It is often said that good stories and poems can lift up your mood in no time. As for me, I am just an ordinary human with a colourful vision. We all have our own shades through which we look at this world. Here, I would be presenting some of my pieces; join them and you’ll exactly know how my shades look like! You’ll find an arcade of emotions wrapped up in a surreal blanket of my imaginations, every tale will tell you a different story.
So, if you’re bored with your daily chores, stuck up somewhere, entrapped in a myriad of complications or you feel lonely even with a cup of coffee and music on a moonlit night, my compositions will be your companion. You might not be able to connect with all of it, but some of the pieces are sure to cut through your mind. Keep reading, persist in relating!
Intoxication prevails; Deep down, I know of lies, Mistakes breathing stealthily Inside the coffin of truth, Trying to break an illusion: There is consummation in incompletion.
Expectations are used to their own stabs, Love desires to indulge in this bloody act, More often than not. Insobriety intensifies; A delusion defying the yardstick of cost, Churns the body, Keeping the mind alive.
Hiding under a blanket of smoke, I see darkness embellished with fires Of those who are hailed as Monarchs of light at night. Living corpses walk with clouds Of tales fading into the sky; Barely do we notice what trickles down The corner of their eyes. Flowers bloom on the graves of unknown folks, The gray haunts as I walk past them, Longing not to meet these roads Again; they follow me. Carved on the barks of humongous trees, My fingers perceive grooves of promises, Names of star-crossed lovers. I wish them luck and pray for their bond, Long live their camaraderie, If not in this world, In another one, way beyond.
I feel blessed to have had you in my life, to have been a part of your life at one point and to have spent time with you, no matter how small that duration was. I am thankful to you not just for making me feel special when I was not even in the mood of even getting out of my bed but also for being there by my side in my happy moments, to share a part of the treasure that life bestows upon me seldom. I don’t know what effect my presence had on you, as you had chosen repression as a means to communicate with me and this idea seemed legitimate to you for a reason that I haven’t been able to figure out till date, but at times, your smiling face spoke a lot more than what my undying extroversion could afford to express.
I am sorry as I can’t call it a complete love story for we want different things from our lives; not all stories are destined to have a rosy ending. My petals will wither away sooner than your expectations and your thorns will start pricking me after the charm is gone, we both knew. Falling for you was not in my hands and I’m sure you gave your best shot at not trying to nuture the bond that we shared once, yet love made it’s way through our hearts. Maybe, we will end up being a part of something that counts on compromises and these magical experiences will go out of the window but staying in peace is more important than destroying each other in the passion of love. I don’t know whether I would see you again or not; the problems of this world are never meant to be solved. I hope that we get another chance in another life (if it exists) as I want to complete my story with you which is just a wish as of now. Be there for yourself if not anybody else.
Yours lovingly, South Pole.
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This is a topic that I was eagerly waiting to write on as I have seen lethally hilarious memes coming up on social media platforms. Without getting diverted, I would like to present before you two examples. Here we go!
A) Ludo love: You know that you did not stand a chance to survive in a particular match as the first token that got out of your yard was going to get captured and exactly at that moment an angel in the name of your opponent saved you, for free. Is it just a co-incidence? Well, it is often said that when you’re smitten by the arrows of Cupid, the sky appears pink and the air looks purple. What’s the point in sparing the Ludo board then? It is as colourful as your imaginations can be, and even more, if you’re in love. In case of chess, the mundane black and white squares hide the colours present in the heart of your wooer, who lets you win keeping in mind the famous line, “haarkar jeetne waale ko Baazigar kehte hai.”(the one who loses intentionally to win in the long run is called an illusionist.) So, if your opponent is giving you these signs, you can happily start biting your nails with as much excitement as your dopamine level allows.
B) Love in a comment fight: Now, this refers to a derisive version of “love at first sight” on Facebook. In these times, none of us are running short of debatable topics and when somebody posts something offensive on his/her social media handle, people start commenting. Not only do they get their dosage of publicity from such posts but also arrange a stage for people to meet virtually. He comments, she fights, both of them smile and there’s nothing other than “likes”(or the “love” react). The trap is ready to merge two souls into one.
I have missed out on many other examples that I shall cover, later on. Thank you!
After a long time, when this night of commotion subsides, I’ll see you, I promise, in a crowded street where others would get lost in the hustle and you in my eyes; I’ll take you far away from commonality and yet be that common person whom you adore; we will see beauty again, appreciate it as well, together, to get drowned in an ocean of peace, leaving behind the cravings of our exhausted casings…
Take me to the place where there are mountains, whose peaks will bow down in front of my love for you; take me to a beach, where the sandy shore craves to hear the sound of waves just the way I do, to feel your touch; take me to a desert where the madness of thirst succumbs to the fear of not being able to find you in this world of nothing, yet everything; take me to a place, where I will recognize myself while looking at you, only you.
You dwell in my commas like an unfinished sentence, trying hard to reach closure only to die each time I put a full stop. I can’t wait to use a semicolon to bring you back to life; don’t fade away like those three dots in times of strife…
I like the dark. It makes me feel like myself; I do not see those lights drowning my existence in their facade of brightness, covering up all that is raw with their forced intensity. With closed eyes, I can choose to fabricate luminescence and that is exactly how I explore the depths of darkness.
The night passes like nimble waves in the beaches, trying to reach the shore, where the positivity of a new day penetrates it’s darkness. The night dresses up like a bride with all it’s stars and moon each day, and yet feeds on our fears. We associate brightness with morning and that is the reason behind us adoring the day, but if we can befriend darkness, then the beauty of the night will seem unmatched.