of journey and your goal widens. From reaching the destination it deteriorates to outrunning someone to preparing an inventory of reasons in case you are not able to reach the goal. The only way to survive this is to remember why you started and not let the question of where you have reached replace it
I wish i had a beer bottle
that would just keep refilling itself
till my fears and anxieties are intoxicated enough
to feel they no longer exist
Walk on beach
rays were flirting with her face ,
waves were seducing shores to let them kiss her feet,
as she walked on the beach.
She left her hair open,
allowing the breeze to caresse her curls.
Tides were raging,
to claim her footprints left behind,
as a proof of the fact that a mermaid did ditch the ocean waters,
to have a fling with sands…..
Have you seen..
Boxer dancing in the ring,
creating music with punches,
Pianist giving soft and hard blows to keys,
as if translating feelings into notes,
Jockey racing the horse,
as if mirroring the heart beating out in open
Painter romancing canvas,
as if brush redeeming poetry with colors