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Pain in love..

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In moments when the haunting murmurs in you heart spurn…

Tunnel through the dark passages..

Blood runs cold.. And the heat swirls in your head.. 

In moments when love feels like pain..

And pain like love.. 
Who has your breath in a hitch.. 

Who is thy master? Thy self? Thy trampled heart, trembling nerves…

Which side of the sun are you on?

 The cold night or the scorching blow of highland heat waves?

Where do you look to? In whose words do you find solace..
Which side of that man must you dwell with?

Which face of the man must you love.. And must you decipher.. Must you lie to yourself of?

There is the growling animal and there is the swooning dove.. Both within one..

Both tied into one… Which do you see? Which do you love?

The questions, the whys and the why nots..
Should be.. Could be.. Wouldn’t be…

The becoming we are all taught.. 

The love we are taught to see..

Aren’t we tangled and knotted in love with idea of it..

I detest love.. As much as I crave it..

I disbelieve thee.. As much as I see it.. 

And yet the nuisance of pain.. It speaks only of love..

As though it croons for thirst.. The elusive love..

It’s pain in love.. And it’s pain “in love”

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Device to creation

Hi all.. bit of a long post..a few thoughts about living without infringement of artificial devices.. about hope:)

Device to creation

The glare of the machines, ain’t it piercing your eyes..?

Ain’t your brain mewling in puddles yet?

Or is it numb.. Static.. Too hefty for reception of candid natural frequencies..

The titter in your back pocket, The rings of banter…glib chatter.. 

Moments lost with the mind in the cloud.. watching the creations through a lens..glued unto itself 

Looking at expressions in loosely connected words of others… through the machines..just looking

Do you not want to express? Do you not want to leave yourself behind in the dust.. Become the morsels.. Feel the friction..

Galvanize with those expressions?

The cloud .. Ain’t it suckling on the juices of thy mind.. transmitting posed moments about the world seen not..

The square shaped device.. all the heart has to say and mind has to spawn ..spilled into it..hopes of another catching a whiff..

Aren’t you a device yet? Mind glazed, buttons rickety?

4 thick walls… a glass window… And knots in your heart..

None to drown your evenings with..

None to delve deeper with, wander around with on trails of thoughts..

Lonesome.. unlearnt and deaf to the sound of the life created as it was..

Music of the Life thee was created into.. melancholy and gay.. yet riveting and arousing..

There is none of that now.. The time has spindled back..

Roll back… daze into a time before it all..

Resting in a shack.. Skin to skin with the earth.. blinking at the day from the window of thy soul..

At the foot of the hills dressed in clouds.. Tresses grey.. White..in a whirlwind..

Clouds like typhoon around the sun.. sauntering around the mountains at its mundane pace..

Stroll miles along the slippery path…lush green hedges..

Drenched Muddied path.. Water seeps through pores from nowhere..

Rough boulders piled in heaps..purple weeds peaking from amidst…

Gusts of wind.. Tinge of salt in the airs..Climb atop… To the breathless expanse befriending the horizon..

The eyes meet salvation in such formidable yet unhinged nature.. 

The brazenly beautiful sight of the ocean.. 

Somber Waves Caressing the sand.. 

Feisty waters rising , crashing until called back to the ocean.. It’s true home..

Muffled laughter of lads savoring their freedom..mingled with lull of the sea.. 

Maidens gay with laughter.. Women soaking the sun… cajoling their dumplings..

Chattering of their lives.. some mellow.. some shelving the sorrows in their eyes..

Yet all in their hearts.. knowing the pain of the other.. glowing in the happiness of the other..

Ain’t thy heart alive.. Almost as though thy first breath is relived every passing minute..

Mind hungry.. And yet free from shackles.. Clinging to nothing..

Breathing just as thee is.. In soothing harmony with the ensembles of the Jarring beauty..

Filled with hope… Ain’t your heart smiling into you? Almost as though your long time mate.. Closest confidant..

Thy is Feasting on the simplicity… yet the unbridled truth of creation that engulfs thee..

If thee sauntered into the fields of imagination.. Or swung with the true ripples of nature..

The parchment waiting.. for the spill of secrets you unearth from the day..

Would be inked with the vibrant freedom that thy mind is engrossed in.

Lost and found you are , as you was.. One with the permeating nature of glorious creation.

 

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A long foregone wish

I knew the sound of your laughter.. but not the words that made it so..

I knew the smile that lit those eyes.. but never the harmonic lines that touched thy heart..

I see the agitation in thee soul.. never have I seen the venom in thee eyes..

Never will I know the sins that ignite thy rage..

Never will I know the sound of the baritone in harshness ..

I see the colours that drape around you..

Yet never from your tongue will I hear of how they infatuate you..

I see your eyes light up in beauty.. yet I see not the beauty from your eyes..

I see hints of desolation in thee soul..

Yet I shan’t ever soothe the airs within, touch the scalded flesh..

I wish my words could dance on the curves of your smile and echo in your laughter..

I wish your rage I could swallow in the bosom of my barren soul..

I wish I could whisper to you at night.. sing to your abyss.. so might it echo with soft hopes.. joyous banter..

I wish your words.. your thoughts the world to hear..

I wish thee eyes to sparkle with candid childish elation..

You are a wish.. A star farther than mine to be..

Your presence in my memories brushes the moist corners on my soul..

I give you up…for you are a wish.. unwritten for me..

And I have wished  a long foregone wish..

 

P.S: I was looking through my drafts from the time wasn’t really blogging and came across this.. Thought it was something I could share..:)

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Run to yourself 


Run.. Run fast.. Faster than you can.. And are..
It’s time.. It’s going to be time soon..

Time to loose all you always have had.. 

All you have always wanted..

Which is abosolutely always a goal post away from what you have needed in your soul.

Things are falling apart as you run..

 But you shall run to shatter all and keep none.. 

For you have had nothing at all with you..
But know it as you run.. So you shall never stop…

Run far away from those voices that nail your mind to the known platitudes..

The light moves farther away.. Flickering and gloating..

Or calling like a long lost brother..

It’s your eye that shall ascertain..

Run faster..as fast you can my dear child..

And friends turn into mere flecks of passing shadows..

Run to the ghosts that haunt you..

Or shall I say …run to peel away those haunting layers from your life…

Run.. Run far away to hide your fears in no finite substance..

Run towards yourself.. 

Away from your name.. Only towards yourself..

Find what is garnered in that haven. 

Find what has never been yours but is and shall be you as you run.

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Simple Friendship

Its called friendship you know..

The light in my eyes.. at a simple smile in yours..

The spark when hopes shines through the tunnel..

The Rebellious laugh when the fortitude gives away..

Our bizarre plans blow against the wind..

And we rise victorious surfacing at the shortest stairwells clambered..

Its the smile and laugh my heart craves..

Its the pain my soul wills to diminish..

Thy tender heart.. understands my pain.. and mine yours..

Its simple touch of human likeness..

 

Its called friendship you know..

The pain inflicted on you..reflects in my eyes..

As does in yours..

The tremor in your voice.. finds a helpless flutter in my heart..

But when your words sting.. to where shall I turn..

For it is your presence that soothes my pain..

Yet.. I know.. you shall be there when I turn back..

For a sincerest person like you..is hard to find..

 

Forgive my anomalies dear..

Harbor no ill of me.. You find place in my pain..

But more so in .. more so in carefree laughter..

Pondering.. I find your heart pure..

And mine wishing only the place of a life long friend  in pain and gay remembrance..

And your life to ride to your dearest hopes and dreams.

For Its simple friendship.. you know.

 

Dedicated to a dear friend… its a few simple words.. I couldn’t find ways to disguise my ways.

 

 

Categories: courage, DREAMS, emotions, expressions, friends, HOPE, life, living, love, memories, poetry, poetry on life, strength, struggle, the mind, time, youngsters | Tags: , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Oh Shush Shush

A piercing splinter tears apart the soul’s periphery.

I ponder; did a cane pass through dragging, leave behind what it wouldn’t miss?

Or a rose placed artfully on the soul grow on its thorn, It was plucked leaving behind the prickly bit..

It’s such a blur; it won’t stall for a moment of retrospect or introspect,

Breath is the wind blowing the wretched splinter in circles, a horrendous stormy weather,

It leaves thy home in a pile of powdery remains, clustered fragments of curtained images…

It leaves thy inner child panting and wheezing, clutching in places,

Colored in red-brown dust, the color of eyes, the color of blood,

 A darting arrow from the eyes of the strangest stranger splits it open..

The color of the red syrup slurps through the tear, The wound is to be dug deeper before healed..

The heart is to die again..and again and again.. 

In penance for the acts of desperation; Death of the heart is necessary,

Pain is an addiction, It traps your breath, But you are left feeling alive, just alive is the real alive;

It is audaciously exchanged for the empty vastness, where one is not in the desert, but beneath it..

 

Oh shush shush, silence the sounds of the restless breaths,

 And the splinter shall stall for a moment of freedom and rest,

Raise thy torrid eye, look into the sky,

Watch the clouds afloat, row through still air, silent breeze;

 Watch the sky crack to reveal a bluer stillness,  

Oh shush shush..

Breeze flows on the tracks of life, life that thrives in arid, humid, torrential days and climaxes,

 Felt in the eyes, like a feathered touch on the skin, the unruffled flow of life in the strangest of times,

 Flutters of the tiny sparrow’s wings, sudden thrashing and then for a moment afloat in the lazy wind,

Reaching her nest after a day of grains, straws and droplets of water,

Rampaging from wall to wall, beneath rare shadows and scorching rays,

The quivering tips of darkest of green leaves swaying in surrender, slightest momentum released,

Oh shushed are you?

Does the pain now sail away with the breeze?

 Does the vacuum fill with sights of nature, the tiniest electrifying moments, the miraculous breadth of life?

The splinter slain to unconsciousness, Breathe in deep the peculiar scent of nature afresh,

Dear mind, Oh shush..ponder away from consciousness drugged in constant spiralling stale pain,

Stride into the invigoratingly alive life, Stroll away from thy own trepidations,

For the cures, the answers lie in the breeze, the clouds..

The flutter and the quiver, the tremor as nature breathes with thee in solace,

Carrying you to home indeed, Releasing you to breathless nomadic winds, just as you are..only standing there..shushed in your heart.

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Hungry hearts..Tender wishes

Tenderly touch the singed skin, gathering dust at the edges of the deep well,

Deep well..burnt into the bones, skeletal heart, skeletal soul..

Tenderly fill those pores with your sweet breath..

No..my loving friend..clasp not in roughened flesh.. peel not with lustful gaze..

Let magic of thy touch sound in that abyss echoing in my soul..

Engulf my heart in thy loving gaze, strand it in a hypnotic haze..

 

The heart exhales harshly, arrhythmic symphonies..

Tender..lighter..softer..Soothe the strings with its verbose vibrations, A tone shall fall.. a tone shall rise..

Thy breath, thy strings lull the breeze..Designs thee forges in the blowing laze..

Let the song linger in thy smile, sing to my hungry heart with an inflamed passion for love and life..

Tales of solitary love, only yours and mine,

My finger tips, your softened lips, slip the symphony to my soulful mind..

 

Might thee dance..close me in thy arms?

Waltz heedless to insufferable sores beneath our scalded feet,

Tuck my presence under your skin..

 At the doorstep of darkness every night.. Feel my heart stride alongside in your might

In the daylight on your side, fill me with every delight that rests in your eyes..

Might we stretch the rendezvous to last forever..

Let the myth-forever- lie in its croft, and our illusions slay it to deep slumber..

 

Cries of nasty fate..Sins seeking shelter in the script of its craft ways..

Forgive me should I shed heavy tears,

Forgive me should I dost thy soul any wrongs, scar any spots..

Lead me back to the solace that rests in our eyes… 

Take me to the land of wilderness, where reside neither haste of promises..

Nor burden of its unfulfilled lies….

Where neither asphalted paths fenced with wooden works are carved in loss and pain..

Nor whisper creatures words that speaketh of the same..

 

Hungry we are for the ripened fruits of the paths.. that hang in pure pearl like beauty..

Where underneath the generous trees, in their shade,we rest arm in arm, tasting the sultry sweetness in the misty air..

Let our anguish blend..let the sorrows seep to the seas..

Lets feed our hearts with treasure from the shores.. hidden between the twisty cores of shells..

Hungry hearts.. tender touch….caress’s our flesh..inhales our soul the melodies of our breath..

Come dear loving friend, lets ride on this road in the delusional fog to an unhinged end ..

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To find..

To find and string your own strands..They fly in the whirlpool of ripples rising from your epicentre..

To find your heart throttled beneath the sheaths of all that your heart knows.. and doesn’t know..

To find the true destiny of the scarred hope..

Hope who walks stealthily in your darkest shadows..

Hope is the tongue of that loving king on the throne of buried hell..

Warns you of a beautiful death.. Murmuring hoarsely“burn the wooden doors of the great framed arch..”

To find.. find that place.. that place we all want to go to.. ..

All want to writhe and laugh..and dance..and roll in its heated sand..  

A craft doorway.. The wooden doorway frames it.. The hell’s haven..

Be forewarned of seeing your pitiful self sculpted on gallows..

Drag your famished body..

Shoot into the orange light…rising heat…fiery flames of love and war..

Of bludgeoned hope.. Ambient dreams.. and rising agony..

And sweet, ravishing, merciless poisonous fruits reaped in lawless love…

Hold your breath and drown forever..It’s the sea of bodies of crippled friends..

 Each face a glaring resemblance of your many flesh wounds.. of your many fair colors..

To find the loss that scraped your flesh bit by bit.. To find all that you thought you had abolished…

To find all those brave souls you stabbed with you lust for life…for selfish freedom..For heinous desires..

To find your mind in trampled by one a many hurtling truths of enticing lies..

To see the bundles of firewood you have gathered..

And to see the blood red sunshine you have drawn in that bland…colourless garden of life

Masked tiny creatures carrying trays laden with shells..

Embodiments of prophesied lives lived in and with or without them..them-love..hope..dreams…ambitions..

To find that one creature who might frisk past screeching your name..you must follow the voice..

Chasing with your hands tied..On your knees to reach touch a shell..

 And find that one shell that prophecies your freedom from this journey.. as a slave of time..

A voice leads to another voice and another… And you must twist and scatter and disfigure..

But each head that turns to face you… a medusa..

And you must look at it to escape into the next moment..

You are sculpted on the gallows..

To piece all those static bits.. to merge all the stone figures..you must burn..drown and disfigure to find..

To find…to find..to find.. to find…I must go on..to find..

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Oh Dear Man..Tell me..

Oh Dear Man..tell me..

I shed tears engraved with your name

I find pieces of me seething in pain,

The pieces you touch heave and sigh in your remembrance,

And the parts in oblivion to your soul.. lay still waiting to be asked…

 ”Would you like a ride to the dawn with me?…Where is it that you belong and what say is your story?”

They shrink in the drought of the long summer haul, blind creatures with a pitiful stature, feeding on pain that trickles down their layers…

 

But you walk away, back turned, darkening my heart in your shade,

Marked by memories in the scorching shape of your form,

I stand waiting to run, run far away from your scorn,

But stranded I am.. limp ,  no caves to hide……………..As all are lined along hills of the grieving town..

The town where paths lead astray to the homes of dead hopes, drunken wishes, follies of wants..

 

You are but a mad man, a wolf.. Fighting like the brave life and death for his pride..

For deeper dreams and friends that that fill your soul..

And I am but the prey of the calls you sound in the moonlight..

I find myself twisting away to seek the fork that finds me at my sun kissed doorstep,

Where I might find you to be a thought of another distant self,

Where light of love might remain a haze without a tryst with its dark shades..

 

Let me stroll back, do not call me back in time,

Let me forget that I met you on the lone walk one very eerie night,

I was straddled by a sudden bliss..but now the bliss churned with a deadly essence..

The callous reckless wanderlust of unrequited passions…Brimming the chalice of tonight’s spirit..

 I find my mind sinks into yours with a penchant to read thee like a manuscript about all that is life…

Oh dear man, tell me… where shall I seek your heart..

Else show me the route to that moment before..years ago..then I shall escape to find mine in whole..

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Departing

Let those minute pulses that beat in your mind, even as the breath has been felt and lost,

Let those beats faint away into void; let the breaths die their natural death,

Tie not the noose with one hand and pump your heart with another,

Either your hold, slacken it and let the beats, the breaths heave in deep agony,

And find your mind gushing with blood and tears of yesterday’s war,

Or drop the other hand and string the noose to the bell,

Let it ring in the mind and dull the lights on the those darkened days, dusky nights, chain the gates

Its time, it’s time to depart from the world of those wishful sensations,

Memories and questions, and desires clutch your heart, yet let’s depart;

To cleanse the heart that drowns in the pool of purple poison,

Let the heart beat to slander those memories, and yet as much as I try, all is still,

Hands shake, fighting the wolf’s claws to drag you back to that desert, the bindings of being human,

Can you depart the deserted land; pass the mirage not quenching your thirst?

Heart believes, beauty is just beyond the blinding horizon,

Is beauty indeed found, is faith brought back by a touch of innocence or just a lash of scalding truth?

Can beauty and faith be found in horrendous truth?

Pain, betrayal, unrequited love, unparalleled atrocities, Or is the child’s tear the only sacred beauty?

Do the birds of war and love embrace to find peace?

Does the desert finally show its true treasures and horrors?

And peace remains as delusional as the belief in the moon’s promise of shimmer on the dark fortnight?

Do the eyes droop and breathing ease resting on the bosom of a mate?

Or do yours and mine-souls,

Do we finally depart with pain in our bones and mirages in our eyes and thirst on our cracked lips?

But departing is only a trapping, the truth only a fantasy,

We are prisoners in our infinitely deserted land,

And answers evade and delude sinking into the sand.

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