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Showers..”“

With the drizzle today

I breathed wide calm

A sweet sensation like as iff

Has ran inside my vertical-am

Rough torn voices

Immicating my-self from my-own-being

Telling some stories some tales

Shadded black mere-ly tough were they

With every single drop that kissed earth 

Brought a token of love from haven

From gods and kings and queens

Of too the ones whom something they meen

Such was the shower today

Brizzles of golden tar 

Graving on our(humans) heart…Cont.,

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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.

CRY

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Weeping, wailing, sniveling, blubbering..

Call it by any name

Yet to me ,

An inevitable sensation

That pushes my  pain  in some motion

sometimes a notion

Revering and relaxing

Drifting and dredging

ME

From those rusting thoughts emotions feeling

Or whatever the name be

Something  for sure tough

That Often

Finds some imaginary place

In my god-dam cellular space

Making me loose my base

Blotting me with a severe headache……

At-last

It helped, no it really did

I felt good I felt at peace

Yes , in this process

Though I often lost a  lot of water

Flushing up my big black floating thing (eyes)

With

Some fresh canteen some fresh flacon

But ever-time this therapy worked.

Its not some stuff that only “girls” dress in

It’s a natural therapy which

We all undergo once in their life

I  you everyone does

Lest occasions may vary.

 

ANXIETY..,

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Foolish panaroid

Of a bright future.

Isee what is only

Deterimental to myself

Detached

Forgotten

Yearning to be loved.

Asking to be held.

Apprehensive and clouded in my own

Space.

Clouded by my own preception

Of the desolation of this world.

Why..?

How could i possibly feel any less than what

I have already become ?

Confused

Shameful

Terrorized

And Angry…

All is well

I am loved.

I don’t understand

Why then what when

ANXIETY falls in me…?

 

THE TASTE OF SNOW

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High up there

After

Messing on some hilly toes

Got somewhere

Where wind was tight

Though

Dim was light

Surrounded by snow fed mountains

And cluster of clouds ;

I stood firm just to cherish

The scene-tic beauty

A deep silence was there

The very moment i took a deep breath …

Something got into my nerves

Cold very cold

Penetrated deep inside

And then that chilling cold stuff

Started kissing my body

From head to toe.

The clock went on a sleep mode

And

I was lost to an unknown world then..

……………………………..

………………….

……

At last

I drained some fuel in me

woke up from a dream

And

Finally marched back to reality..

SHOULD I LOVE OR SHOULD I HATE…?

Screenshot_2015-12-02-10-05-57_1449031003077How ironical is it; we start hating the person whom we have loved somewhere in past. does anything changes in that very person or just like that a feeling of envoy arises for that chap. love and hatred are the two sides of same coin, two sides of the same person;it took me long to realize this. when we love someone , we love something about her/him ; may it be personality traits ,melodious voice ,eyes to die for or something it may be,but it is always something not everything ,we just love a part of them;likewise when we hate them we hate a part of them. so is it our perception that changes about them or they really change in some way…..?

– ξkshayavata

A lazy Day

HOLY SUNSHINE
STUCK AT MY WINDOW PINE,
BED STUCK MOOD
LOOKING FOR SOME FOOD,
RUSTY THOUGHTS
MIND FULL OF CLOTS,
LATE NIGHT SHOWS
MANAGED IT SOMEHOW;
THREATENING COMMENTS
FROM PARENTS AND TENANTS
PUSHING ME TOWARDS MY PENANCE,
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NOON PUSHED TOO FAST
AND ME STILL STUCK AT THE BREAKFAST
AT LAST I STEPPED IN FOR A SHOWER
BUT TO MY FATE
WATER WAS MISSING ITS POWER;
ANYHOW I FLUSHED UP MY FACE
JUST TO FEEL BETTER IN THE MAZE
IT WAS 4’O CLOCK ON THE TICK-TOCK
AS I FLYE’E MY EYES OVER THE CLOCK,
FOR OTHERS HALF OF THE DAY WAS OVER
BUT
FOR ME I JUST STARTED IT OVER;
THAT’S HOW I PUSH MYSELF
ON A LAZY DAY
MAKING EACH HOUR SPECIAL
AND SWEEPING IN EACH MOMENT OF THE DAY

IRONY OF MY LIFE

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Though

Life is a journey

And

I am just an amateur

Still learnt a bit,

The high u dream

The more it pains

The more u dwell deep inside.

Despite of this

I dream,

As it keeps me alive.

Living life

Without any expectation

Makes it more soothing

At least

Ur not afraid of drowning back

And there is nothing to loose;

But without expectations

Life becomes lifeless,

Variety and diversity

Both are breathing souls.

There were days I used to spend hours on social sites

Blabbering something

Looking for something

Being

Unaware of “something “.

At beginning

I thought

I was the controller

But

By time reversal turned to reality.

That very day

I Learned something

That

Being social is good

Only when u r rich

Rich enough to entertain them

Ur so called FRIENDS

Because

After the show is over

A CLOWN holds no value.

So its good to be alone

Or be with them

Who can relive Ur pain

Rather than feeling it.

Often

People look for a puppet show in Ur life.

In past few months I have met enormous men

Seen thousands of them

Each bearing a different face

At every other occasion.

I don’t know what my life will be

Good, bad or something

Mystery remains underfunded

But

I have learned the tact of reading human faces,

Face that bears a mask

Which will change according to u,

Sounds funny ,but true.

Though there are many lessons

Enormous treasures

Which are still to be unlocked

And

To be looked upon in my life

I still search for a companion

With whom I can share my life with….

Hope some day or other

I will place myself besides one….

-ξkshayavata