Speaking Eyes

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She fell of the rung . He came running through the doors .  Her ankle was hurt , minor injury though .  He could not bear her suffering . She looked through his eyes ,  the same pain and suffering  she was going through for past 10 years . The separation had been traumatising .  They had moved on in life but that  moment took them 10 years back.

“Honey, I have told you so many times not to use this ladder , its broken “. Throwing the ladder away he lifted her in his arms . He put her on sofa , softly caressing  her ankle  and asked ,”Is the pain bad ? , she said.” No , it doesn’t seem to be, but it’s paining severely “. He ran for the first aid kit , and started  applying cream . Unable to bear the pain , she twitched his  biceps . He tried to divert her attention by kissing her on the forehead  ,playing with her hair , hugging her . Slowly he took his hands running down her body and gave a twist to the ankles . She shouted and pushed him apart.

Shouting she said, ” It hurts , don’t press it too hard ” , lost in his thoughts he came back to senses and asked , “May I know where is the first aid kit kept ? 

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Manipulators

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The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .

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Somethings……..

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There are always Something’s in life which are best understood by ‘just yourself’ . Each one in life goes through a phase making them feel as ‘life turning into one hell’ . How complicated the situation is turning out can be just felt by you . You are surrounded by people who are giving you hope, willing to believe in you . People who are trying to make you understand to take a step , to make a rational decisions . But your mind tells ‘Its something’ which no one can understand’ . Its something which only my mind knows the complexity of the situation. Consolers are always ready with their sympathizer pill. Well known are roaming around in empathizer environment . Both parties are trying their best to get your mojo back . But the feeling of ‘something’ can’t be neglected . You fight to hold on , at the same time fight to let go . Humans always quote out of anger ‘just try to put yourself in my shoes’ . But even if they do so , the intensity cannot be equalized . You meet them half way through. As I am in my ‘Something phase ‘ , I would turn worse hypocrite if I tell ‘I never belong to the party of consolers and empathizers ‘ . All belong to the continuous turns of role play , Humans try to understand each other but end up knowing nothing about the others . Because it is that ‘Something’ which matters and will always matter .
This whole crap written above can be somewhat described in an optimistic way in the famous quote .

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.’

Trust is All I give , Trust is What I need

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Gloomy  days are passing by ,

which crept like a shadow

Haunted in the dreamy nights

numbing my first light

 

beacon of hope came to rescue ,

bloggers around the world as hue

 

Branching out in virtual life,

gave me strength

Made few bonds in length

 

Doubts cripples us is never

have I denied

Open with the confide

 

Trust is life’s difficult task

It is what I ever ask

 

As Trust is All I can give

Trust is what I need …

 

Clear Conscience

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Struggling through the years

Watching yourself live in constant fears ,

Emerging from the unwanted moat

Felt the gloat coming from the throat

 

A new chapter begun,

It is never-ending, you

can’t rid the shun

remnants of struggle backfired ,

battling the desires

 

Just one thing you aimed ,

Clear conscience to reclaim

Never wanting to be the part

of world game

How I wish the ‘overcame’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nature’s Silence III

From The Past Few Days…..

Senses of the plunges begun,

deposits of remorse trying to shun

Sometimes it works , at times stagnates

pulling all away like a magnet

The sun is new each morning,

efforts at best to leave the hauling

A walk out of the blue bumps,

I leave my fear outside the temple

irregular rains bring me a smile

howl of the winds slows my mile

Each steps brings closer to the dome

whilst I wish to never end my roam

 

Miscellany

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Being an avid watcher and a reader ….(as every blogger is I guess)…I became a hoarder in my life . Lately I realized that I could have shared my collection with the world . My collection started with books,  magazines , newspaper cut-outs to sitcoms being latest . Now my conundrum is, few quotes from each chunk has filled my desktop. So here I present my rigmarole . Hope someone can make sense out of it .

When life altering moment occurs,people remember …..(Castle) 

If you keep people pushing away..you will end up alone…(Castle)

Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can’t because things have changed so much…(Grey’s Anatomy)

How did you get so smart ??-  Claire  ” I always assumed baby adoption or baby switch”- Haley ….(Modern Family)

History is that certainty produced at the point  where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation. (Book- Julian Barnes- The sense of ending)

“I am married already three time already.  May be you are looking for the  right man? ….They always look rite at the start….(My Week With Marilyn)

And I had learned the hard way that sometimes even with the purest intentions we make things worst when we do our best to make things better…(Shantaram) 

News tells you what people did . Gossip tells you how much you enjoyed it …(Shantaram)

Optimism is the first cousin of love , and its exactly like love in three ways:its pushy , it has no real sense of humor and it turns up when least expected…..(Shantaram)

A reasonable man adapts himself to the world and unreasonable man adapts world to himself..so all progress depends on the unreasonable man….(Article)

We must both have been hungry because we constantly led the conversation round to food.
“What is your favorite dish, granddad?”
“All of them, my son. It’s a great sin to say this is good and that is bad.”
“Why? Can’t we make a choice?”
“No, of course we can’t.”
“Why not?”
Because there are people who are hungry.” I was silent, ashamed. My heart had never been able to reach that height of nobility and compassion……………(Zorba the Greek)

The Indecisive Trap

 

 

 

 

 

Mind thinks pragmatic , Heart yearns tender
To surrender one , is a difficult blender

You chose the heart and got a start
As the days passed , there stood the thwart

Battling the fight , you struggled to attempt
Failing the effort , shattered self-contempt

Mustering the courage , you woke everyday
Feeling all the same , in dismay

Time had come , to choose the mind
helpless heart couldn’t unwind

The Indecisive had laid his trap
leaving behind a small gap

Lost In Taciturn

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Mind is worried with fear and doubts
Heart is filled with cry and shout
Walking across the pathways,
Clouded are your thoughts as
always
Your playlist is in auto mode
But the heart is stuck on
unary code
Out of the blue , eyes go wet
You try to hide those in rainy sweat
Lost in taciturn, lone I walk
Hearing the mind voice ,as they talk

 

 

The Emotions Of Strength

 

The cry of born baby is always fascinating
The cry of the growing baby is happiness of first walk
The cry of child is a playground wound
The cry of the boy are his high demands
The cry of the youth is his teenage problem
The cry of a guy is his lost love
The cry of man is his fate
The cry of an aged is his weak bones
THE cry for the person is for a lost life

     All cries are experienced
But to save are very handy
Depressed cries are the worst
But it strengthens your emotions like a burst
Each step gives you a skilled strength
But bottle of emotions still filled in heart
To conquer the bottle is difficult
But to flush out has to be the final result
The Emotions Of Strength are tough to battle with
But an ultimate part of body to fiddle with

Manipulators

 

The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .

Numbness Gone Wrong

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The cry of the baby is described to innocence,
that of a man sounds as a weakness

Insecurities to unveil is always a hard part,
To succeed in same would definitely be
a new art .

Despondence has become a lone friend
of mine
To turn him into foe , mite give me a new
lifeline .

Heart has grown cruel , I can’t feel any pain
Neither in sickness nor in happiness

Numbness gone wrong
I don’t know where I belong .

 

 

 

Doubts Cripple

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What if are the two words
the mind always asks

You take a new step
Yet boggle there pops

A chill via body you
feel it in the heart
The voice of those
words become a
weak part.

Never let the ‘Doubts
Cripple’ is easy to pester
To start that battle is
difficult to muster.

Hypocrisy is a persona
in each one’s thee .
To hyperbolize in words
is the loose way of me .

Still with the write it
eases my impair
My goal to do the same,
for everyone in despair .

 

Hard Is The Fake

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Rising in the morning
There starts a day
For you it has become
just another say

legs want to run far away
But your chair is clung in
utter dismay

Mood-swings are high
deep down you cry a
silent sigh

The face is same to all
lone eyes are scattered
with thoughts

Hard is the fake, you smile
As to hide the real , you
sense a pile .

To emote is not everyone’s
nature
But to gain the tough ought
be your future.

Still hard is the fake , now
you are unable to make
Write a poem , would be
done with a little ache .

 

 

The Endless Wait

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The road is risky
You knew from the start
Still you chose to get a
new heart.

Bumps are bound to
arrive
With which it is difficult
to survive.

You knew the bumps
are growing bigger
But never knew the
wait could trigger.

The path seems to
be an endless wait
Yet you conquer
wisdom in freight.

The patient phase
is killing you inside
Still don’t let your
anger slide.

Each time I want
to end the poem
in black
But I cut myself
a slack.

As I Know one
day the road
shall welcome me
back.

 

 

 

 

Hoping The Expected

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Deep down you know
it will not happen
But an inch of hope
becomes your weaken.

You wait for months
to hear the delayed
A voice still whispers
don’t bother the yield

You knew the day
was not yours
But still expect a
secure thought

The hold is done
expected is recurred

Yet you believed
unexpected to occur

Hoping the expected is
what must have accepted
But miracles do happen is
(expected)

You shed few more tears
which was done during delay

Now no more wait
no more tears

You get up again and
begun a new gear

 

 

A Road Trip

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Rains have arrived in my country
Stranded in study room for a year
had left me dry and doom

Inexplicable connection to nature
I shunned my laptop for creature
Road trip to Ghats made me feel alive
Peeping my face through window
I felt my need for meadows
Watching young boys
sell berries ,my heart silently cried.

Stopping by the roadside
for a country corn is must
But having served by a minor
should my craving be just ?
Nevertheless I continue my
journey of nature .

Fascinated by waterfalls and mountains
My clicking never stops .
But unable to capture as doppelganger leaves
me a flop.

So I shutdown the screen and feel the
serene through my breathe .
The tranquil is contagious but departure
has arrived .

Way back to home is a mixed feeling
To be happy for the nature or sad for
the road kids ?
Is always a question to ponder.