The Two Boulevards

I lay in the meadows so bright,
Feeling serene,
A feast of infinite blue for my eyes.
Finally, when I close my eyes,
I am a sea gull exploring the heights.
I wonder
If this life could be so simple,
As I wake up to realize
That I have got lines of issues in ample.
 With so many ambitions clouding my eyes,
Hunger for gold
Making me believe in all those lies.
I wonder where my fate hides,
As lies afore two boulevards
All covered with mist and fog.
It isn’t clear what lies beyond it
And now I have to choose one
Leading my life to the green meadows or a solitary, shadowy pit.
 

A Shoe With Untied Laces

 Today it’s finally over,

This ordeal of mine has proven its might

I stand my ground, smiling wryly

As the clouds of delusion that once hovered above me

Preventing the light

And the spell bounding me,

Now dismantle languidly.

 For so long I had waited for her

When she was finally found

It seemed that nothing else in this world would matter.

I knew I had fallen head over heels for her

But latter, confronted the truth only to let my hopes scatter.

 I was so preposterous

Whisking myself to heights

 Only to look down and realize my true plight

“That if I fall it’s surely going to be disastrous”.

And disaster is what happened

Something inside of me

Is now completely broken,

I wish it stays that way

Because I fear the same fate

If it recovers someday.

 Something about this pain is so serene

And now when I look back

I realize the places I have been.

When I float above

I see that it was all mist

For which I was so keen.

 I can now see how nonchalant its nature is

The more you try to grasp it

The more it flees.

What is left behind is just the traces of its presence

Which reminds me of a shoe with untied laces. 

It would be great if someone suggests me a good title

It’s the first of its type that I wrote. You may consider my thoughts to be creepy, but, just during the time I was writing those lines.  Here, I just tried to look at things with a different prospective, a different angle.

What I consider is that words are nothing but just empty pots and boxes without the essence of feelings in them. To bring them to life, feelings must act as their souls. With these words I tried to imagine how the concept of doomsday will actually look. I don’t know if I got it correct or not, but, at least I tried. I would advise you to read this at some place darker, it may aid you to feel the words or it may be at least worth a try.

[Note: there is just one thing. I couldn’t come up with a nice title. It would be great if you suggest some.]

Out there in your darkest night
Lurking in the shadows
Never at your sight.
 Your darkest nightmares will come true
It’s looking for you
And there is nothing you can do.
 It’s not the shadows you should fear
But the creatures crawling in.
They have all ears
And you can do nothing but scream.

Playing with their prey
Is all they know.
Offspring of devil
They got no mercy to show.
 Creatures of hell
In the deepest and blackest pit they dwell.
Dying to take you home
Look in their eyes, it’s all they tell.
Its bright red
And got no tears to shed
When it’s all blood
You can see your end.
 All your prayers left unanswered
You realize it’s only in fairy tales that your angels animate
Soon the moment arrives when you have left nothing within you but loathing and hate.
It’s then that the Satan rises
His blood drenched sword.
To take your soul to his bloodiest dome
Which he prefers to call his home sweet home.
 It’s the revelation that your elders preferred to be stored
As a secret,
See for yourself now
The day has finally come
Your fates unravel
And the plots unfold.
 Ravens of death will be the sky
Pitch black they are
Eyes downcast to see you die.
They are gathered for their master’s ingress
Disgrace that Noah brought to him on the ark
Will now be revenged
With a blade so sharp,
That the soil turned red
And rivers bled.
Beware-it’s just a beginning
Soon there will be a flood
After that there will be no more to shed.

The One Who Decided to Stay

Starting to blog after so many days. It has been long since i got some time to figure things out for myself and this holidays proved to be a really fruitful one. 

I was lying on my bed when the rays from the clouds floating high up entered through my window, then my pupil and finally on my retina. While my brain was analyzing this whole information it felt as if it was not only the rays from the clouds that were reaching out for me. What it felt like as if it's there is something more to it. It felt as if the clouds are reaching out to me, I guess it saw that I was as idle as it was and it's worth talking or sharing things with me. Then, there I was, personifying myself with it, out frequencies matched and we started synchronizing like this.............   

I wander like a lonely cloud,

floating in the air

carrying me to distant places, somewhere.

From where i see many things 

down there.

Mostly hatred and venomous fangs,

with peace and love gone rare.

I feel lucky up here

far from illness of hearts and despair.

but i know my fate-

one day i am going to fall in there.

The darkest and deepest pit i have ever known,

and wonder if there is any free man 

to fight the darkness dwelling in there on his own.

Although I came at peace with me 

when I found the truth.

My sacrifices will prove its worth

by wiping tears from the man's eyes

who depends on me to nurture his fields, 

and be the source of happiness to his dear one's lives.

Still, some say that there is nothing I care.

How dare they say that!!!

Do they even know me,

if not me at-least themselves???

How could they??

After having dug a grave so deep 

they couldn't even realize what they will reap.

and when surrounded themselves by walls so high

it was the darkness that they believed to be their sky.

It is my destiny to fall,

no one can change that.

What matters is the earth on which I make a fall

and it's on your hand to change that.

I can fill an empty lake,

a dried up stream or the lives at stake.

Sometimes you make houses so tall

Is it really my fault that it's so weak

 that one day it won't stand at all.

You blame me for the death yours

but never addressed me for being used as cures.

I never compelled you to stand on my way,

it's not paved by me,

but the nature and sometimes it's you only-

 'the one who decided to stay'.

It gives me no joy to bring you sadness,

can't you see that I forsake my freedom 

for the sake of your happiness.

I wonder if you could ever understand me or not,

I know the truth,

and it's something to be felt, not to be taught. 

Now, i finally got it. It's not me to whom the clouds wanted to talk to, it was to  'the one who decided to stay'.

[Note: to 'the one who decided to stay' you are most welcomed for all your remarks and comments. After all, I got a message to convey.]

it's great...that i am not in love

It has been a long time since I posted anything. Reasons???? numerous...college, its exams, its events and countless nuisance that one faces here....of course not forgetting the omnipotent politics. Now enough of this shit and finally I am me again... and here's my first shot on come back. So here is an event that made me realize that how lucky lucky I am to have not fallen in any sort of love...at least the kind of that i am going to mention
If you are really there and have some hand in all these things called love …then thanks a lot to you. One of my friends is really going through its initial stages and it is really awkward to see the condition he is in. I mean, he was always a different type of guy, quite bold and free like air, but now it is all different. He is a very good friend and a real frank one, he is so true with his heart’s elation that he even tells the deepest and the most private conversations of his with his love. He is really confused that whether he should continue this relation or not, he asks this question to us all and even himself, but deep inside somewhere in his heart he always knows the answer, yes. He knows that at present it may seem all so puzzled and brain storming but at last everything would be just fine. What I believe they should have are just three things: faith, trust and truthfulness that they are meant for each other and after all the shit that the world presents in front of them, they could finally go over it and can be together forever.
But I have one friend, a really add but a peculiar one. Take several cases whether a person is drunk and is needed to be controlled or if someone is in love and really wants to talk to his friend who can coolly listen him and understand him, then he is the one. Always there. But that is not it, he has some very odd habits, I must say a bad one, he is real good one.
Rest I will tell later.