Slinging scribbles

Eyes, they failed to meet the seen, Smile, that faded for they lacked the feel, Love, a question that hounded for an answer, a mystery! Words, a conquest won by the business interests over hearty feelings, Life,  remained  on Facebook, yet a book devoid of real faces,                                             All of it, a Routine; a root with a route in search for the lost water,                           Maybe, for that Beauty, he expressed to all, yet couldn't name one, Aroused and confused, he saw them in his dreams and fantasized to the hilt, Yet, remained pure for, not a skin, he touched although blamed. Bruised,at times and vented back with vengeance yet a mi...

While i adjust the speed of the fan to suit me and my placid surroundings,listening to keith's tonight i wanna cry just makes me nostalgic.I know it sounds like a wannabe who's trying to be sensitive at the drop of a hat but trust me,this song wont least disappoint you.It just reminds you of all the sacrifices you made,how much you loved and got depressed in the process and all that you observed within yourself and went unexpressed.While i write about it i wish to share the joy of the drink of tango that i had just had now.I know its a really diminutive pleasure to have in this materialistic world especially if one comes down to quantifying the extent of pleasures which is often we have always indulged in,it is rare and ravening.Hence let me share this wonderful moment with you all in case you feel like sharing it with me and i mean both,the idea of sharing it or meeting me up to have one. Unlike all days when i gulp the entire drink at one go to suffice my thirst today it wa...

Years, decades passed by, The cute toddler made way for a grim face, But there is one woman, who never felt the other way, It is certainly you, my grandma   A teacher by profession, who taught with great zeal and fervor, That I know when students come to meet thou, Seek your blessings and make you feel prouder, I know it is most certainly you, my sweetest grandma.   Has an amazing dexterity in her hand, Whatever thou write is loved for its say, None but your heart touched me in that blend, It's none other than you, my beloved grandma   Prepares sumptuous food for me everyday; As I try to neglect at times with haste, But with a placid demeanor like that of a sage, Calmly keeps my temper at bay, And succeeds in filling my tummy, once again   Years, a decade passed by, Everything seems so changed, But if there is someone who remains eternal in every way, Its so you, my dear loving Grandma!!!!

Suddenly i have lost the flair in writing and i seriously hope its not a prolonged effect.just chipped in to celebrate my birthday and to tell myself how i feel to be elder by one year.its strange,i dont feel anything though a bit excitement when people call me but that's it!its a quiet and a peaceful birthday like the ones i had over the few years maybe a mirror to my demure image and maybe i prefer to like it that way.its quite possible that this sense of celebrating has been embedded upon me from quite a few years. But there are still diminutive changes in my nature which i feel have placed me on a more better platform to understand how the most part of the world functions.Unlike two years back when i almost spent birthdays cribbing at how 'close friends of mine forgot to wish me,this year the emotions were quite controlled.I had no hard feelings for them.Although i must admit there was a certain amount of lull inside me for the same but it no longer disheartens me that m...

i grew up to forget the pain or ignore it but not now.i wish you would look at me,tell me am ignoring my food with a caring voice,for once take me in your palms for half a minute everyday and tell me am the most wonderful thing that happened to you but looks like the water has receded and the time has already passed for another rain!i want you to ask me how my day went and appreciate the fact that am on my own though its not a big deal,i know...i know your struggle is impeccable and its second to none but am ordinary,i hope you know me.i understand you have a job to keep and its important to leave on time but i want you to be home before sunset.i feel lonely and i cant tell you how much i need someone to complete me.i have had various setbacks from the society when  i tried to seek love,i hope you remember one of them.i love it when you share with me  your struggles and how much you praise someone's kids and am sure you will end within their vicinity but i hope someday it will...