The Shout

Sometimes from atop tall buildings that graze the sky one can view not just teeming cities crawl, walk or run. At times these cities also stagnate and take notice.

I stand today at one of these and shout loud,
So loud that my heart pounds thirty beats in five seconds,
So loud that the thirst gets unquenchable
So loud that I sweat inadequately,
So loud that the black of the night stares at me,
with moon making the droplets near my eyes gleam,
So loud that the cute guy I met today is washed out of my brain completely,
So loud that I want to throw out every flaw of mine through this shout,
So loud that hunger and desperation levels can be increased
So loud that nobody can hear it.

Formula Won!!!

At the entrance to this place, the air is charged with a clamorous anticipation, as if some grand nocturnal pagan ritual is about to begin. But that is all inside the head. Outside it is all calm and serene. I enter with a bunch of friends to dance here. (I hardly know how to dance. Though my training in music does give me that rhythm sense.) The best part about this place is its richness and fresh air to breathe around and chill out. Beautiful sculptures with space sprawled before the eyes. But the dandiya hasn’t begun yet.

Guess we are early today. All thanks to the island girl. She is just a little too punctual, not at all understanding the travails of the standard timings.

So since we are dressed up in nice ethnic ware we click photos, pose variously, eat chaat, check out jewellery and suddenly rinita has lost her phone. Well it was an old phone and she is shortly going to buy a new one but who feels good about the cell getting lost when we practically live with it. I think, more than the boyfriends today, cellphones have started to get the cream of the crop treatment.

Anyways, the mood is totally gone and we are on a search spree. Calls are made and it keeps ringing. Suddenly it is picked up and we finally end up getting the phone from some guy in a red shirt who is profusely thanked by all of us. He tries to flirt a little but to no avail (Polite smartness pays.) And then there is blaring music all the way. We try and tap our feet a bit in regular gujrati style, dandiyas trying to hit the hands, more then themselves. But overall it was fun time surrounded by around 200 bodies, enveloped in traditional gujrati music, swirling around without really knowing how to!

I think it’s the complete feeling of getting elevated that works wonders. Forgetting everything regarding everything. Giving one’s own self a chance to just open up and have fun with one’s own self. Being a seeker, rather than a believer. Just letting it go Believe me it works!!!

Rude Awakenings

As for me, words is all I have. Words on the table, some spilt on the floor, words in the air, words yet to be born, others dead cold in the trashcan. Some of them get committed to print, enjoying a brief life in the sun, while not many stay in my head as I like to be clean and clear before I go to sleep.

Well let me confess something. These words haven’t helped me much in case of my relationships with everybody. Not just my family and friends but practically everybody.
I have been grassed on by every friend of mine, at least once. Not in all these years that I have lived, have I had somebody who has accepted me the way I am. At times, the people you think you are the closest to you can have split personalities. Well who doesn’t? Even I have it.

But I value people because I think there is nothing more to value in this world. It does make you fall flat a lot of times but that’s the way we are. Social animals Huh!

And aren’t there any friends in the world? Are they an illusion? Well one of my fellow bloggers’ believes so. But I still differ to agree, but there are times when I feel he is right.

As of now I want to go for a swim.


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This world isn’t a bad place to live in. And contains some of the best individuals that have been created. This is the chain of thought that just took the direction you can read here because of intensity of the day and the night

Admit Two

The breeze blows as I sit with a notepad in my hand to jot down a few points regarding a class assignment. The clock ticks, its sound totally drowning in the fan’s noise.

These fans create so much of noise, but the sound so much becomes a part of every night, so similar to a clock’s ticking. Though a ticking clock can irritate a little too much at times.

I look around. The world ‘seems’ to be sleeping, at least half of it is!

I often relate to nights very well. And I love being alone during this part of the 24 hours.

But today it is different. A struggle, a want, a very strong desire to feel contented. The inner being feels a little too unaccompanied.

I don’t feel like working at all on the assignment and the only words that I write down on the Notepad- ‘Admit two’.

And suddenly I hear a knock on the door and a beaming smile is what I see.

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Inspired by a story that I had read as a kid. It was also called- ‘Admit two’ but that involved a murder as well. Hmm can u recall?

Freedom

Coffee, Books and Music
I love and live to be with these three
And it is this part of the day, which is night
that I feel liberated…, free…
Then comes morning and shackles start to slither on me
But I wait for the night to happen
So that I feel liberated…, free…, yet again.

Hope

I am still waiting for those thousand splendid suns.

The watch ticks by as not even one of them is visible.

But passion is something that knows no bounds. The zeal is keen to reach the glorious.

I jump high and try to catch the moon. I hold it tight and bring it with me. The first sun rises and there is hope for the rest nine hundred and ninety nine.

Dreams…..i still wait for the rest of them to illuminate me and the rest of the world.

Hope brings life. The verve to get me through and live like melted chocolate.

The Water

As I look into the vacant today
As I search for the unoccupied
As I wait, lest the unfilled appears
The water flows by.

The mist gets thicker
My head feels heavier
And delusions appear
The water flows by.

Some write about blood
Some write about love
Some don’t write
The water flows by

The vultures stare at me
I stare back
The church bells ring
The water flows by.

Don’t close your eyes
Look at me and come closer
The shutters come down
The water flows by

I hear an opus symphony
Touching my empathy and heart
Moving in peace in the mind’s cart
The water flows by.

The water does not flow by anymore
Well, it must have found other shores
I wait for the incredible to happen
And invite the sea to beckon

Let the day not end
Let my flowing outfit stop the day
Running after the light, I gaze…
The shadow doesn’t touch me.