TANGLED VIBES

The lines on a map trace out, Like pronoia seeps in veins under my skin, You bit me with your forget-me-not hazel eyes And now I'm poisoned with constellations, It makes sense though. Where you are, Is where every road in my body leads to. P.S - I am sorry to every one of you, really finding it hard to be in sync with corporate life and blogger life.

Sometime I feel, Why can’t I speak, of the sky and the worlds that I see Perhaps my words are as little as me. I see oceans so deep, filled with broken people’s love weep; Clouds so dark because of the rain that break their heart; A flying ship, stars that can shoot, Perhaps my life is best spent astute. I see vast blue skies, blue due to million spoken lies; Poor planets cries in form of rains, for the moon when his/her heart pains; but they heals with dry eyes and their rings again spin, Perhaps my patience runs thin. I see flow of God’s art, art that can rip your heart apart; Sparks so tiny, Engulfing a forest into flames huge and shiny; A foes that can fry, friends that can fight, Perhaps my waifs never outlast after night. I see a seeming sad, silent moan, inside holding a mighty teary cyclone; Waves rising so high, just to last for a minute before they die; but tonight I speak, and writes this rejected bleak, because the dark-space is nigh,...

My poetry is a museum where I keep my skins peeling it off after taking off all my clothes in a place full of unknowns, someday people pick the flowers to bring to the graves of all the skins I shed in the form of my words Some gets so comfortable they want to see every inch of my skin Other are too terrified that they put daggers into my neck, the moment I unbutton my collar button.  

I’ve been writing for ten seasons now sometime in the five o’clock shadow to overcome my apathy for survival, sometime to get out of my candle waxed dreams that I have burned at the cross with mainstream reality, sometime cross-stitching my longing and stringing every vowels like Christmas light to write anything worth putting a meaningful title to but none of it worked until I started to let my bones to get burned in the mouth of madness and realized brightest are the flames that burns the most So now I drink my thoughts straight and smoke out every words that comes but that doesn’t mean I’m poet or lover or writer or anything worth calling may be just a ghostly cyborg turned into punching bag metaphors who prefers chaos between love and peace for learning how to live in myself because when as a kid I was asked what’s the difference between love and war? I told them I don’t know the difference and now I’m almost twenty two and the only d...

One night, I fell in Love with the idea to excavate all my fragmented scribe and ink that was spilled to describe on a crumbled up parchment in my dingy apartment   And Excavated, every word with fitful fingers acting like scythe with the tears borne in my eyes past skin, tissue and rind disguise until, naked and trembling, I took a deep breath and dah excavated back the last word from the last throbbing ink and my veins to bare the messed up tangled sheets raw, boneless inside still shivering like heavenly soul caught in cold with a frenzied look in every brittle word and screeching like a caged bird those tangled sheets, started thrusting its small thin, soft body again and again up against the windows pane searching for an elusive holy fire to turn its composites into ashen pyres because essence of those words was dying from the core along with the dreams it forswore Yes, it hurt no, I don’t know why I did it but I walked away lettin...

Nothing heightens the pleasure senses like ‘Memorable Memories’ and when Anita tagged me for My most memorable memento contest , I was dazed as well as flabbergasted because one i'm not someone who is comfortable in writing personal  memory and moments and second I had to choose one memento from the smallest of things that triggers my transportation to some places so strange and so beautiful that they leave me speechless. Memories are a gorgeous things. The small pieces of our past, are always safe in our memories and tonight I have to open this box of chocolates to find out which of keepsake tastes more honeyed tonight. I looked in my closet and the 14 billion neurons firing at a speed of 450 miles per hour in my brain started searching for the keepsake that matters the most. Interplay of opposite how beautiful, isn’t it?  The events in our lives happens in sequence in time. However, in their significance to ourselves, they find their own order, almost like a continuous...

Lay on the bed and think which is yellow, which is pink the lady wrapped in clothes the lovers exchanging notes the air smells like breeze take a sigh, take a wheeze Sit on the bench and look the random flow of the brook you know you loved her once at least you had a few runs let the river take you away you get to live another day Get up and take a walk meet a stranger for a talk the trees continue to waver times don’t get any easier baby steps here and there just smile and show you care Look to the sky and wonder God couldn’t be any smarter the world you know is perfect your life is yours to direct just spread your arms and fly and times would ride you on high

I have always been a wanderer It was just that no one knew I always relish in being forgotten Being lost into the oblivion Lovers, you say What about it? Like the dew of mornings Cherish it for the happiness it brings. Sacred places, you say are meant for prayers. But the truth is, walls of hospitals have heard more prayers each day. Cobwebs of past hold me But I can’t go back. I look back, but not for long For I have to go on. Destination? I do not know For none is my ally Nor my foe

Slithering around in the dark shadow of the lonely forest, Devoid of Sun warmth, devoid of anything divine Felt Entangled in existing shackles in an ambience of gloom Does here lies Satan’s demented soldier; or resides harbinger of doom Marching ahead feeling restless and helpless, searching a path of truce The end almost unknown to me , Was I destined to end up in a noose But faith has something else in my share, Mother nature did the save , a sight so serene and so fair Fear can sheath the quill, but prayer always weaves another will an amber cloaking the morning dew, Valhalla will even steal this hue Mine, yours, free falling, zero gravity dreams Can never show you a so limpid river glideth, and wooden bridge gleam Green algae and cobble stone, Icing earth in joy, in woe Like those calm water running under and wetting the wooden piers Some lonely verses are inked in lonely tears No matter what you find, Natural Beauty is climate of mind I would cheris...

* Topic: Write a poem based the following photo prompt. Sailing alone, far from the shore, towards the high and mad sea   A melancholy strain touches my eye; I feel a sense of qui vive I see sun sloped down the clouds; brilliant brightness of the sky going pale I hear the silence raspy requiem, Singing in the sky I see no nightingale. There is stillness in the air the whirling wind has suddenly given his frown  The sanity of the sky comes to a standstill As if it would take years to reach down  The arid arena shows no signs of life  as if waiting for a stirring storm  I see no bird or beast pass by; the bluntness beyond any norm  Bones infested with growing fear, realization gives me a serpent kiss  Till now under a spotless cloud of ignorance, I was asking for bliss.  Once free from manacles of birth, the beauty in beauty never wanes  No bed is warmer than grave; without mutual acceptance love is vain....

Cheers to life even when things go wrong as they sometime will when the road you are trudging seems all uphill when the sorrow is high Just Smile even you have to sigh Because life is full of up and down it’s a queer with its twists and turn Where every one of us want the crown and at every step something we learn And if you feel down a bit Just rest please don’t quit Don’t give up, cheers to life Because failure will always turn about Life is what you make it And to win, you have to stuck it out There will be moment when places will seem low Just move on remember you might succeed with another blow

Its been ten year  Since the last time I felt  That pain Pain of rubbing ashes on my chest Ashes of my dear Indians Ashes of the believes " UNITY IN DIVERSITY " Of all those Millions Who's life changed that day Loved one lost ! killed! Left away. Those were the things I heard about Read about but never ,ever  Thought realized about long before that day. It's been so long When I walked far far away from the streets  That was screamed in red Blood And now even after ten year These thoughts agitate me  Such that I almost forget myself here Either I am dead , or my watch has stopped Its been ten year Since the last time I cried And now there is nothing Which I can feel, Nor anthing which I can fear  Even my tears have dried Its been ten year and now I have walked far far away  P S :-  The photo above is clicked during the Godhra riots in 2002 . 

  I just want to go back to the time  which was so prime where I was creator in my own whims  When Every night I used to sleep in my mother lap covered with her drape I just want to go back to the time where In the world of Toys I used to find my Ultimate Joys when sitting on the father shoulder seems the greatest height of the world I just want to go back to the time when the greatest story teller was only my grand mother when dream only meant flying airplane  and being bird When Aim was just to reach The sun When desire was Just to have some stars in my pocket I just want to go back to the time  which was so prime where I was creator in my own whims  P.S -  All of us have moments in our childhood where we come alive for the first time. And we go back to those moments and think, This is when I became myself.  

Picture credit : Internet Before the inception of feelings or before your arrival in my life I was like time and tide,waiting for none  my life was moving like a molten sapphire , where i was a creator in my own whims.. But now all i want to stay by your side.. like an air which you breathe every moment every second  together .. facing the harsh sun ..  sometime trying to be your shade .. But here I stand Everyday Imagining your silhouette  breathing a new leash of life When Sunbeams wake you  in the morning, When Moon coolness take you into endless dream, Tied in the shackles of these moments, Every moments I am with you on this journey Watching you from a distance But desire is to stay with you "All i want to be dowsed in the same drop  that has touched you so dearly " but being on the another twig  I could  never touch you once  So here I stand Treasuring  all these wetting silky moments Into ...

When I feel low I dont want it to show Coz I know U love me!! But my silence will act as a poison Which is slow I need u.... Always.... When I am alone I need ur hand on my head Which will give me a support to lead Really I need u... When somebody hurts me Its u who console me I need u... When no one is with me M incomplete without u At every turns n twist of life Happy n sad moments When i'm low When i'm alone Everyday,everynight....each n every moment I need u... I NEED U...MOM!!! Post written by : Manali Kashyap She is pursuing her B.tech in civil engineering from Kalinga Institute of Industrial Technology. She is a very nice conversationalist and someone I love talking to. She is unequivocally the most “cranky” person I have met and irrevocably a freak !!! She chooses to live and believe in dreams, She has unnatural talent in acting !! This School friend of mine is inspiring me with her speech :) A true straight-on-face friend that she is,...

Every day I fail to close my heart For some fervent feelings That I don’t want to feel So every day I am hurt Every day I fall in love with a fairy tale That together we are sailing away Doesn’t matter even if it’s against the gale Onto the crest of a new day Together we are singing aloud our lay Doesn't matter what comes in our way So every day I am hurt Every day i fight back with my desire and wish Wish to see you Desire to be with you So every day i am hurt Every day I had this dream That together we are painting our love With utmost care Breaking the silence that we share Together we are walking thousand miles Forgetting about the start and end line Everything seems quite fine Just like people feel after having a bottle of wine My heart is filled with happiness divine So every day I’m hurt After I wake up As for me world is again blurt

                                            I just want to be a Phoenix bird so that every time i am dumped by fate turning my inspiration dream, confidence, hope in ashes.. I will rise again from the ashes, this time even more stronger , more hopeful, more confident.. I just want to be a Phoenix bird so that every time I sacrifice some little simple word making some wonderful sentence like .. I love you, I miss you, I am falling for you, it grow within me this time even with stronger feeling and bonding.. I just want to be a Phoenix bird... the bird of paradise, born in flame ending in flame swift as light whose spirit never dies

I put my hand in the fire, now I’m burned Obviously my heart will also burn sometime have learned my lesson so I wouldn’t complain I made mistakes but there's no one to blame Knowing there's no way to change, No way to stop the pain That had now taken the Shape of silence within me. I thought that was good for me Now Pain is not there but gone But I never had that clue That this silence Will always make me blue. Now Silence has taken the shape Of amoeba within me, No matter where I go, What I do How happy I am It seems to persist within me And always gush through my mind.