Love.Pain.Betray.

Attachments are beyond the control and regulations of human realms. No matter how ironical it may seem but the games our own mind plays are so deceitful that we fail to perceive them and mindlessly keep getting sucked into this whirlpool.
While we happily pass our day laughing and chattering, our cunning brain keeps using them to create love and attachment on the hindsight.

No enemy can betray as brutally

As our own beating hearts

Yesterday sprouted the love seeds

Today my desires bleed and depart

Without any prior consent or signatures,it continues to create love potions in our soul and we let it exploit us like a misinformed consumer. 

How fair is it?! To which it instills a reply of 'everything being fair in love and war'. That reminds me of the fairer sex which gladly lets the mind not just play games but is also enslaved in the pretext of love.

Long talks of love and yearning

Ringing giggles, a charming smile

Unquestionably my heart accepted

Forever, you shall be mine

Running behind someone is the worst poison one can give himself. It leaves you totally empty, hollow and consumed.

During the April days of any relation, our heart is full of hopes. Beaming with zeal and an energetic sunshine. It conspires with the mind and together they create a delusionary image of 'forever' without realising that no two hearts can beat as one, no two souls can synchronise in a similar passionate frenzy. 

Time continues to cement this belief until one fateful night, cold and chilly winds of reality start blowing. They are piercing and dry, jabbing and jarring away every delusion of a soothing sunshine.

You are palpitating and sweating

crushed to the core

But you can't stop running behind

who never was and never will be yours.

Sense of an ending...

Tears rushed through her lonely eyes

remains of a lost faith

piercing depths of her soul

this eerie sense of an ending

Cracked lips unable to tremble

silent sobs synchronous with beats

flowing like red in her veins

this eerie sense of an ending

A mayhem of incessant voices

murmuring from nowhere to nowhere

wrapping her like a volcano

this eerie sense of an ending

Crawling stealthy breath after breath

conspiring with time and mind

numbing her from toe to head

this eerie sense of an ending

Tightly gripping every muscle

twisted cords of realization and remorse

shaking her reason of existence

this eerie sense of an ending

Attaching firmly beneath her skin

million cells of painful memories

shielding all hope and happiness

this eerie sense of an ending

 Enveloping even her shadow

like the calmness of a night

terminating life moment by moment

this eerie sense of an ending. 
 

Let them blossom!

Have you ever noticed

those delicate little hands

who polish your shoes

prodigious you stand

Have you ever noticed

in the mayhem of town

weavers of dreams 

you curse upon and frown

Have you eve noticed

bright twinkling eyes

while they mop the floor

in a hope to rise

Have you ever noticed

the zest in their hearts

when they serve you silently

and you leave them to starve

Have you ever noticed

those burnt fingers

in your noise and celebration

their pain lingers

Have you ever noticed

the teary eyes

when you abuse and stab

pleasing your mighty pride

Have you ever noticed

the innocent why's

you left them to be gobbled

in a handful of lies

Have you ever noticed

the trembling bud

when you harassed her

and threw in a mud

Have you ever noticed

the dolls you carry

when for materialistic whims

you forced her to marry

Have you ever noticed

the sweat they shed

not to read and learn

but to beg instead

Have you ever noticed

the severity of your crime

selling the priceless pearls

for less than a dime

Have you ever noticed

when a boy you sodomize

its not just him

but a generation you victimize

Have you ever noticed

that you noticed not

little blossoming flowers

our worlds garden has got

Notice them now!

running wild and free

they are our greatest gift

nurturing them is victory!

For you, my friend :)

Cruel and harsh

Life is strange

promises of forever

in seconds they change

I fell apart 

like autumn leaves

down in the valley

dreams buried deep

and slowly but surely

life pulled me up

God seemed to hear again

faith re developed

I woke up again

to new beginnings bright

a stranger from distant land

caught my sight

in initial phase

I failed to recognize

our relation groomed

in its own stride

little by little

he touched my soul

his caring gestures

and ways unknown

I am healing now 

of my past pains

with your support

infinite strength I gain

You are a blessing

God's choicest gift

I will forget you not

even if our paths drift

you hear me steadily

night and day

you held my hand

in the summers of may

I can never repay

the unconditional love

its a heavenly bond

from paradise above

in you I trust

with you I fight

you judge me not

just suggest me right

I feel protected

a feeling divine

in your thoughts

I forever wish to be entwined

its true they say

life's ironical equation

you gain some. lose some

mathematics of relations

even miles apart

today or tomorrow

I can look up to you

in woes and sorrow

no words seem apt

no verse precise

which will explain

your place in my life

a promise eternal

I wish to make

never ever my friend

will this bond break.

P.S. This poem is a dedication for someone whom I can safely call my 'best friend'. He is also a blogger and when it comes to blogosphere I guess people know him better than me (specially girls;))since he churns out absolutely amazing love stories ! 

Apart from that he is a great person, the 'too good to be true' kinds. Even when I irritate him like hell with my absolutely random and at times mindless stories he will listen so very patiently as if he were genuinely interested. Remain the same and continue to listen to me :P

I know this poem depicts not even a tiny part of who you are but still can't write better so please accept it :)

And this post is special for one more reason - It is my 100th post...taaddaaaaaa *drum rolls* :D

A note of thanks to all those who read and appreciate, believe me every single word of yours matters. When I joined blogging I never thought I would be able to carry it for sooo long but the constant motivation and love encouraged me to share what all my heart embodies here on 'Embodying Emotions'.

THANKS A LOT FRIENDS :D

OK since its sounding more like a 'self proclaimed winners' speech (which are always so irritating AND boring) I stop here and now. Will be back with a new post soon. Till then hasta la vista dearies :* :))

Leaving you with few lines that I felt will some up all those 'genuine friendships' in the world....

Not just today.....

Its not today that you left me

a long time has passed

memories and memoirs have faded

in the ocean of life, big and vast.

Its not today that I cried

hiding myself in the dark

sobs and tears are a familiar part

and cuts that leave a mark.

Its not today that I pasted an empty smile

for the fake world to see

all they know is a happy girl

who cares what's going inside me.

Its not today that I tried to let go

all that life bestowed

in the form of sufferings and pain

and hurdles on the road.

Its not today that I accepted

what life presented to me

you and I were different people

and were never meant to be 'we'.

Its not today that I heard 'let go and move on'

from folks to whom it matters not

time can never be a healer

but a mere illusionary guard.

Rise and shine !!

o' woman of today

you fragile creature

know that you are strong

silence not your powers any more

For ages they have misused you

took your patience for granted

know that you too can speak

silence not your voice any more

every now and then

they victimize and torture one of you

know that you have an identity

silence not your respect any more

crushing your desires

they boast of control

know that you have a life

silence not your rights any more

though you be dainty

withholding your potential

know that you are not weak

silence not your strengths any more

The world exists at your feet

they must never ignore it

know that you are the begetter

silence not your might any more

patriarchy shouldn't mean oppression

you are no slave to them

know that you stand equal

silence not your pride any more

o' woman of today

stand up for yourself

know that you are the most wonderful creation

silence not your existence any more!

PS: Crimes, criminals, perverts, cowards, debauchees, barbarics - deal with them NOT with silence! 

...the last gasp...

 

Endless steps

I climb

darker dungeons

breathlessness

the last gasp...

O where did I leave

my own self

amidst uncertain 

promises

the last gasp...

In the flowing river

I crawl helplessly

up and down

to reach no where

the last gasp...

Crumbled dreams

in a wounded box

rip it apart

let me escape

the last gasp...

Royal curtains

beaded and stoned

aren't pretty anymore

tear them apart

the last gasp...

Blood rushes

in and out

profuse and red

momentary respite

the last gasp...

Silence murdered

the soul inside

a gush of air

and it all ends

the last gasp....

Snow

Late in the evening 

snow begins to fall

little insignificant flakes

drapes mountains and homes

lush, pure and calm

like a sea painted white

serene as it flutters

gentle as in sways

In a valley exists a town

a little unheard one

with a dim lit cottage

wildflowers and soft grasses

amidst the mountain range

sits a girl besides the window pane

snow ruffles her dreams

that's her belief

in the loneliness of nights

snow flickers like hope

delighting her yearnings

sharing lost dreams

the silence of snow

talks of untold desires

on petite white flakes

swings endless mysteries.

contour of memories

An indistinct frame

follows me

although petite but

with an aura of authority

drawing a sharp notice

its clumsy and curious being

with an untimely arrival

like a wintry mist of familiarity

Carrying a heavy luggage

a bandwagon of emotions

throwing me in a dudgeon

deep, dark and silent

like splinters in hits

or a void of realizations

a 'breathing' bullet

piercing and lingering

a flight of retrospection

caged and restricted

it takes me to a place

so familiar yet so hostile

I have known it well

as a frequent visitor

who unlike my own shadow

walks besides me

Never will this image

leave me in solitude

in moments of serenity

it will hunt and haunt me

As time flows by

I am afraid that it shall rule

my forlorn nights

and long summer days

this contour of memories...

PS : I found this pic a little creepy and the ironical part is, although my poem endorses such an abstract idea, it somehow depicts it pretty well. Google, you intrigue me!

Unimpeded....

Taking hold of me

from dawn to dusk

and dusk to dawn

in blooms and flush

desires never die

unconsciously they lie

flourishing like weeds

causing untold miseries

spinning concentric webs

thread by thread

entangling and breaking, entangling again

futile is to impede

amorphous kindling aspirations

setting up wildly like a storm

rooting deep to the deepest

outgrowing the tallest of trees

I fight and I resist

those arrays of emotions

but there is no holding them

futile is to impede

neither meaningful words

nor soulful talks

can subdue those temptations

and futile is to impede....

a love not forgotten....

Twenty stairs

a perching bird

I stand here

behind the church

one misty morning

you caught my sight

I still remember

that blue shirt with red stripes

again we met

in a party

destined it was

began our story

time flew off

in its habitual way

silent whispers

yet volumes they'd say

parched roads turned lush

wildflowers bloomed

moon crescented much

as our love groomed

I knew not

we created memories

someday it will

be my prized victory

you stole my soul

reasons unknown

my heart still yearns

distressed, forlorn

the places we strolled

the songs we sang

those long happy drives

on city's outskirts

and then suddenly

you had to leave

a bitter reality

to believe

called you were

to the war-front

axing my dreams

you walked off dear soldier

the day you returned

I was euphoric

running wildly

untrammelled and free

you stood there

a proud warrior

your smile shone

charming like ever

but..who was she?

I stepped back to know

maybe his mistress

the crowd implied

still and tizzy

I stood and watched

our past memories

dismantled and dislodged

you held her hand

and went inside

people followed 

ignoring my plight

you took oaths

of marital bliss

the church bell rang

uncertain of my grief

long years have passed

seasons flown and drown

oft-returning birds

yet a sturdy me

still stands there

twenty stairs

a perching bird

unforgotten you....undying love!!

 

PS : The image above is what inspired me to pen down this poem!

Hope kills...

Hope kills

yes it does

a sharp weapon

that prods relentlessly.

moments ago

a momentary respite

you got up

brushing tears aside

all seemed well

in control

unlocking the door

bridling worries

you march ahead

nature soothes

bolstering you up

are trespassers

and slowly 'hope' crepts in

back and revived.

you loose guard

mistaking it for-ever

but vicissitude is inevitable

inexorable

a blowing jerk

and its ripped off

throbbing beats slowing down

gasping for air

a momentary respite

moments ago

another jab

now no more

told you my friend

hope kills.......

PS : I have tried depicting a circle which defines 'hope' in our lives. Its actually a viscous one...killing us one moment and compelling us to 'hope' on the very next....but then thats my view point, you are welcome to let those imaginary horses gallop wild and free and interpret the words in your own way :)

The many shades of me :))

The many hues of life

all splashing unto me

a sprinkle here and there

or drenching wild and free

eccentric and vibrant

joyous and en- zealed

with careless laughter pouring

ORANGISH shades it reveals

passionate and intense

dawning turmoil and upheavals

I care not of lighter shades then

PURPLE is the colour I be

romantic and mystic

with powerful enchanting sways

love - the only cynosure

cherry RED emboldens me

a peaceful WHITE or fresh YELLOW

inhaling the morning breeze

or crisp like GREEN grass blades

sharp yet sunny bellows

suppressed with BLUES

maybe soft and gentle

or nightmarishly dark

dimming the SILVERY enthuse

bold, BLACK and sassy

tracing authority and Independence

or saintly WHITE and sagacious

shimmering purity and radiance

The canvas is me

and so are the pastels

I am the artist

stroking with poignant skills

incomplete and imperfect

like the crescenting moon

awaiting a Midas touch

pearly drops and dew

shining a medley of shades

infinite tones and tints

I fabricate a beautiful life

I celebrate a COLOURFUL me :))

PS : I am not sure if 'colour therapy' works but there is something I know "It is not the form that dictates the colour, but the color that brings out the form" . 

Wish everyone a life splashing with an array of innumerable shades! :D

In the name of "the DIVINE game"

FOREWARNING :  This post has been carved out of sheer madness. I have no intentions what so ever to hurt anybody's sentiments. However, if you feel offended in any way, my sincere apologies to you!

Cricket will be a religion

players demigods

a place of pilgrimage

will be 'THE LORDS'

toddlers will know

yorkers and spin

LBW and no balls

the gravest of SINS

match highlights will be 'chanted'

every single day

learn them you must

or you are sure to go astray

bat and ball will be sacred

and umpires be priests

before heading for crucial jobs

a six you must hit

two matches daily

on weekends six

watch,play and win

or be labelled an ATHEIST

WORLD CUP will be the 'religious month'

gulp as much as you may

auspicious to catch it live

all your troubles at bay

Sachin's achievements the HOLY BOOK

Ponting's- the lesser writings
'cricket ethics and morals'
school's will be teaching

all youngsters will be SAGES

acquainted with subtle nuances

young , dynamic players

eyed by mothers and their lasses

matrimonial will read

'should be a follower of cricket

can score at least two centuries

and run between wickets'

Government will swear

in the name of the 'CUP'

and country who wins

will be the most developed


each nation a SECT
captain as the leader
game performance will decide
your 'creed' and 'caste'

MATCH FIXING would be contemplated

to be a 'Satan's job'

whoever consorts with it

to be hell bound by the Gods

And I am sure this religion
will originate in INDIA
for our sentiments
sculpt it out perfectly

Look! I made you fantasize

of such marvellous cricket days
when hitting centuries my friend
will be a child's play :P

So whose going 'cricket-igious' ?