Slinging scribbles

An unlikely bond between a cheese and a chalk, Like two indivisible primes, and yet like five and seven, came together to form one and two. Dressed as wanderers and truth seekers in a place bounded by time, lived a fairy tale of friendship and goodbyes. We bonded over need, but in short time needed the bond to survive, Disguised as travelers, sometimes, as connoisseurs of art, performed different roles over a sea of tete-a-tetes, I ran into a particle that left as a storm! You described the journey in your letter and left for your destination, Me? left with time but hardly any patience! Now, I shall blame you for writing the better part and leaving me to describe the aftermath, For the alluring moments and effervescent experiences, for the enchanting mannerisms and exuberant mesmerism, as also the despot-like attitude and frustrating spontaneity! And you left! Like a wave that touched the shore and swept. Now, I have none, a void you cleverly envisaged! For this I ...

~ haiku ~ Rigor to escape the past, the lives that led the confused mass, dirt washed yet stains remain.

No words can comprehend one feeling, No feelings could comprehend one action, No actions could comprehend single error, No error could comprehend that one single night. For the ordeals were many…few and far between. There are no waves; there are no tides, only a silent shore. Its interesting how promises are kept and lives are distressed. Its funny how emotions are trivialized and dreams are possessed.   You do not bring me pain anymore. You will have me bland or my smile, like for many. There is no anger, only a subliminal pity. There is no curiosity left, only my generosity at its peak. There is no hunger left, only a goodbye that was left. Illusion bites when its not love.   Au Revoir.

Experiences are what makes a man, Is it true for me? Gratification abstains the trees, Who bear the fruits for free. Would I be only used as a seed? Weeds endure the worst storms, Only weak enough to be rolled over by the tiny rabbits Is it the same for me? Lived my life In search of good and god, He is there, they feel, but for me? The path of equilibrium and serenity, Is it open for me? Yes, says an acquaintance, if you live life with zest, it all is! 

Remember me. Remember to remember me. Every time your reflection creates a beam, Remember me... A gratifying face,amidst changing faces, hymning words, pauses and stares; everywhere. Serene presence,on lazy mornings,night cycles, reveries; everywhere. Seen glimpses,on dripping atoms, whispering winds, glistening rays; everywhere. But it was only among deep breaths, pulsating beats; within me when I meant everywhere. But, a schmooze on a dark day, A blunder of owning the possession, The burning desire to grab an occasion; Left only with separation... Due to nothing but a terrible showcase of bond and affection. Myriads of memories, bondage of aspirations Ripped apart in phony silence and stark resiliency. Of remembrances and only remembrances, As mere mirrors to heart but broken glass of mirrors...And a past. Remember me. Remember to remember me, Every time  your reflection creates a beam, For it will bear a colour, a shade of me!

Its 3 am in the morning. The whispers of wind are apparent enough. Nothing unusual about them. For the past two years at Symbiosis, they have been passing through my hostel gates, along the roads, classrooms and our hostel rooms. But, this was the air of melancholy. Today was the last day I would be living as the Symbiosis Institute of Media and Communications student. What was it that was missing? Placed, yes; going back home happy, true; then what the hell was missing? I stepped out of the room, wearing my track suit, the one which I earned following my selection in the cricket team of Symbiosis. I decided to take the journey to my campus, the one that I had walked endlessly on for various reasons. It was wistful reminder of the silent, stupid, happy nostalgic moments that I had shared along the roads. As I passed the cricket ground, it brought memories of the injuries that I shared on the ground and the subsequent limping towards the medical center for relisprays and pai...

little mama's boy is busy buzzing the exam bells just in case my followers are curious enough to wonder my sudden disappearance from the pages i have so often scribbled on.i am having my exams this week and will probably go on till the last week of the month though i would want it to stay forever mainly because it is the only time i meet my friends and our respective teachers in their classes,funny ain't it?there was a time when BCOM degree was meant to generate a lot of zeal and respect among the students but with the times are changing the values. most of my friends repent the fact that they couldnt enjoy the college life though they are pathetic i suppose to crib so early when not more than a year is left to smell the college with the personal touch.if i ask myself the same question,it really makes me happy and gay to surround myself with the strange memories of living a life were i almost did everything,even the things i wasnt so sure of.the diminutive details of each and ...

As I sit down on a not so bright Tuesday morning to write something hoping no one read yet would give me a source to pour my feelings.It occurs to me that that i have grown up yet am childish in a peculiar way only i can understand.The moments which made me happy and yet have the force to trouble me now as I write them.The surprise drizzling on Tuesday morning doesn't make my nostalgia feel lazy but on the contrary awakens me from my slumber. My heart's feeling heavy as i remember the day when my school reopened.I asked my mom, "Mom,why does the school reopen at a time when such a lousy morning is tempting me to sleep."Mom just rolled her eyes in disgust to my question,making her displeasure known.I immediately got up from my bed and began to think of all the possible ways of missing the first day.i thought, "Its raining cats n dogs and am praying the providence to bestow its kindness on my feeling and make it impossible for the school bus to reach our place; ...