From the moon-lit terrace…

Here I am, in the terrace, atop the water tank- star gazing as the gentle breeze blows from the nearby forest into the busy concrete jungle. The moon is so shy today, hiding beneath the few clouds that keep moving from nowhere to yet another nowhere. The stars are twinkling as if they are winking and making fun of me looking at them. There is so much of noise down here around me. But, as I look upward, all I can see is darkness but there seems to be so much peace and calm up there. Scientifically, I know I am wrong keeping in mind the storms, meteors, asteroids and every other scary name they give for these objects flying around in space.

Of pain and passion...

The one who is in pain understands passion. The one who is passionate undergoes pain. Pain and passion are often found mutually existing. Pain helps attain passionate moments and being passionate is when you are ready to undergo pain. Passionate about love? Feel and reel under pain till you attain your loved one and that passionate moment will be worth the pain. Does it pain working for something? It is the passion that is making you live the pain. The result will be worth the pain when you reach that passionate moment. Dreams! What are they actually? They are not to be mistaken with passion. If it pains, there's something passionate. If it seems passionate, it cannot be attained without pain. If it is neither of them, it is just a dream. Forget it...

For my juju...

She is so cute. She is so playful. She is so mature. She is so childish. She speaks countless words through her eyes and actions. She lacks a sense. She is a child at heart. She is so possessive. She completes my day. She is worth so many such praises and attributes. But, let me stop with just praising her and continue with the actual essence of this post.

Tears...

As far as i can strain my memory and remember, i have been crying. They say, pain, on accumulating to unbearable levels makes anyone and everyone cry. To be gender specific on this, Women tend to break down much earlier than men do. And, it is said and believed that for a man to cry, it takes really such excruciating pain. Shedding tears helps us lose something and levels the hormonal imbalance to make a person feel better. That is the physical aspect. This physical change does not stop with this. It in turn creates a mental change that we term as relief from stress. But, what is this that is happening with me?

Dear god...

If that is what they seek or prefer, let it happen by the majority's wish. Cull this bird as it keeps rising from the ashes. Cull this greed that keeps raising the expectations with every rise. The magic in you can put me to peace. The magic in you can let me face these. The magic in you can make anything and everything. But, why the delay? Though i kept someone informed about the events, i ended up facing the slamming of doors at my face. And, i can see the doors every time but the bolts are too strong to knock off. What does their silence mean? Are they even aware of what's happening outside? How long can they remain shut behind the doors? Is it just a door or is it the archway to their tombstone? Dear god, i know and i have felt your presence. I can feel it whenever i need it. Thank you for bestowing upon me such a wonderful gift.

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...