Slinging scribbles

My will is beyond anyone's reach, even beyond mine; My hopes are scattered in the oblivion, offering unsolicited sleep. As I hear the melancholic mogwai, I am thrust into a space of trance. I surrender my soul, dance at no fright, Happy at the journey that has been made, Traversing several roads, waters and persons in the process, We either talk about past, present or future but a question simmers, Is there anything apart from this time? Is there? That sets everything apart or remains a confluence of three? There is, a point where all three are one and that one a subset of all three. That is my will. The will to bring all three into one, to believe that I can make that happen. That will will not surrender and will encourage me to break walls of weaknesses.

Sleep : A pure illusion of reality that focuses on dreams being true and helps them realise in a stationary state. Sex :  The moment you cum, the moment you cherish the most, the very moment you regret for fantasizing familiar bodies to unleash the white blood of desire. Books : An object of manipulated imagination that tells your favourite tale as it progresses. Parents : Attachment by default and byfar, the most trusted souls that nature unselfishly gifts to most. Religion : A way of life, a path to enlightenment, the medium of money, deity loving sport. God : belief, faith, illusion, manifestation of hope, a science yet to be explored. Friends : An acquaintance, soulmate, time-giver, a will to share journey. Lover : a figment of imagination that drives your mind to insanity with each passing prospective lover. Reality : Present, what I do now.Listening to songs, penning down careless thoughts, whispers of introspection, a travelogue of days without actually tr...

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.

Thai thai to pain, Thai thai to cry, Poachers pry for a fallen star, Like a thunder in the sky thai thai it went, Thai thai it plunged and thai thai it bit the dust! Now, now, will the poachers have it? Its certainly not the star's land, He's not amongst them yet he is amidst them! Thai thai they ditched him, all on one, thai thai! Tortured and tormented, them, his tearful toddler soul, Ditched, dumped, drowned in doldrums! Thai thai they famished and finished him. Or so they thought, some. not all! Nevertheless, it was a star, not reigning but nevertheless, a luminous object of desire, Thai thai it grew silent, thai thai it lost its brightness, Thai thai grey it was, thai thai brown it is! Thai thai life's lost love, dear me, love left its bloody trail, They filled their lust while he bit the dust, Into the rut, in the earth's crust! Thai thai hear me, will you, No one will read me and him too, Although as loud as a lion and as silent as a lamb hi...

A feeling yet to sink in, A thought hard to gulp in, The thread that took me so long was the only one I tried to hold on, What do we do in love seems unknown to me, Illusion and hunger simmer over my forehead and all I feel is sweat. Life has no love, only logic and sense of belonging. We devise ways to possess their time but hardly succeed except for a few, Love is a treasure, possessed only to few. I pledge today, i shall not dance and cry for love, Never venture out like a mad man to hold hands for I burnt mine.No regrets. Its like a violin that does not treat each string equally, presses only a few to create rythym, Its sounds painful and now I know why, for its the rest screaming for a union. Myriads of memories struggle to detach your only soul, Reminding you of the colorful pair that you made, The seemingly impossible journeys that you made, Blown away before time, and yet its time! I wanted a great tale, a tale of two legends that fought all to be called the Kin...

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...