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.

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

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.

***
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!

♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Happy Birthday RAIN GIRL ....♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥

So raingirl
Me and You
so much different
so much in common

With times,
you have moved
as I have too
through many dawns and nights
and we always came back around
we remain the same
in name and soul

Reminiscing about school days
about you and the childhood fights
who left their beautiful mark on our lives
like an old world mirror image
the way it resurrects
a memory of all senses

you’ve always been the wonder and awe
you will continue to soar
wide with your wings
and be strong in your soul
cause you’re beautiful
all the way through

And I hope you enjoyed the journey
As much as I have.

♪♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ♫♪Happy Birthday Dear Sister♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸¸.•*♪♪♫•

Little sister I love you
and I will always be there for you.

I am just a dark silhouette
                         You are the Silent illuminating light

Happy Happy :D

She was a vision
Something like a black-magic woman,a rushing
a myth alive,
blew my mind
sparks flying
Everything felt as if scripted

the characters she used to spin
enchanted me
as roads to heaven

I was the scarred canvas
which she chose to paint
with Her thoughts
ripe with potential and beauty

a momentary wind
and she was
only real
in a world's
loosest sense

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for us to meet,
in all the far reaching intoxicating space,
at a perfect time

It will take a miracle of impossible mathematics.

But miracles are not physical impossibilities,
they are only statistical improbabilities
and
those
happen
constantly!! :D

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On this day I just have to say :

I am making my way to You ;)


From rabbit's heart ,for you ...

distant

Every word I strained to hear
amidst the rains
was about you

the betrayals and the promises
the room I painted for you
echoes of distant memory
they just won't die


With time I've learned
that God made emotions
but we shape them

We can be the masters
or
We can be the slaves
Some have the power make themselves Happy

I don't care anymore
whether it's raining
it's snowing
or it's spring
I want nothing
but happiness
and some kisses and hugs ;D

Let's paint a masterpiece
some beautiful thoughts
and flip the light switch for the audience :D

i wait for you .

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As the night begins to undress,
i wait for you .
Grasping at candles in the dark,
I wait for you .
Contradictions spinning tangled webs of thought,
i wait for you .
Heart plastered against walls,
i wait for you .
Caressing false hope,
i wait for you .

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Cleaning cobwebs

When it rained,
He wished he was home.
drenching on the terrace,
crying and happy
he wanted to be at home

He came home.
It rained
He drenched n cried
He felt all alone…

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Every time I get this question so what’s your dream…
I don’t know what to say…If I truly say what I want then most will not like it.
So, I say what they want me to say like a ‘CEO’ or ‘Billionaire’.
But I don’t want to be an CEO or a very rich man, I just want to have enough satisfaction in my life. For me that means I want my family to be happy, my mom and my sis. I want to travel the world with my soul mate to see all the wonders. To be able to help a friend when In need. To do half the things on my bucket list(yes, I have one, yeah, I am insane ;P).But I still don’t know what I would do to get to that satisfaction in my life. I still have not found that what I would be happy doing. All I know is the destination, not the path. I have no plan no money no job and I am still a virgin (*blush blush) . But I do love myself for being a good guy. As far as I know, I have never betrayed anyone and I know I will never.

This is only place that I feel free…I don’t care what anyone thinks about me but I just can’t stop writing that I feel like or I go through. I don’t have a personal diary that I would or may read in future but I do have –rainVille –my public diary. It’s been so long. I have missed this place a lot.


Some little changes have taken place in my life:-

I quit my job at Dell last month!

Now, a basic question that everyone’s asking me is …why? What was the reason??
Actually there were three reasons…

1.Health issues. I am a fitness freak and anything that interferes with my fitness I dislike that. Since Feb I was away from home and gym, feeling so bad for losing my physique slowly with time and then this job at Dell, the odd timings of it destroyed my toned muscles. This was the prime reason for quitting Dell.
2.No use of my knowledge. I have been studying Coding in Computer Languages for last six years. At dell I couldn’t use any of that knowledge (as if I fuckin have any ;D).I didn’t study for that long to work in a call center.
3.well there aren't any beautiful girls there ;)


Crush!

I like a girl who remembers each dialogue of MPK(Maine Pyaar Kiya ) by heart. For the first time in my life I met someone who has seen that movie more times than me ;)
I don’t know when I started liking her but the day I felt that I should tell her, I did.
She told me that she still loves someone and that I should concentrate on building my career, whatever the god wants will happen. She’s been a good friend and she’s a very beautiful person at heart. I don’t like it when she cry’s and she does that a lot. Everyday, I miss the beautiful moments I spent with her.I hope that she keeps smiling all the time.


It’s coming !

Everyone has this fuckin bad side to them, The one that’s responsible for the untold secrets, the dark side, taboo, things that u don’t want to talk about. It’s forbidden, against the rules and that makes it tempting. He has this evil inside of him too. The fuckin flip-side of the coin. Which he kept and still keeps on suppressing everyday. But it’s getting stronger and he feels that. He can sense a big change in coming days. Sometimes he sees glimpses of him in things he has done. He wants to stop it, But it’s inevitable now.
Maybe this will be a good thing.

Now I need to end this super long post,I don’t know when I’ll post next or come to visit your blogs.I am too busy thinking ,planning and sorting stuff in my life. But, I can fuckin promise u one thing…I am not leaving, still a lot of juice left in this boy.



Have been reading ‘Joan.Konner.The.Atheist's.Bible’…

I found an interesting quote in REVELEATIONS chapter by anonymous…

I believe in God;I just don’t trust anyone who works for him.

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she's,

she's a heavenly thought
her heart is pure in billion distinct ways
like a searchlight,sparkling in my eye
she's pure like the touch of drops
like childhood sunsets
She's that time of the night
when everything is soaked in moonlight

she's a memory,i hope to create

...she's an arrow shot in the dark,...straight through my heart.