Poisonous Illusion

Sometimes it lasts in love

Sometimes it hurts instead

Define love,

Define lasting,

Define hurt

Specify the sometimes, the timelines

All of them ingredients of the same poison

A mixture, not an amalgam

Each slipping in its own flavor

Each making sure the victim doesn’t taste one without the other

A poison called attachment

A poison whose unit cells are hunger

Hunger that shows in the eyes

Hunger that blurs all the bars

Bars of the jail,

Jail where the element is convicted

Convicted of blasphemy of being lonely,

Convicted of all those sensations,

Sensations whose mother is itself

Trapped alone,

Looking for a cell mate,

Found or unfound, a mystery

Trying to flee, trying to dig a whole

With bare hands,

But it’s all blurred,

It’s all an illusion within an illusion,

The head bangs on the bars,

And the beaten, lost hungry self topples over,

Remaining trapped, Out of the illusion within the illusion,

Waiting hungry for another.

Killed by the Notion of destiny

Killed by the Notion of Destiny

A dim firelight crackling within,

Stroked by a passion to burn to smoke and rise to seduce the clouds

And nourished by the fervent curiosity to find those secrets

Secrets hidden in between,

In between the hem of blissful illusion and realistic fidelity

 Sparks from two colliding desires,

One to soar away and one to fulfill the meant to be

Yet the meant to be, the touch of a finality

Stagnates the passion and bears down upon the wings

The bright fire of curiosity,

Killed by the notion of destiny

An unknown hauntingness of the distant future burying its roots

Pricking its way into the pores of the external mind,

Threatening to dig deep and knot its way on the pavement

Destiny peaks through, as though thorns hindering the rolling wheel,

Rolling wheel that could traverse onto forest floors and street fairs

Umpteen unknown lands of possibilities,

But the supposedly enlightening far sightedness,

Now it only darkens, kills the fervor to see more, feel more, and know more.

Dried leaves

Dried Leaves

A sharp pain slices through me

Your name splashes across those just gone by moments

Those moments are now being buried in your closet of dried leaves,

Crumpled, powdered and stamped upon by your more amorous trysts

Those shredded pieces now lay limp amongst the zillions of fresh dew sprinkled buds

Is there a magician who can promise a moment back, make a leaf whole?

Is there a wizard who can prophesy a few more of those on my path?

Hope a phoneix

Horrendous stories :- I just came across it and well It drove me mad. Just penned down the poem in those moments.

Hope a Phoenix

Hope a phoenix

But how does it rise from the ashes?

How does it withstand the satanic vehement attacks on it?

How does one keep the ring of fire blowing and turning?

Twisting to start a new cycle,

As humanity sheds its skin,

As silent hapless tears run down those eyes?

Eyes that have now been castrated of their innocence,

As blood rots at our feet,

Staining the path to revival of hope

Blood drained by filthy demonic spirits that slither amongst us

And we know not of the world racing in their veins,

 Stewing vigorously, plotting its next quest for inhuman unanimalistic pleasure,

We have no spear to penetrate those blankets of camouflage,

Tides of pain choke the nerves, wrecking havoc, and stilling life

How does one send those cacodemons into nothingness?

Make them spit blood, and churn them in their world into ashes,

Before they could stew to bleed humanity again,

How does hope take form of a phoenix for those eyes?

How does one stop the ring of fire from extinguishing?

Extinguishing before the phoenix rises from the ashes,

And engulfing humanity in its serene cocoon.

Fishes and Demons

Fishes and Demons, well I was going to name it strokes and emotions part 2 after strokes and emotions part 1, but then decided to dig into the sketch a bit and think of another possibility.

 

 

I have been off from W. P for a few days. had a bit of a weird week, with my head tumbling over itself. :D. Though I was writing a few things somehow did not post them, but then I decided to sketch rather than write.

A part of the sketch, the part in black ink was on a different day and I left it incomplete, well I decided to finish it and it came out differently than it would have on the previous day.

Well I realized that to me, poetry is a way to express one particular emotion or a situation but to sketch is to just express with freedom without any limitations except for the size of the page.

Eyes that see the soul

Eyes that see thy soul
Are rarely stumbled upon,
Some do so for a fleeting nano second
And the foolish soul almost bares all to those eyes
The soul pushes and digs into those eyes
A needle and a thread its allies
Sometimes those eyes pluck the thread out,
Sometimes they sew it in,
Beads slide across that thread,
Some broken and scratched,
Some jumpy and well matched,
They face a danger always,
For those eyes are of an unknown stranger,
And Mom always said don’t talk to strangers,
Beneath those lids and across the whites what if?
What if lies a monster ?
Plotting to crush the bead with its bare rough hands,
Hope never lies low,
It mumurs, could be a sweet fairy dear soul,
A sweet fairy swimming in a pool of magical shimmering nectar,
Nectar that could mend the scratches,
And broken bead dipped in it,could be wholesome again,
Those eyes if they push the beads back to the soul across the thread,
The soul then is sprinkled and awaked alive with its fragrance,
It then charms the mind,
Mind slipping the fragrance to the smile,
The beads could gourment the fairy, stay there forever,
And yet illuminating the soul with their shimmering light,
Brightening the mind,
And filling the smile with a flavour of ecstacy,
But those eyes,that see the soul,
If they pluck the thread out,
The pull stings,it stings the soul
And yet the eye slides its imprint back to the waiting soul,
Lifting it from the deep sea of misery,
Oh stranger, those eyes of yours saw the soul once,
There was a wall in front of it then,
But behind the wall opened a door,
And now a half risen wall behind the closed door,
Climbing that wall ain’t that easy,
You might see the soul..
But Will its intense stillness and nerve wrecking vibrance beneath push you away,
Destiny awaits,but oh stranger, a question and worry,
Do you still want to see the shy and yet vibrating beautiful soul?,

I Will Stay Me

I will stay me

You tell me I am not worth the piece of earth I stand on

I will stay me

You tell me I am not what I was

I tell you then I am glad and I will stay me

There are two sides to a coin

And you tell me I am neither,

I tell you I can make the coin stand and roll on its edge,

And I can roll with it, can you?

You tell me I should follow,

I should follow, imbibe your thoughts,

I should mold myself around you?

I tell you, I prefer to be as loose as the sand at the sea shore

You tell me I shine too much, and I blind you,

I am blinding myself,

I will tell you, you have a cataract,

A cataract that you are proud of, but it blinds you,

And I will shine, I will sparkle and I will lend my shine,

I will lend it to those who need and deserve,

And in turn I will teach them to out shine all,

You tell I should adhere to the norms,

I will tell you for once and all,

Those norms are yours to make and break,

I make my own always,

You tell me I should mellow down,

I am a threat to your ego,

Well that’s just plain sad, I am no ego nurse,

You tell me I should hold your hand,

You tell me the world is too big,

And I am too little,

I am too little and too less significant,

I tell you I am the master of my own ship,

And my mind, my intuition and I am my own compass,

And I will remain so,

You ask me who I want to become,

I tell you, I will stay me,

I tell you that each day,I want to be more me than I was the yester day.

Garden Of hope

 

I was thinking of birds, butterflies and flowers and smiles in the morning as I drew this. I felt hope and I felt my mind finally clearing as I drew this.

To me it looks like a bear or another animal, not invented by cloning or evolution yet, stretching his hand out to pluck something or to just reach out.

Do tell me what you see!

 

Mutation beyond Recognition

The heart screams out,

It screams and dies a death every time,

Every time a daughter is raped by her dad,

A son is beaten and his dignity stolen and shred to pieces,

Sometimes seeing in print, sometimes seeing the devastation after in being,

From one animal to another, have we gone beyond being an animal?

Sunk lower than the lowest ones,

Have our thoughts become mutated?

Mutated beyond recognition and resurrection?

Section so and so, section so and so, out comes the law book,

A book scripted to bench the crime, not do away with it,

A law book scripted to give benefits of doubt,

Find evidence, find evidence, I must be followed, It says,

For I am the sole way out you see, I am irreplaceable,

You have endowed me with powers and now I overpower you,

Laws of nature, Is its original copy unedited, missing a section?

Or has it been muddled up and left with gaping loop holes,

A sight being replayed since the time of our epics,

When the court of books and all the noble souls stood watching,

Noble dastardly souls, with immense courage to stand by their laws,

But not an ounce of it to stand for humanity, overpowered they were you see,

As the laws rip apart a world it had tried to make human,

Today we meekly stand and see the grave yard expanding,

Graveyard of pained souls, Graveyard of revengeful spirits,

All awaiting their turn to return, sharpening their canines to tear and masticate the demons,

But alas, No urban law, no International court of justice to push back and curb this expansion and invasion!

Have we no way to heal the wounds? No way to pulverize the mansion of evil?

No way to grind it to minuscule particles?

I envision a momentous win when these particles would have no nucleus,

No polarity to reform,

No limbs to capture what belonged to our humankind.

Daily prompt:Two cities:One that never sleeps and one that wakes up late

My heart’s one of the most deepest desire is to traverse the world,fly across, migrate when and where I want to, Visit all those beautiful places, All those heart warming beyond picturesque pictures I get to see only in pixels. Sometimes I feel quite overwhelmed by the surprises nature has in store for us. I look at those wonderful pics and that capture rare moments and wonder what it would be to have nature share such a moment with me and have that memory ingrained in mind.

Its just not nature’s beauty by itself that enamors me but also the tender love that nature inspires. The stories that I could get to hear, the love that I will get see, the people I will get to meet, that excites and tingles my nerves. Well, I would like to do this alone, at least the first time. Sometimes I want to see all the beauty hidden or out in open, there is in this world, but then I realize that there will always be more to see.

When I start my morning with a walk, come out of my own world, look around and actually allow myself to observe, inhale and feel the magnificence of what I am seeing around, it fills me bubbling energy. I see a lady planting a sapling, caring for it, I see two kids engrossed in their innocent games and talks. I see a small boy playing with his puppy, nuzzling against him. These are things that one sees all around but when I actually see them and not just look, a certain aura of serenity settles down upon me.

Having expressed this irreplaceable and undying desire to see the world I come to today’s daily prompt which asks me to name two cities between which I divide my time. Well I pondered a bit then I realized if I really had to settle down then I would choose two cities that were drastically different. One that never sleeps, that is noisy, alive, crazy and lit by those neon lights. And another one that wakes up late, is calm, away and withdrawn from the world. I would slip in here whenever I wanted hide, come back to earth, take time off and slow down. And I would blast out into my fast paced life rejuvenated, alive, grounded in reality and in control of myself.

These are some pictures that I came across on Facebook and I thought I would share.

 

This is the link to more photos. Thanks for reading! 🙂