it's like this

it's the fierce shift between forth and fifth,
keys change , heads lift ,
and tomorrow's sorrows like a subtle lisp ...

as another love subtly rolls by,
his tender heart silently cries,
and you ask what's it's like ?

anyone can write ,  it's ink on paper and experiences in life,
placed and paced down over extensive devotion of movements of emotions...

there's a time for us all ,
a time to stand down and fall ,
and I am all about not giving up
but
love has it's way of seeping in whether i like it or not
and now I am convinced
that I've found you
and time is at its best

simple things love ,
simple things ,
like your shoes ...
like my eyes
and the way they shine
when you're reflected in them,
all the wine and time
where the faces blur
but you know
you're a prodigy like
wind through the hair
or the memory scents
in fresh cut grass
and the child like ways that linger there
and the children's care free childhood cares


someone , if they could please tell her , to not take so much time,
just in case if she wants to grace this heart ,
for more then the time
it takes for me to
wait...

because I am tired,
but still I am convinced that I've found you ,
oh the distractions of those memory scents
makes one want to exist but...
wait ..
it's like this ...

Written for the OctPoWriMo

Find me...

I stood on the shore and listened to the water splash gently against the broken pieces of the concrete that had been placed there by hands that were not my own.Hands with artistic ways.

I looked out across a vast landscape of water and clouds and thought of all the things that didn't belong to me.

Things that existed that I couldn't touch or see.

Things that were acquired or purchased, second hand,

in an attempt to find an era , a place in time that was not now.

I looked down, through the distasteful water and saw pebbles brought downstream with the current.

..where the river meets the bay ,that's where you will find me.

Locked away in a lonesome floating cottage , rainboy with a pen in the hand.

Humming a tune that has been stolen from another place in time,

a house borrowed, second hand ,from an era that was not mine.

Chant

Kicking over open bottles, ready for throat-torn melody,
closing doors and listening...

chant for those who drank, their own dreamed heavens,
seams tattering, threads untangling...

chant for Stardust on sky floor, twinkling white under carelessly,
dropped from lips of a cigarette...

chant for those in full body lust, looking for true moments,
tasting frozen seconds like water...

If nothing else, chant for me, because my head is spinning, and I"m dying to dance.

A beautiful dream

intoxicating incense in my room,
a pink flower lying beside me
He kept looking ,
smiling and telling her she was beautiful
folded elbows, carefree talks,
gazing in her eyes for an instant or an eternity

in-between coffee sips we make time,
to casually kiss
like it means nothing,
maybe it doesn't,
or maybe it means everything,
maybe my thoughts are confused
but my eyes see you eyeing,
I see the color in your cheeks,
when I slide my fingers over yours,
and plant soft kissed on your hands
your smile is high and rising
A dream came true in this dream,
a beautiful soul to which he must adapt
you are eyes and mind,
and words over words,
and no one can love enough
to deserve a soul as beautiful as you.

WHY...

The child in me still  thought of the world as poetry,

but it never  happens that way.

Since last few days ,
From time to time
I sit down,
and scrape my pen of my thoughts against the blank page in my mind,
I think of the way you spoke my name ,
the day I first met you, or
The way your lip gloss shimmered ,
Your hairs shine,
the light reflecting
of camera lens,

Ahh... the feeling I get, looking back
at all the time we spent together,
walking in the park for miles 
lying on the grass watching squirrels ...
the time just stopped whenever I was with you..

You were always beautiful in words,
You were sweeter prettier in words, and
I loved you more in worlds and words
then I ever did anyone in real life.

...the only question  I ask is why didn't you see in me, what I saw in you.

One for you...

here's to you, moon
and all the wine drank
under your eyes,
and to lovers who feel
your breath on their necks
and streaked ripples
cutting through ink black puddles
and to hanging on
to the last streaks of the night

Careless whispers

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lost among the dark clouds,
bathing in her brilliant fragrance, 
There was a softness in the wind whenever she spoke
like she was burnt in the pain,


He craved for one more sip from those lips,
his mouth was getting dry.

she danced to him inside the rain
"you're not going to remember
this tomorrow, the dance
or the flashes of open heart
or the rains"
He uttered : "let me get one more sip from your lips,
I'm parched ".


another toast to oblivia
who knows without knowing

the blindest eyes can hear the truth we miss between syllables


an untold story turned into stone,
a nowhere turned into home.

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Now I have a page of my clicks on Fb ,Visit Recreating Reality.
If you like the work,then please share it.
Thanks Friends :)

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A Dream that goes nowhere

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hazy, like the fade-out of an old film that takes immortality to end
wise infinities,these fuzzy memories
I am the spectator,viewing as drama unfolds glistening amidst the skeletal of my mind,like a Shakespeare's play

In this post the major players are :
(i). The sweet smiling city-girl with her zesty attitude
(ii) Yours truly, always a little confused, yet witty, none the less with nothing left to loose
(iii) Of less significance, two random stranger men, yet important to the main characters development

the stage is set for this dreams gathering...
city-girl relaxing upon a low lying mattress, with the two strange men,
in a suite glittering with dim illumination of scented candles...
She smiles significantly in mid conversations or relays some part of her play-book of past to them and yours truly spectates not uninvited, but still he feels he has intruded upon some seductive ploy

The tall dark man with smiling eyes, laughing, adding humor to the scene, cracking lame jokes and throwing stolen glances in the city-girls direction...
They feel a little uncomfortable for actions of their past - the devil deeds, between the time they have spent in dark and the emotions they exchanged, both feeling little mispositioned and lost in the anonymous man's presence

he sparkles radiant in his anxiety,
his radiance is contagious,so much that the other man joins in tossing glances at their darling female friend, the poor little victim of her own beauty's creation

I am sure that you are thinking where this drama is going
sadly it's really just an over decorated personal entry of sleep patterns & paranormal remnants laced with emotional components through neural connections
my dream-waves of presence

And as I re-spawn into this waking planet
a chaste of sorts flows down my roads, the dream as insignificant as it was
left me stuck on one thought,like sweet honey to it's own pot,
that of all the things which I could dream & remember even
the sweet girl of the city remains within the folds of my neural activity

In a short show summary of less grandiloquent content:

Baby, I dream of you as often as I breathe.

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shades of love

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smile across his face,his hand reached out...
she resisted..."What do you want", whispered into the still air?
He smirks,says "All Night"

She asked him again in a firmer but still soft whispering voice,
What do you want?
"You" was his answer...

It's your Birthday she replied, "What Do You... Want"?
"Slow" was his final answer...

Her head tilted back while her lips slightly parted, allowing a sigh of anticipation escaped past them...

Vivid imageries, thoughts of next time...

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You

gliding under the moon,
you came on horizon like a boon
you wore your white skirt
and the way it moves
makes me think of feathers
stars bathing you bare in raw light,
to touch you they fight,
silver wings shining bright
I hear soft whispers
of sunset halo and autumn sky
in half open eyed visions
cuz in You is life
and in You is death
The beauty one can feel it,one can taste it
wiping blood wine from lusty lips,
You have me on your fingertips
You are my glittering kite,
the forbidden fruit I want to bite

Your inviting diamond eyes
like sirens draw me closer
cuttin a universe shape
outta the nothin blackness
massaging my light and kissing my soul
mind is melting,I am in total awe
Without the power to fight time
it's not possible to get out, it’s no longer my call,
One pull of this magic carpet and all the golden eggs could easily fall

miracles in and miracles out
even at the end, you can’t explain what it is all about

about all...

about today:
it hasn't rained like this in days
credits to devil and his delirious ways

about past:
I never wept from pain,
But I've cried from scars.

about dreams:
the crazy music of shattering dreams
it's tearing at my seams

about her:
she streams from heaven till dawn
a forest fire that keeps raging on

about family:
their annoying questions open me wide
submerging him inside in the tide

about me:
a spoiled child with soiled dreams

STUCK !!

the rabbit is stuck in the race for the buck.I am not flowing in any direction.It's been a year now and I haven't got a good job.I thought this phase was like a summer lightning flash but it's been continuously like noise on radio.I have fell backward after a long time.I never thought I would be at this place at this moment in my life.I had had dreams of being a CEO of some company by 2013.That dream seems to far fetched now. I am someone who lives in reality.So I don't get my hopes high usually...coz I've learned the hard way how it hurts when you lose hope,the world just collapses around you.I am judging myself.There are things I want to do for myself for others.Somethings I should have done already.But I could not.It's a dream or nightmare,I can't tell. I've realized that you can never consider all the factors that will effect the equation of life.But Here I am still fighting ,still trying,crawling in this dark endless tunnel...someday someway,maybe late but I will reach where I see myself.Will try to make the best of what I have.

Some people I thought were my friends,talked behind my back.But I am going to have a good laugh at myself and forget it.Still stuck around those friends.Sometimes one just need to laugh at life,right? At least it keeps me sane :D .
Taking steps toward days when I will be at ease,smiling in happier times.

TC guys... I've missed you all.

Father's day .

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MY DAD and MOM on their honeymoon in Nainital.

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Sometimes the ending brings you back to the beginning.
I traveled evil roads
and dark fucking routes
I've been to evil places
and loved the evil pleasures
I've wanted to taste those evil lips of my fantasies
It's mostly evil that I have done
it will haunt me forever
I don't want forgiveness
and I won't beg you to please forgive me like someone weak,
because I don't think I've sinned
somewhere there may be angels singing and devils laughing...
and I don't believe in all these fucking assholes and destiny writers called 'GODS'
I've just been what I am.I am doing my best to smile and always having fun.
But some one keeps shouting,"father" in my head.
I miss you sometimes not everyday not every month....just sometimes.
I am being honest here ...that's all.

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On 25th it's going to be Eight years since you left me.I miss you dad.

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I see

when I gaze into her eyes,
I see an ocean of love
and a magical dove

I see...

Into a bright future,
a lovely nature
beneath the stars
lovers waging wars
            an enchanted bliss
                    a slow kiss

magic in the air
her graceful flair
the sweetest secrets
no regrets
happiness surrounding
kisses pounding

the wonderful the beautiful
the endless and the dream.

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This post is for someone I love,
witnesses are The night, the moon, and the stars up above ;D.

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BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL is...


being perfectly real
to follow your dreams
to be what you are meant to be

to fly around in thoughts
forgetting the droughts
sleeping under stars,
vanishing scars
watching it rain for hours
a laugh like flowers

wanting to go through it all over again,
still loving the pain
scattering light,
the first fight
to have a feeling that possesses,
to be alone in recesses
taking action,
reaching perfection


thought of you,
like morning dew

your eyes,your smile,
nothing venile

to witness you,
a myth that came true ;D

you in the morning,
cautiously warning

to breathe you,
in the hue

to grow old with you
to die with you

to ***seek you
an enchanted hope,out in the blue!

BEAUTIFUL is - ME with YOU.

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To seek you is to seek me for myself.

My Match

She guides you gently
and unarguably
by the certain gravity
of an invisible feeling

quite like
an autumn leaf flying
an unseen drop in waterfall
a tossed hair in breeze
a lone star shining
in the dark night.
                                     You will always be more then a poem to me!