Slinging scribbles

Scribe on the beats of music with nothing on mind, Just the normal vapors of randomness that surround the air, Its just one room and one body to fill the vacuum, As we plunge into the darkness of uncertainty, Wanderer wanders and mind surrenders to endless possibilities, Cognitive dissonance at its peak as it fights naive fears and deep-rooted insecurities, Believe Ripley or not, believe in him for its the truth of wavering minds, sloppy visionaries and prickly personalities, Two strangers, a worker and so also another fill the vacuum. They seek a possession, not valuable to the wanderer which he more than willingly surrenders. There is an eerie silence as they watch him punch the buttons endlessly, Words drop every idea without developing none, Its just a shameless chatter that creates unnecessary clatter, Void, we call it, void, we fall for it, void, unnecessary void... Back to bedlam of worries that we share all our life in search for a purpose, Che...

Do you know its colour? That which resembles you or you like the resemblance. Do you know if its a curtain of prayers? Just hymns and sings as it passes by your veins. I believe its love but it resembles none and epitomises beliefs. Strange to call it a name, isnt it? Is love a feeling or an emotion? Do we feel the emotion or do we emote the feeling? What comes first? Or simply what stays till the very end? Is it then a memory? So then, love is in the air! But is it not a virtue? Arent we supposed to acquire the quality? So then, why limit it to one for we were born religious, who said love is for all! So if it was for all and not for few, pray, tell me, how does it remain a virtue? Or is it that all possess love but do not share it all? Then, it very well be wealth! For we remain born misers by nature. So is it a desire after all? The desire to be loved, by one or by all? Or maybe by one who loves you like all of them never could? Maybe then, its a desire to be lo...

Fear is the fear we constantly fear! Whether its love that breeds insecurity, whether its attachment that lacks gravity, or simply money which is devoid of brevity! Let the obsession go, leave the addiction and grow! You are way powerful than what you hold dear, for it is you who gave them the right of your fear....

‘I’ would like to write for ‘me’ Would ‘you’ hear it while ‘I’ write for ‘me’? The ferocious lions would dance with joy, Peacocks would battle to showcase their best feathers, It would be all gay; it would be blazing glory, Would ‘you’ be fine while all that gaiety is mine? Forget the reasons, the simmering little conclusions, Its about the sky, its also about the earth, Its about the past while ‘I' foresee a distance in future. Dubious is my scheme, so were ‘you’ with your choices, Little special that ‘I’ felt is a little ‘me’ in ‘you’, Unheard, unseen, broken yet serene. Do you know the power of courage? It is a win that was won without a battle, A hurt soul without a shatter. A conscience without a blemish, A respect preserved and cherished. ‘I’ move ahead and let ‘you’ live While the ferocious yet kind lions dance with joy, The peacocks taking turns to showcase their fair. All in mirth for all for me, While ‘you’ owned, but a li...

Be cautious while comparing yourself with others. You are not only demeaning your individuality but also insulting the nature's creation. Do not let your ignorance build into a wall of commonality.

Plain.Plain, clear, complete blue with hints of white. Dark.Dark, muddy, incomplete brown with more than a hint of black. Up, above, rise and fly, like the sky, we heard, she soars high. Down, below, dust and dry, like the ground, we also heard, for he settled low and lie. Then why did they marry, you may ask, 'Why'? Laugh, scoff at the proud sky, but care to ask, 'Why?' Smirk, chuckle, you may, but do ask, 'Why?' Ask, do not ignore but please wonder 'Why?' For it was on that day, when the night marred her jolly. Shattered her trust for even the dreadful sun hid behind the ferocious black demons. Plain, clear, complete blue, she was then,  But deep,dark, bleak and vicious black she was now. Someone, somebody, something had suddenly struck her... With a flash thin flickering light it crackled and thundered with a hint of blue. Left no trace but a scar, brute and blunt. She had been hurt. Hurt by someone,somebody,something, Struck by ...

Love is convenience.Just convey it to the most convenient.