"IN ONE DAY,THOUSANDS OF IDEAS ARE COURSED THROUGH THE BRAIN,THOUSANDS OF EMOTIONS HAVE MET,COLLIDED AND DISAPPEARED IN AN ASTONISHING DISORDER".THIS AMAZINGLY CAPRICIOUS CHAOS OF THOUGHTS IS CAPTURED AND PRESENTED HERE TO BE IMMORTAL IN TIME!!!!
I am not losing anything, I had nothing to lose to begin with But I wish I had the sense To breath in my Muse Savour in the luxury
But who on Earth said that Absence is the lack of Presence Seems to me that presence is overrated A little warped in meaning
For the muse is a forever entity Away from the play of presence and absence.. Capable of rendering my mind and heart A little meaningful, not little meaningless
It has got nothing to do with presence or absence It has got everything to do with the person you are.. Being possessed by your very entity.. And a very unique, mysterious, captivating Identity....
At times when you don't like me, I open my eyes, that feel like lead, Look around me in anticipation, Waiting for my Fairy God Mother..
But what did I expect.. To be the fortunate Cinderella? With Fate and Magic by her side and a Smitten Prince Charming in tow..Hah!
If Reality were to be Fiction.. What Character would I be? No Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella for sure.. I would be the Little Mermaid lost as Froth in the Sea....
A special occasion warrants a special poem..Thinking about you, my Muse..On your Special Day....
Lost....
Why do I feel so Lost, As if I'm standing on the Edge.. On the Line that separates Agony from Ecstasy....
Am I feeling them both, Or am I blissfully Numb? What is this feeling.. Novel and yet as old as time..
Why am I smiling and yet crying I'm not even aware of what I want to do Thinking about you is both pleasure and pain I'm rediscovering myself through You..
Its mesmerizing, its exhilarating Its captivating to be with you Do not know how to do without this.. Losing myself to you is Dangerous....
So, I'm thinking that I'll be leaving soon..Just the thought of leaving family, friends, my muse leaves me in cold sweat and maybe even in hot tears..so many changes..so soon..There is hardly any room for preparation..maybe the time spent with loved ones is never enough..and its all about to change..forever..
For my Muse..
THE EXIT!!
Parted Lips sighed his name A pearly smile is the perfect facade shadowingthe pool of tears I'm on the edge now I take the final bow The game is up The play is over The lights are dim The curtains fall Was there even time for Catharsis? The Audience Applause - An abrasive cacophony to the senses.. I'm jarred, scarred, torn apart.. Is finality the final blow.. There is no time left to ponder.. It's time to EXIT!!
I'm wondering whether the endless toil, would reap the desired fruits.. I'm impatient, its a huge turmoil, that I grapple with day in and day out..
Begging is what I have resorted to, For opportunities I find fit are as rare as diamonds.. Going with the flow is not what I intend to do, Going against the tide and emerging a winner is my destiny..
I'm in a race only with myself wherein, I strive constantly for perfection and creativity.. So many goals, dreams, desires and cravings, So many strategies to make them come true..
And yet that first step is the toughest to take, So many temptations, so many fears.. Not losing focus is the only way, To make sure my life is headed to where I desire..
Taking calculated Risks and Being Patient, Waiting for the Right Moment.. Preparing, Researching and being Tolerant, Waiting, Waiting and More Waiting..
That Patience pays off is more than a saying, It is the mantra of life per say.. A golden opportunity - I must be dreaming, No stones to be left unturned for it..
A conversation true to myself, A combination of suavity, poise and control.. Then the test of nerves and elegance, Prayers to the Almighty in the face of sheer scarcity..
The Moment of Truth - The result of an ordeal, It' is a rare opportunity - It's a Make or Break.. Praying to the Lord to be placed for real, An Affirmation - Oh Nothing in the world beats the feeling..
Sheer Ecstasy, the feeling of Unbridled Joy, Totally Unparalleled and Absolutely Irreplaceable.. The spirit soars high enough to kiss the sky, A feeling to be shared with people that most matter..
Being true to one and all works more than lies, It touches the right chords deep within the recesses of the mind.. A heart of gold always shines, Backed with a functional brain and the right temperament..
The Taste of Success Well Earned is Sweet Indeed, The Joy Unparalleled, The Ecstasy Everlasting.. The Feeling is so Enormous that Nothing can Beat, It becomes The Halo, The Guiding Light, The only Goal - The Destiny!!
Seeing and Meeting My Muse is Pure Ecstasy to the Senses..It feels Wonderful. Can't really say How Good it Feels..The Sheer Pleasure to see Him all Enthusiastic and Dynamic simply Stops Time....Not the Prince of Persia..but a Self proclaimed 'Prince' none the less..This is to a Very Special Friend..My Muse....
This one's called Moments in Time....
We meet again, It has been weeks. Sharing time and conversations, I'm Living a Dream.. and Dreams are Illusive, So are YOU. Yet Time Stops. Yet Again.. I'm Mesmerized. I Breathe in You, Taking You in. All of You.. The Mirth in your Eyes, The Contagious Enthusiasm in your Voice, The Dynamism of your Persona, The Passion and Drive, Everything More Magnetic by the Second. And Yet to Part.. Agonizing, Confusing. Have to go, I Really Must. A Handshake won't do, A Bare, Consuming Hug, Like a Potion for Life. I Have You Now, My Friend, Like a Cocoon of Warmth and Reassurance, That melts and Reaches to the Core. It is Easier now to Survive, Until We Meet Again....
The sheer futility of existence, A meaningless life, No one who cares, No one to care for.
A loveless monotony, Devoid of genuine affection, No friends, no family, no love, No one to understand the depth.
A life that faces scorn and bitterness, A life scalded by insults and sarcasm, A life humiliated for difference and non conformity, A life that is beautiful and yet not enough.
So much pain and sadness, So carefully masked and concealed, A life that is sought after and yet, A life no one can see through.
A smile that hides a wealth of tears, Some shed, some guarded by esteem, Casual banter and meaningless talk, Veiling the intensity of the hurt.
Contemplating suicide is tempting enough, Luring into a faceless trap, A promise to set you free, An introduction to finality.
Yet suicide is not really an option, Not when a part of you, Dies everyday, hour and second, Not when you celebrate that death.
A numbness within, A cold cruelty, Wishing myself to die, And feel death consuming me gradually....
