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Àn old dream…Gud ? Bad?.,

It was 0630 when the door turned inside. And 

“Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know 

Someday we gonna dance with those lions 

Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin” 

 was the track playing at the back. Sounds of treadmill and step-ups churned up with the hip hop track. Young crowed was busy preying on bench-press when my eyes got locked over a bright gloomy face. Well tonn-ed was she and her dim blue light eyes. I ignored her ;then for a moment and paced up on-with the mill. She bent swiftly to tighten up her shoe laces and all the Men started some monochromatic exercise where In their eyes were locked over her curve. Well maybe that’s why we men’s are said to be good observant . She pulled up herself on the treadmill next to me making herself comfortable on the platform , but by that time I was about to knock of just when she murmured something. Her politeness buried my blankness . Her red lips were mesmerizingly soft and clean ; neither any scratch mark  nor any dead spots ,just soft and gloomy. She again spoke just to wake me from an early morning dream and In a nice clean voice she asked me for some help. Believe me I went into a shock at once , but turning to my gentleness and bearing my “THE MAN’S ” title I acknowledged her and moved on with it. This was the start of a new friendship . From that day onwards we started training together; may then it be a track-walk or pressing weights on bench-press . By keeping my gentleness cloaked this bond of ours bended up in a smooth way. Within no time track walk turned into long drives and gym got replaced by night-pubs. That was our first night-out, at least for me it was first. I suited up and she was too dressed in a pink gown. The night was cozy and winds were tight . We just pulled in some shots and abruptly she told those three distinctive words which every boy on this planet is dying to hear. Well at first I resisted myself to answer it but when she touched my lips with hers ,ahh-mm a yes pop-ed out.

Finally with ting-tong of my alarm bell I woke from this old sweet dream , flushed my face twice-thrice to wake up all my senses and finally returned back to reality.

THE PIANO GIRL….

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Dim were the lights

Till she stepped inside

Illuminating it

With… her aura, her presence, her sigh..,

 

Her eyes 👀

Filled in with holy liquid

In which squidded

A bright green sandstone

Varnished with love in it.,

 

The table stood upright

Holding the lady

In her mighty PLIGHT

 

To support their new HEIR

Candles and fire-sticks

Glorified her glare

 

At-last

She placed

Her white bright glowing hands

On those little musical strands

 

The palace got suffocated

With those magical notes

she perforated

Out

Through dark glossy windows

coagulated in rows

 

I still remember that BEAUTY

Her splendid smile , her serenity

That night that we went

Where words were kept at rent

 

The only thing

I remember of that night

Was/Is

The melancholic music

An angel brewed with shear calmness

But

Nothing else….,

 

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I still remember the day i was preparing fresh lime water for the first time. I ended up adding almost five times the lemon  required 🍋 . Finally it was a disaster now. How i wish i could remove some lemon juice from water to make it taste perfect again ! But alass!              some things can never be undone.                                                                                                              some things can never be changed .                                                                                                            The only way to correct this was to add four more glasses of water and dilute the lemon juice to make five glasses of fresh lime water… 🍹                                                                                      this made me think …….!                                                                                                                                sometimes we cannot undo somethings that have gone wrong in life. Some wrong decisions , wrong choices, wrong investments, wrong actions, wrong associations, wrong words or wrong doings can never be undone..                                                                                          so what is the solution then ?                                                                                                                         When you cannot correct what you have done wrong , do not waste more time over it . It is like attempting to remove lemon from water .                                                                                    Instead , get busy in adding so Manny right things in your life that the wrong seems insufficient ……. And at last turn i into lemonade and then drink it with peace…🤣

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PAGES OF MY DIARY

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Clogged in dust

Waiting to burst

 

Bent at the edges

Demanded some poetic wages

And so then

At last

I filled I some ink

Raised the pen

And

Made a blink, …

 

Many thoughts buffered around

In so called

My thinking ground

 

I shifted the nib

Up and down

Making some writings

In her holy town

 

As my pen touched soft belly

She frowned majestically

Like a soft jelly,

 

Finally, I wrote something

On her naked soul

Good bad…?

Still looking for the poll

 

She was wrapped

In my writings from head to toe

Yet I left behind some space

Pending to doe….

Continue reading PAGES OF MY DIARY

AN UNKNOWN STARNGER

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I Stalked The Arousing Curiosity

Of How It May Feel

To Touch Her Skin ;

I Walked Calmly After Her

Dying to Commit This Blood Lust Sin;

I Prowled Behind Her Silently

Through Dark Alleys at Night

Following Her Perfumed Scent

Chasing Her Out of Sight;

I Followed the Taste Of

Rhythmic Blood Flow

Following The Hunger of Soft Flesh

And The Thirst of Her Blood

That Only I Would Know;

To My Shock

She Turned Around

Stared Right Back at Me

As If

She Felt the Feeling of This Folk;

I Was Stunned

Her Carnished Brown Eyes

Astrous….

The Face of an Angel

And

What an Angel She Was;

With A Head Bow

She Began to Tow

Her Curvy Body Towards Mine

As It Turned Nine;

Two Feeling Ran in My Veins

Joy and Fear

Joy for She Turned

Fear to Why She Did So…?

She Came Close Looked Up

And

Stole Away My Breath;

In A Soft and Clean Voice

She Spoke Something Nice

Her Cherish Red Lips

And

Her Extremely Blushing Cheeks,

What A Beauty….

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That Same Voice

Again Ran in Through My Ears

Braking My Connection

With That Heavenly Soul;

She Was Looking for Some Address

Wrapped in A Beautiful Dress

Waiting To Greet

Someone Across The Street;

Coming Back to My Gentleness

I Showed Her Destiny

Turned Around

And

Walked Away Without Looking Back Again….;

Tough I Didn’t Said Anything

But My Heart Knows What It Was Like

That Feeling, That Curiosity

Or

May Call It My Prodigy,

I Still Remember That Beauty

And Can Pen Down Her Serenity

Each Time Differently……

A DAy WITH U

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A jar full of penny
A song to puff my ears at any 🕗
A long drive;
A glass of 🍷 wine
Coupled with
Some chicken
At nine,
Gorgeous night
Along-there
Astra-ls dine
Blinking and placing their crime;
Followed by..
A pleasant sunshine
Any birds to chime
Remembrance of UR rhyme
And U;
Tight sniffing winds
In which
By time I rinse;
Ur attire
That put me in a satire
Ur glamorous face
And that smile
Ahmm Ahmm
And U;
Sometimes
I hope for a day
A day out with U
Creating an emptiness
N
Making some happiness
To U…..😉

-ξkshayavata