the flute

in its brisk stagger
across the glistened glade,
a clarion is made,
to the earthy town.

unleashing future
in bounties
of a self-made man
through a pollen shower
of red lilacs

ramming it's path
which leads to his ear
and touches his heart
in the sound of a twilight shower

"o mystic wind,
you smell of my beloved
in your distinct garb,
you brought him here
and embraced me in your breeze"

i proclaim

1. not to expect anything because expectation is ungratifying
2. to induce a sense of clarity in all my endeavors, because you cannot live in grey forever
3. to see through things for their greater hidden cause
4. nothing can devastate me, as long as i 'think'
5.to acknowledge love in all its manifestations
6. to understand animals better than social animals
7.trust is instinctive and faith is worked upon
8.what can't be reasoned cannot be acknowledged
9.to have no regards for self-depreciating morons
10.that silence is the most beautiful thing two people share, provided they are in love
11.acceptance is survival
12.its good to shed tears (annually)
13.life is best lived in moments and experiences
14.to learn to differentiate between 'impulse' and 'instinct'
15.to value the power of expression
16.to do things only if they interest me
17.defeat is not purposeless
18.its not difficult to understand nature's plan if you see it on a large size map
19. words are a thing of joy as long as they are put to correct use
20.relationships are complicated if you don't know what to seek from them
21.to look for depth in matter and its anti
22. a person who has learnt to be alone has learnt to live
23.generalisations tend to confuse me, because no two people are same
24- to watch closely my thoughts every time i wish to express
25. independence is a necessity
26. i am born to dance apart from what i do
27. yes you can read a person like a book, over and over again provided it;s interesting
28. shadows aren't deceptive. just know yourself well
29. everything has an innate music, pleasant mostly
30. worldly age is deceptive

i believe in i and surrender everything else to it.

designed by eddies

what is darkness?

a lost hope,

a vengeful day

a cold moon

a plain defeat

an antidote to happiness

it's wonderful how grief becomes an inspiration

to experience life in stillness of emotion

a bare lull in the cacophony of silence.

a night well spent

After flipping thirty pages of a stray magazine, fatigue began to hit her tremendously. She is lying on the magazine in a half-dead state, pretending to ignore the marching hands of the wall-clock.

ten minutes to two, eleven minutes to two, twelve minutes to two.

Sleep eluded her from several days and today was nothing different. She is in no mood to track her eye-lid movement. It was fourteen blinks per minute yesterday. So, she decides to track the obscure shadows instead.

By 2.40, she possibly became familiar with all the neighbourhood car alarms. She saw her head tapping to one. In a sudden twitch, her neck began to hurt badly which coaxed her otherwise stiff body to see the night of the day.

Emergency lamp is turned off.

Like a glaring warden, emergency light of the phone commands her tiny pupils to expand. She had flashed her phone at the window after hearing quaint noises. As she began to concentrate, she felt the window at the extreme corner of the room, being smashed by a pointed object. Perhaps a knife or an equivalent sharp object. It induces copious fear in her now fully-awaken system.

She trembles incessantly as she follows the continual low sounds of the abrasive glass.
It's quarter to four and she decides it's time for some immediate action before the robber makes his way through the glass window. Meanwhile she thinks of peeping throught the window but rules it out as it might alert the robber who would in turn injure her.

She formulates a plan or rather two. She plans to get to the kitchen and collect all the dangerous tools of mass consumption. red chilly powder always yields results. She decided she'll blow the red elixir into the robber's eye through the tiny slit betweent he window and the grill. This plan seemed perfect until she realised she will be all alone executing it and it didn't go quite well with her.

So, she decided to wake her mother in the adjacent room instead. She quickly tip-toed and frantically woke up her devilishly sleeping mum.

"Are you okay?"
"You sure it's not a dream?", asked the groggy-eyed mum.

She voiced her fear in the most aggressive manner and convinced her mother of the robber's misdoing. Together they marched at the battlefield, to the adjacent room. On the way she explained how swift these robbers are screeching the glass pane, in order to break it and enter.

Her mum sheds a drop of sweat, while she is bathing in it. She remains near the kitchen, backing up her carefully chosen resources while her mum walks up to the window.

Mother fixes her eye and tries to follow the sound. Her breath is tight and is released in a cranky haul at the window. She lifts the asian- sky- shop excercise rod and knocks it against the window, producing a loud meowwwwwwwwww.

it's 4.25 and she burries her swollen eyes unto the ground, while the mother walks away into her room grumbling .

elevation

every step becomes,
a milestone,
in the discovery of
'i'
leading to a pedigree of
unusual
'how and 'why'

the tale of survival,
is inscribed in blood
tearing the myth
of its ceaseless pain

what's forgone,
in the rites of humanity,
haunts you forever
in your bare chastity

swords rattle every
tiny second,
as battles watch them
in their naked closure

'you become the player,
and fall to your fallacies
or become the spectator
in the eye of poised victory'

choices we make, stakes we decide
fate we make, destiny we bribe.