The story of us

A first glimpse, oh it was so scandalous.
Dressed in “modest”, blinding pink but you did look fabulous.
Did it scare the daylights out of me ?
Or did those first few words make me go whee!! ?
Hope I didn’t make you pee!
Airy pretension,
Go on, go on till your heart’s content, you’re no sensation!
Soon to discover a ‘body of lies’,
What a sack of fries!, crummy and full of flies!
No! I won’t brook, why did you intend to court me?
Vain attempts and an ever increasing distance between you and what I see.
I returned to my ways, you to yours.
But something died thanks to the hours.
It wasn’t the quirky friendship that would stand the test of tides.
This which blossomed we would cherish as ours.
Sure. I went dutch.
Sure. You wouldn’t budge.
I succeed to forget
Was it me who kept coming back?
Didn’t you always call me a hack?
I like your puzzles,
Our chemistry grows and it fizzles.
You claim of prowess and mastery,
That single event pointed to your chicanery.
We’re as odd as an even and a one,
My heart surely you have won.
I’ve held you yours and you’ve held mine,
Hands you pervert! Its your company’s pleasure that I pine.
You may not have one, for you old friend, bestest chum, I’ll always be your valentine.

A Twist in the Tale

A journey to raze all,

The perils of a great big Fall.

The clutches of the frost,

Deters not at any cost.

The wrath of the serpentine path,

But me?, at the eye of the storm she hath.

All along an aquatic cover,

And atop a distant tower,

The sole thought of an enchanting goddess,

Of warmth and of immense fondness.

Shrouded in darkness and unwilling to unveil,

The course as uncertain as her trail.

Thoughts returned of that dreaded fall,

That hilarious night I vividly recall.

All the gallantry and all the pain,

Sheer mockery and in real vain.

The key to her kingdom?

She'd said-"later you bum!".

The lost love

For you I long,

O angel of the moonlight song,

With me you belong.

Draped in ravishing white,

Almost blinding bright,

Still soothing is your sight.

Dare peer into those eyes,

Larger than gaping skies,

Of wonder black and o so wise.

In the softest lilt,

A heart would wilt,

Upon my ears dearest felt.

A glance your way,

You turn and I scarper away,

This game of love I play.

Unknown universe to unfold,

Joy to behold,

But only for the bold.

Of passion and care,

Emotions flare,

It's cupid's snare.

With your warmth and grace,

Wash my sins without a trace,

Beg put me to my place.

Slake my thirst,

Shelter me with your trust,

To shores of Eden we must.

To make dear, your heart

Frayed has mine and is torn apart,

Without you is a life to depart.......

The journey to grace

She sneaked in right through the front door,

And dove straight into the deepest core.

She hung around a little while,

Until we were just about a mile.

The waves slapped against the shore,

Why would I want more?

I saw her slip and I saw her frail,

I didn't move I wouldn't bail.

A gentle touch, out came a smothered scream,

I wouldn't have it, I saw the seam.

She sowed seeds of birth,

It bloomed into the faintest mirth.

She had me coiled in her vine,

But vines support and it felt divine.

She looked grotesque at best,

But what lay within, no force would ever test.

But as I set, great shadows loomed,

There was a feeling that all was doomed.

As the beast within me unveiled itself,

That beauty wouldn't forgive herself.

I wander the shores, I look for the waves,

The seas are dry and my heart caves.

The tides have changed and so have lives,

I've enjoyed the rides and the heavy knives.

This day it ends and we part our ways,

But I'll love you forever and for always.

Poles apart

That silence is deafening and sets me into disquietude. Blaring sirens go off with consummate tranquility. As moments flit past thoughts recur, rewind. Each time driving the nail further down. Each memory turns into a piercing shrapnel. Its titillating and throbbing. One that tries to belie the inexorable truth. Her gentility a foil to my bestial ways. I wonder and marvel at her imperfections. Those which perfectly light up my world. Devoid of traits noteworthy, those which I see in others and those which they portray, which sits so fulsomely in that bloody biological void which palpitates in all its futility. I catch fleeting glimpses of her intentions whose kernels elude me. I forage for clues in those misleading trails. Flustered with her omnipresence yet contrasting absence. Stranded in a island whose shores she frequents and ebbs. She is the sea. She's the island's all and only neighbor. The island waits for the deluge. Tempests run amok this island as whimsically as wafts of insane sanity. A threshold so daunting and so chimerical as much as figment. The more I seek the farther, the more distant she goes, elusive her. Be rid of her I can't even if I may so try. I chase a shadow and the next moment try and run away from it. Not mutually exclusive not mutually inclusive. A drudging troll am I and she an angelic elf. My affection as profound as my blind hate. A venom without which death is a certainty. Life blooms or withers? Am I falling into an endless abyss or perfectly still? If we are poles apart then our universe is horseshoe-shaped. Not a moment later I'm an asymptote and her Descartes' Folium.

Gratitude

The phantasm of your mind(sic). It dunno how it originated and I wonder if its finite. The composite elements certainly speak otherwise. Fewer modes have come close to leaving me as entranced in its resonating wake. A black hole for all who tread its path. Its essence ever growing and always rekindled with its own offspring and others. A keystone in the justification of human grandeur.

Spanning between the simple and intricate each intricate or simple in the eyes of the beholder. A master at inducing moods. A haven for some and utopia to others. Tranquility for the those who seek it and a kick in the teeth for those who want it. Your best friend when there is none. Words to some, sounds to others, life to many. It has seemingly enriched most aspects of our lives, with the possible exception of science may be, to which it its a subject of fascination. It portrays society, history, philosophy, love and at times nothing!. Its the voice of the world. It echoes in eternity(sic). It will leave your feet tapping, hips swaying, heads banging. It might well leave you in tears.

An amalgamation of the feelings of exultation, of crumbling away, of peace, of vengeance, of abhorrence, of remorse, of poignancy, of forlorn, of longing... and some inexplicable.The whole nine yards. It leaves one enraptured and craving for more. If recreating/repeating it is so invigorating then conceiving it must be something else. Its an indispensable part of all our lives. I thank god (if there exists) for gifting humans with a sense of music.(I wonder though if other senses are capable of gratifying us in the same way independent of the others)

Self Preservation

The endless craving for another's company, for too long have I blindly lived under this philosophy, this ideal, this longing to find comfort and solace amid what has felt like chaos and everlasting turmoil. I don’t really question my actions often enough. I’ve let my instinct grope for gentleness and care and warmth of a delicate flower not realizing that I’m in prickly, deadly swamp. I’ve looked too long for generous hearts and hearts I did find generously- in a pile of dead bodies – fucking dead hearts. I’ve deluded myself into thinking that there’s innocence, generosity, honor still out there. If it’s still out there then it’s a fucking travesty of what it should be is what I say. Humanity is fucking fallacy men like me fall for. Love inspires selfishness, people covet. It is love that’s the true cause for this endless saga. Evil’s the alter ego all that is good. There’s no good, it’s still just survival out there. In this world, where I’ve been taught selflessness is a virtue, there exists possibly none. All of us grow up. Why can’t I live without pain? The Buddha was right. Freedom from desire is the only way to attain salvation. In this context it’s quite immaterial. I just don’t want this mountain on my back anymore. I don’t want to please anyone anymore. It’s just me, more me and a lot more of me. Fuck all these rules of humans have invented -the courtesies, the manners and the etiquettes to allure people. If it feels good to see others happy then you're dumb, they don't give a fuck!. These phases have scarred my life long enough. I can’t in fact actually believe that I once enjoyed being in such a pitiable state. I’ve always innately felt that someday something bright will dawn. It didn't, it won't. Happiness is not peace. If I stopped talking to most people I know and talk only when it’s a matter of self preservation then no harm could come to me - This way I can't possibly hurt anyone else. If I decided to turn a deaf ear to what people have to say then I’ll never feel hurt. I don’t want their words of praise intertwined with conceit and deceit to delude me again.There has to be balance in nature. If there’s good there’s evil. If there’s happiness there is sadness. What if I contribute neither?