NEVER the "beginning of the ending..."

There is nothing else i seek; except for the way to reach out to your peak...

There is only one thing i try to reach- The only way to make the breach...

I know it is far from mere predictions to make me nice, You should know that you are the everything for me to rise...

Verses keep flowing like an endless stream, sometimes creating and sometimes deepening the crevasses en route- each reminding of those painful nights for this sinned creature...

Sometimes it remains a mystery, sometimes it reminds history, any someone can say it is just a story, but how did it happen to you to be so?...

Words, i begin to doubt have been etched erroneous elsewhere, "The beginning of the ending" is not what it is, rather it is the "ending for the beginning"- which will pave way for the shallow stream to penetrate deeper strengthening currents beneath...

Deeds, i assure shall be as promised, needs i wish were little less in greed; Treads i wish were equipped with long threads- upon every attempt would at least take me back to those neat roads...

Spoilt is my name for no real reason according to godly senses; Facts would be nailed soon if not on the moon- for you and only you...

For, this is not the beginning of the ending, it is the ending for the beginning- forever...

Miss you my love...

................I close my eyes, it is the pain of distancing love; I open my eyes, it is the pain of over-strained eyes looking out for you...

I take a deep breath, it is the pain shooting in my head; I slow down my respiration, it is the pain in my heart...

The pounding that occurs inside is what i fear; the beat after that is what i hope to hear...

I stand too long to tire my legs unwilling to give away to be swept by the currents;  If i am to drown, why make me stand?...

I hum a verse true to our hearts, too weak that mine gasps a bit; too brittle, it scares to give away soon...

Scribblings under the night sky...

I don't have a particular issue to write about. Maybe this post is all about myself. Maybe i am temporarily lost for words. In fact, i never had a great command over this language to feel lost now. Right now, i stare at the screen following the cursor as it leads the pack of words that will be etched here as a memory from this night. I realise that i can never make these words catch up with the cursor. And, eventually, when this collection of words become a memory in my page, the cursor would find no place here. Does this have something to tell? Is it like whatever i chase finally would evade me and is it just the efforts and its memories i have to live with? Then, what is the purpose of this life? As i can clearly see, when everything is so evasive, even the last breath would be in the same league. With this conceptual clarity, it makes me feel imprisoned. If i had been imprisoned within four physical walls, i would have been able to confine my thoughts and life to the walls and tried adapting and adopt an approach that would serve the purpose of existence within the walls.

Alcohol... Beware!!!

In today's rat race has crept in another race- the race for alcohol consumption. Name a drink that fancies the peer group and you are one among them. Say them it raises a stink, and you are an alien. Drinking socially or in plain, drinking is catching up among people of all groups, not to forget how even school kids are getting lured into this habit. Of all the guys i have come across, never is anyone keeping themselves away from this habit. Even the ones who had given me company staying in senses during previous occasions are now into it. And, all those who were into it already, have only intensified their campaign in roping in more into their fantasies or fancies. Well, the so called girl-friends or the girls who accompany these guys promising them of love and companionship are the most important people worth talking about.

When a girl is in her prime, that is mostly during her spinster days, she wants a perfect guy to roam around to whom she promises love and affection. But, when you take a dig into their criterion for their life partner, they wouldn't want him to be a drunkard and would say that he should've never been into this habit before. But, when they roam around in the name of love, they would want a guy who fancies talking about hangovers, drinks, smoking and many more crap. Boys! wake up and stop being mere tissue papers to such girls!!!...

Overloaded...

There's always a someone in everyone. But, how about the someone who has got a little bit of everyone in them? What is the scenario around in their thoughts and their mind? How does it  feel to be them? What does it take to be them? How many of such people do we come across in our routine life?

There are people with varied interests and hobbies and pass-times and passions and ambitions that remains close to impossible to be mapped for further reference. It remains daunting a task just similar to map each and every individual roaming at present in this vast world. Leaving that aside and getting back to the topic, where does this ability come from to a person? Maybe innate or acquired but once again out of topic. But, what happens when there's an overload of such abilities, passions, interests, hobbies or whatever? Do we even have the time to think about such vagaries in a world that spins at the same pace but works several times faster and in a world where we are losing time to even discover or keep up with such abilities, passions, interests or hobbies or whatever?... Did it make you think? Pausing? Taking a moment for yourself? Well, take it. Relax and most importantly think. So, what does it take to be overloaded with such stuffs?

I present before you the availability of a specimen to experiment, or here, ponder about with the above mentioned questions.

The storm approaches...

Born in the high seas, feeding the endless moisture and gaining strength, here she comes. The Majestic one-eyed beauty marching along with the tides, warning everything in her path, taking a sweep that could wreak havoc to all those who are working against her, here she comes along with her fury. Every other force ending up in vain, with nothing standing in line, she is to make landfall on our shores. Appreciate her for her timely delivery, Poor humans, call everything caused by nature a tragedy, disaster or calamity for they know not how much they are spoiling the planet themselves. The power she would unveil, the massive wind-burst she would bring to us- the source that tells us how angry she is over us, the heavy downpour she would bring us- the source that resembles the tears of this tiring and burdened planet, this storm that is hitting us toward the year end. The storm that has interested me out of all the storms. Reason: partly personal and partly because it has been termed as the powerful storm over the recent years and that is going to make landfall right in our city. 

The new things that i would be experiencing would be the hurricane force wind strengths reaching 140kmph and the extremely heavy rain i haven't seen for years. I would want to see myself in the exact place where the eye of the storm makes landfall and i want to be in that place all alone. This is reason enough to stay online and track the storm's movement ever since it was born. The storm rider- a tag i would give myself if i successfully track and witness it make landfall in couple of days.

The true biker...

Two guys, yes, two guys among a thronging crowd at a market street. This is a post about them. Just two guys. Both men are here to the market street. They have no connections or contacts with the place and neither of them are even acquaintances to each other. Clad in a dirty looking brown jean, with a larger frame, he parked his ride (which looked tidier than him) under the tree and was removing his gloves. While the other, was revving hard and trying to make heads turn with the noise from the free flow. He looked neatly dressed, with all bling-bling stuff hanging all over his body. In fact, he owned a premium ride that would cost our other rider a fortune to buy one. After burning almost a great deal of fuel from the gas-guzzler, he managed to park his ride after few girlie rides made their way into the market. But, he never got down from his ride and did not remove his gear. He was flaunting his accessories and trying to speak in an accent foreign to the market atmosphere. He was the centre of attraction and was the reason for drools, giggles, gossips and sometimes awe-struck passers by. Girls walking around were taking a look at this new guy in town and few even wished if they could go for a ride on the stunning beauty on which he was seated. They were literally drooling over the ride. 

On the other side of the road under the tree, the other guy was laughing to himself and at the same time couldn't resist admiring the premium ride. The premium ride, he knew every single component of it but he knew he can't afford one for now and was happy with the tourer he had in his possession.