The Dandelion

I was told that I was a venomous weed
A toxic dreamer, entranced in his madness.
For my heart carried a cynical seed
That sprouted from the tears of my sadness.

I was a dandelion in the land of the roses
That was often looked down upon in disgrace with a frown.
I was the misfit whose existence everyone opposes
For amidst the blossoming beauty, I was the ugly clown.

The beguiling comfort of the chaos that raged within my heart
Had convinced me of my black venomous soul.
In the darkness, I began to fall apart
For it seemed in my life I had lost all control.

Yet my life took a turn on a glorious day,
When amidst my plight you approached me.
You reached out to me in your mystic way
As you saw a light in me that I failed to see.

You wiped all my bitter burning tears
As you witnessed the fury of my palpable nightmares.
You quelled my pain laden fears
As my name, you whispered in your earnest prayers.

Being a dandelion, I was the victim of my voiceless screams
For as a poisonous plant is all that others could see.
But you made me the carrier of your hopes and dreams
As you elevated me, to more than I could ever be.

Note: Few days ago I got past 2K followers on WordPress & I dedicate this poem to all my lovely followers who have elevated my existence in their own magical way! The dandelion is a metaphor for the bond we shared. I was rather unwanted. I’m the kind of person, whom people easily replace in their lives & being an introvert, I’m unable to express my agony. I felt as if I’m invisible & that my existence doesn’t really matter. When I started this writing I had a very cynical approach. I wanted to haunt my readers with my unexpressed nightmares in the form of rhymes just to prove to them that I exist. It was at that juncture, as I opened my heart of darkness that you embraced me with the light in your heart. You made me feel that I’m not alone in my silent battles & this gave me the faith there is some goodness within me as well. It was your love & support that sparked an emotional revolution within my heart, as through my spell of darkness I started to discover the light within me. I know we may not talk all that much, but I want you to know that I love you because we grew together. You made me the writer I am today… The fragrance of your kindness will always dwell within my heart & I’ll always be grateful to you for that.

She Completes Me

It was countless nights ago in the kingdom of my despair,
When a seraph descended & bewitched my soul’s poetic gland.
She healed my broken thoughts, that I couldn’t repair
Whilst she smiled at me & gently held my hand.

On that shattered night towards me she was kind,
As she patiently heard & quelled my silent screams.
While there was a war in my mind
She made me rise, while breathing life into my dying dreams.

She touched my soul’s bleeding scars,
& filled them with love, as tears ran down my face.
In that moment, my spirit out-shined a million stars
For she made me feel, that I wasn’t a disgrace.

She was intrigued by my melancholic madness
As she noticed how I subliminally bled in my rhymes.
With her reassuring presence she drained out my sadness
While being my pillar of strength amidst tough times.

I feel she’s the fragrance of my purest prayers
For our bond is like a blessing from the heavens above.
She never abandons me even in my darkest nightmares
& her every aspect I helplessly adore & love.

She truly is my poetry in motion
& sometimes I marvel her with no words to say.
For her grace streams like an ever-flowing ocean
& she completes me in her own way.

This poem is inspired by the birthday of a dear friend. But being an otherwise introvert person, I’m not the best when it comes to verbally say or call/text regularly state how important she is to me. So I wrote this poem as a way of expressing what she truly means to me. If you liked this post, then I humbly request you to like, comment & follow my blog. 

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She Is Mine

Disclaimer: This is my very first erotic poem, it’s all based on my wild sense of imagination. As a writer, I always try to explore new genres to evolve & put my writing skills to test. I have nothing but the highest level of respect for females, so I hope you folks don’t perceive me as a pervert based on this poem. I apologize in advance in case my words sound vulgar to you or disturb you in anyway.

Once upon a dreamy fairytale night,
her soul inflamed with my love’s fire.
I saw her delightful fantasies take flight,
& I approached to fulfill her every dark desire.

I pinned her against the wall,
My lips caressed & intertwined with her lips.
In utter jubilation, I could feel her spirit fall
When I grabbed & smacked her firm hips.

I picked her in my arms & took her inside my room
Where I gently placed her on my bed.
Countless wild thoughts began to bloom,
As fantasies started to brew inside her head.

She blushed & tried to cover her breast,
When I stripped off every piece of cloth from her skin.
Seeing her naked, I too undressed
& we ignited the fire of our beautiful sin.

I opened her legs wide, reaching for her lower base
& with one solitary touch, I heightened her senses.
As I rubbed her clitoris, a smile curled on her face
While she abandoned all her inhibitions & defenses.

I grabbed her breast; I went inside her deep
& she accommodated every inch of me within her.
With joy, her tantalized spirit began to leap
As our fiery romance began to blaze & stir.

Rapidly I drilled the inner walls of her hole
& she grabbed the sheets of the bed.
Elated, her every breath elevated her soul,
While in bliss, her eyes rolled at the back of her head.

Frivolously she submitted & surrendered to my sensual schemes
As entranced in this alluring agony, she gave me her all to feast.
I broke her limits & drove her to unimaginable extremes
While between her legs, I roared rampantly like a beast.

This divine madness that she experienced was beyond measure
As she grabbed my head & loudly moaned my name.
She arched her back as her soft spot pulsated with pleasure
For this raging rapture within her, she no longer could contain.

She felt things that she had never felt before
As sparks of electric sensations ran up her spine.
Time froze as waves of delight from her core began to out-pour
While we melted in each other, knowing that I am her’s & she is mine.

Note: As they say love can’t be times, it has to be lived…Through this poem I want to express that a woman should be treated with love & respect. Her aspirations & desires should be addressed in every aspect & that even after an intense love session, a man should behave in a way that gives her the assurance that they belong to each other on an emotional level.

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Always & Forever

As I drown in the sea of our memories, tonight,
I recall how you held me amidst my plight.
I didn’t know what was wrong & what was right,
In that darkest hour, you ascended to be my light.

Time stood still under the light of a million stars
& we talked for countless hours.
I felt safe showing you my bleeding scars,
because our souls entwined like the fragrance of flowers.

When tormented by life’s unforgiving schemes
& shattered to unimaginable extremes.
You sang lullabies to quell my silent screams,
You breathed life into my dying dreams.

Though things aren’t like the way they were before
Because sadly, we don’t get to talk anymore.
On us, you may have to close the door,
But our glorious past, my heart will still adore.

Parting, as you may now, attend to a personal endeavor
Still your memory from my soul, none can ever dissever.
The duration of our bond, time can never measure
Because I’ll carry you in my heart…Always & forever.

Note: They say if you like a flower you pluck it but if you truly love the flower, then you water it & watch it grow… perhaps that’s why sometimes we need to water our special bonds with our silent tears. I know sometimes I am not able to spend time with many people who are emotionally quite close to me & gradually through the passage of time it may appear as if we are strangers, but life is complicated, changes take place in an unpredictable way & our innocent desires get eclipsed by the burden of responsibilities. Through this poem I just want to express that even if we are unable to spend time or talk like the way we used to in the past, still you’ll always have a special place in my beating heart. The fragrance of our bond shall dwell in my soul always & forever. ❤

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My Faithful Friend (Collab)

Counting down the days gone by,
Ticking off dates on a calendar page.
I lay back and breathe a sigh,
Wondering when I will leave this cage.

Amidst this madness, as my every innocent dream dies,
My faith walks on broken glass… For a thousand miles.
I contain countless burning tears in my eyes
As I hide my pain behind my fake smiles.

That’s when your calming presence I begin to see,
As you rise to be my beacon of hope amidst the dark.
You raise me up to more than I can be,
As gently you heal my bleeding heart.

As my demons evolve in dreadful metamorphic forms,
You hold my hand and become my guiding force.
Together we confront all the dark unforgiving storms,
While standing side by side, a light within me you enforce.

We stand in stark contrast,
like a rainbow in a ghastly gray sky.
Though the distance between us is vast,
I know you’ll wipe my tears if ever I cry.

Things may fall apart from pole to pole,
But I hope our bond will never end.
Your benevolent fragrance, I carry in my soul,
For you complete me… my faithful friend.

Note: A true friend sees the silent tears in your eyes that you are holding back & the pain in your smile that you hide, which others fail to understand. It’s such precious people who support us when we feel vulnerable. Through this poem Marie & me aim to capture the true essence of friendship. We aim to highlight that our personalities may be different, we may be miles apart but if the emotions & intent is genuine then it can blossom into a blissful bond. I had the great honor to work on a collaboration & witness the creative brilliance of Marie as a blogger. She often calls me Sensei Sid, but honestly she taught me a thing or two about poetry as she shared her beautiful outlook towards friendship. Please show some love & visit her blog on:

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Mirage (Collab)

I had the great privilege to marvel the magnificence of a splendid blogger: the girl with a puzzled mind as we brain-stormed together over this poetic collaboration. She may have puzzled mind but she can make your heart melt with delight with her magical words. Please do visit her blog on https://thegirlwithapuzzledmind.art.blog/

We’ve worked on the collab retaining our original writing styles. Her’s is a write-up, while mine are a bunch of rhymes.

Puzzles Mind’s Version

It was a silent night. In a starless sky, the moon was unusually bright. It was a night of solitude and no one was in sight. Everything was dark and still, glistening with the silver glow. In this dark silver night a restless heart was roaming amidst the whisper of the past, in an attempt to see the unseen.

In the midst of the dark agony, out of nowhere a silver mist appeared. The frail heart thumped with a flicker of hope. A hand moved forward in anticipation to look beyond. Just then the dark veil of clouds appeared and wrapped the glowing moon. All the silver light was gone and once again the darkness was born. Like some shivering mirage the silver mist vanished. The shadow of sorrow was visible again. The silence of the night was now echoed with a painful cry.

My Version:

Reminiscently I reel back the old times
When your heart seemed as pure as the winter’s first snow.
I remember how I wanted to immortalize you in my rhymes
But now you are just someone that I used to know.

There was a time when you quenched my soul’s thirst
As I fancied your love raining in the desert of my heart.
But now those memories trouble me the worst
For you abandoned me when things started to fall apart.

You turned your back on my tear-stained face
As for help, towards you, when I outstretched my hand.
That’s when you saw me as a pathetic disgrace
& the bitterness of your venomous soul I began to understand.

Perhaps angels too have their wicked schemes
For you butchered me, with your intentions like a knife.
Now entranced in a spell of my searing silent screams
I realize the worst people teach us the most valuable lessons in life.

I see the false promises that you keep
While an illusion of you burns in my eyes.
I see you lie through your teeth
& from your black magic, I now intend to rise.

Awaking from your spell I have nothing more to say
As realistically things, I begin to view.
I turn away and I’m on my way
As darling, I realize my mistake of loving a mirage-like you.

Note: “All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream” – Edgar Allan Poe. Everything is an illusion, but nothing hurts more when such act of deception comes from a loved one whom we trust the most! This collab tries to emphasize on that sentiment & is dedicated to those who have been broken in love or ever had their expectations shattered because of a mirage.

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She Loves Broken Things

As the moon malevolently beams
My nightmares blossom like roses during springs.
But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations
While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings.
Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, her voice calms the restless oceans
& she out carols all the nightingales when she sings.
Perhaps with a lullaby, she’ll soothe my raging emotions
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, with her humble divine grace
She wraps dysfunctional tragedies in her wings.
Perhaps she’ll wipe the tears too, from my face
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’m broken but I consider myself blessed
For some ruins, hold treasures more than the wealthiest of kings
& I’ll outpour my hidden treasures on her heavenly breast
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

To satisfy her abstract compassionate art
With my last breath, I surrender somethings.
I give her my shattered soul, my broken heart;
& perhaps with love, she’ll mend those broken things.

Note: At various junctures of life I’ve often felt ruined beyond repair, this poem is dedicated to people who have often felt broken due to various reasons in their life. In this poem, ‘Broken Things’ is a metaphor for emotionally broken people. Just like mystic treasures are often hidden in ruins similarly divine emotions are hidden within broken people, & if you value a broken person he/she will subliminally pour out his/her heart for you. So if you ever come across a broken person then don’t be judgmental about their past & don’t mock at their scars. Be compassionate & see their scars as spaces that you can fill with your kindness & understanding. For, there is no greater joy than making a broken person feel complete once again. ❤ 

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Liebster Award

I would like to thank Yiena for considering me worthy of this award. She’s an incredible writer whose words stream like a free-flowing do check out her blog>

https://minimallyshe.wordpress.com/

Rules:
1 Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.
2 Answer the questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.
3 Nominate other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.
4 Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts.
5 List the rules and display a Liebster Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.

Q&A

Let’s begin shall we…

Q1. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without?
A1. Disturbing my blogging tribe with my annoying texts. Blogging to me is more than the number of likes, comments & followers that I get. For me it’s always been about the number of lives that I’ve touched & the number of heart to heart bonds that I’ve been able to establish. I consider myself lucky with the amount of love that I’ve got & I try my best to sustain it by interacting with fellow bloggers through various social media platforms. You folks, have not only held my hand amidst my darkest nightmares, you’ve also believed in my sweetest dreams. I don’t know how or when but you have become an integral part of my life.

Q2. List two pet peeves.
A2. I’m a peace loving person but if you ever disturb my sleep intentionally or try to steal food from my plate… That’s when we are officially at war!

Q3. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
A3. 4 pair of shoes. No people didn’t hurl them at me because of my non-sense ( well that’s not happened to me as yet)… I got them in sale. 2 for office, 1 for working out & the other for casual wear.

Q4 If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have?
A4 God would topple down from his great golden throne if a clumsy person like me was made a super-hero xD. I still remember in 3rd grade my English asked us to write an essay on the same topic, that’s perhaps the first time I had an identity crisis in my life lol. But I wrote that, I’d like to be my original self & have the power to make others smile. I still hold on to that sentiment, guess somethings never change!

Q5. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.)
A5. Definitely flight, I love the feeling when the plane takes off. Besides it’s on flights when I feel happy that some pretty females (stewardess) may acknowledge my existence in some way. lol xD

Q6. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be?
A6. I wish I could spent more time with my dad & did stuff to make him feel proud.

Q7. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep (and why?)
A7. 26 hours. I had my first solo trip to Bangalore to meet some of my followers. I had planned to catch a flight straight after night shift at office. My shift got extended. I rushed to the airport & as they say hurry spoils the curry… I ended up on the wrong terminal. I somehow scampered my way through to the correct terminal to catch my flight just in the nick of time. I was the last to board so got the last seat between a mother carrying a cranky infant & judgmental teenager boy (perfect ingredients for a sleepless flight). Once I reached Bangalore I turned into this wild child bemused with a sense of incorruptible curiosity. I was overwhelmed with a sense of excitement! They all said enjoy the trip but none said to live & explore in an organised way.

Q8. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
A8. I don’t think any girl could tolerate my madness for too long. I don’t think I’ve had a secret admirer. If there is any, then I really hope she tones down her stealth mode. Besides… I’m a vegetarian, I wouldn’t bite you, if you say that you like me. xD

Q9 Who do you go out of your way to be nice to?
A9 I’m more of an introvert & a loner in real life, I appreciate even the smallest acts of kindness. I have this personal thumb rule, if someone is good to me, I’ll ensure that I treat them better. This mentality of mine… it doesn’t pertain to a specific individual, but instead its the intent of a person towards me that makes go above & beyond for the other person.

I’d catch a grenade for ya!

Q10 What language do you wish you could speak?
A10 I respect all cultures & feel every language has it’s own poetic beauty. If I have to choose to choose one it’s the language of love & compassion that have always captivated my imagination. It is the language that a mute man can speak, a deaf man can hear & a blind man can see. If I’m capable I hope to conquer hearts with love… Thus, overriding the cultural & linguistic barriers that otherwise may divide us.

Q11. What about the opposite sex confuses you the most?
A11. It confuses me… how women selflessly sacrifice on their own happiness, in order to secretly sustain the smiles of people around them. It confuses me… how they can be so kind & nurturing, towards a society that is mostly rather insensitive towards them. It confuses me… how they hide their darkest fears, behind a beautiful smile that can light up an entire galaxy. There might be a million mystic things about women that confuse me but that’s mainly because I’m incapable to fathom the endless greatness that a woman carries in her heart. Women are beautiful enigmas in their own right… I ascend to marvel them with utmost respect, rather be trapped in an endless spell confusion.

If you have reached this far, then you’ve earned my utmost love & respect!

My Questions:
Q1) If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would it be? (pst… please forget your modesty for once)
Q2) In the end we all are reduced to a memory in other peoples’ minds & hearts, how do you want to be remembered? What’s the legacy you want people to associate you with?
Q3) An embarrassing memory that occasionally still makes you smile?
Q4) Whats the happiest moment of your life that you cherish the most?
Q5) What is your most favorite movie/ web-series? (It’s the weekend after all, I need some options for my entertainment)
Q6) What is that something that provides peace to you?
Q7) How are you surviving from the boredom being imprisoned in your home because of the virus outbreak?
Q8) How old is your blog & what is it’s origin story?
Q9) How do you recover yourself from a bad day?
Q10) A thought/quote you strongly live by & why?
Q11) Any areas of improvements/feedback that you may have for me as a blogger/friend/poet?

My nominees are:
1. Vanya
2. Marie
3. Kamakshi
4. Chetna
5. Jai Lynn
6. Sneha
7. Joni
8. Sonali
9. Anisha
10. Gulfcoastpoet
11. Ayesha

Apart from these nominations, my nomination is open to anyone who wishes to participate in it

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Kintsugi – Broken is Beautiful

There’s an angel that dwells in the hills,
Whose aura makes every mortals’ heart swell with delight.
Even the moon blushes as it experiences heavenly thrills,
& spell bounded it marvels, her serene smile every night.

 
Her scented shadow conspires to blossom the flowers
More than the blazing bright sun in the skies.
Seraphs in heaven envy of her angelic powers
For it seems a million constellations glitter in her beautiful eyes.
 

In her heart, she paints her innocent dreams
& her mind is a plethora of poetic paradigms.
Though she’s been a victim of life’s unforgiving schemes
But with her divine grace, she outshines her hard times.

 
Often she outgrows her own sufferings
As she listens to others with a genuine intent to understand.
Sadly her kindness gets taken for granted
among other things
Yet she always extends her helping hand.

 
Sometimes she mulls over the futility of life laying on the bed
As wrapped in silence, she feels broken.
Countless memories burn inside her head
Yet about her agony, she gives no token. 

As I witness the shattered hopes of her heart
I intend to use my words like Kintsugi for awhile.
To convey broken is beautiful even if things fall apart
& I hope she’ll smile as big as the river Nile. 

Note: Kintsugi is the Japanese art of mending of broken things by filling them with gold. It is perhaps to remind all of us that if something has suffered some damage or is broken, even then it still has the capability of being something beautiful. This poem is also dedicated to Vanya, a dear follower of mine who unfortunately injured herself a few days back. Today happens to be her birthday, please join me in wishing her a happy birthday as a way of driving the positive vibes for her on her birthday!

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My Nightingale

There was a nightingale in my heart
& sometimes it out-caroled the chaos of the universe.
Whatever sufferings, within me, my fate did impart,
My nightingale soothed my aching soul with it’s symphonic verse.

My nightingale’s eyes shined like an innocent child
& it rested in my heart, as babies rest in their cribs.
But I knew my child, was tenaciously wild
& so I hid it in the cage of my ribs.

My angel of hope sang to me in the dark
As it protected me from my every shattered night.
It quelled the restless beating of my helpless heart
& calmed the war in my mind amidst my plight.

Whenever the moon would blissfully beam,
My nightingale used to look into my eyes.
It sang beautifully like verses from a poet’s dream,
& its awe-inspiring songs made my wounded soul rise.

My nightingale wanted to fly freely like the west wind
But its only sin was selflessly loving me.
For the burden of responsibilities made me blind
& my nightingale’s desire I could no longer see.

My remorse no mortal could ever understand
As I walked alone through the passage of time.
I felt as if I killed my child with my own hand
For my nightingale’s song had lost its rhyme.

Note: Remember when you were a child? How each day you had a new dream? As life moved on, as you grew older & were burdened with the weight of the expectations & responsibilities, you changed. You lost somewhere, you started ignoring your dream & your earnest desires. The nightingale in this poem is a symbol of those dreams & through the medium of this poem I want to reach out to the dreamer in you… There is no greater loss than losing yourself & there is no greater sin ignoring or killing your dreams. So live in the moment, protect your dream & if required be ready to fight for it! Sending love & positive vibes may all your dreams transmute into reality. ❤

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Worthy

Starlit scarlet shined in my teary eye
As in darkness, I fell apart.
I helplessly watched my hope die
While fear impaled the blooming dreams in my heart.

Others saw me as a delusional dreamer in the dark
& to them, I was the unwanted enigma.
They ignored my soul’s symphonic spark
So I quietly carried my social stigma.

Like a Rubik’s cube, I was a beautiful mess
& the complex algorithm of my life none could understand.
Feeling worthless I carried my stress that I couldn’t express
Until you entered my life & gently held my hand.

The autumn breeze gently perfumed the air
While under the shade of a tulip tree, one day we met.
The blossoms glided like snow, upon your jet black hair
As you said things to me, that I will never forget.

In terror, my helpless heart used to shrink
While others’ stripped my confidence from pole to pole.
Yet you told me not to care about what others think
As with your unconditional love, you healed my aching soul.

Having lost everything in life, insecurities slithered underneath my skin
But you came as a blessing from high heavens above.
By losing your heart to my rhymes you
immortalized my solitary
& I felt worthy… felt worthy of your divine love.

Note: Heard the song Creep by Radiohead? Well that’s how I felt for a long duration of my life, I’ve tried to fit-in & be accepted by people around me but I terribly failed in that… I was a cynical scoundrel (perhaps still am to some extent), but regardless of my darkness when I started this blog you embraced me with your love & understanding. I may not be able to express the true extent of love for my followers but hope understand how grateful I really am , towards you all. Through this poem I also want to express is that everyone is worthy of something special like this & those who believe in your goodness would support you even when you feel lost in your worst condition.

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Let Go

While the moon blatantly beams
She waltzes on your dying dreams.
I feel the sorrow in your soul that streams
I hear the agony of your silent screams.

Your soul is shattered & you feel broken
As from a beguiling dream, you’ve now awoken.
You shrink, about your fears you haven’t spoken
For she has given you a tormenting token.

I know your love was true
I see the pain you went through.
In the journey of life as she abandoned you
You did, something that you know, you shouldn’t do.

Perhaps in her heart you lost your place
Perhaps with someone else she had you replaced.
But don’t spill the acid of your venomous words on her face
For I never want your inner goodness to be misplaced.

I know things didn’t go as per your plan
For love’s an enigma that disobeys our planned command.
Remember that in some way she made you a better man
But now you deserve someone better, I hope you understand.

In love more than the outcome, its the memories that matter
So don’t overthink the past & bitterly cry.
Don’t let your selfless soul ever shatter
For, someone else is meant to be the sun in your sky.

I know, you loved with a pure heart
So gently live & let your being’s beauty glow.
She may have caused your world to fall apart
But don’t beg her to stay, instead gracefully let go.

Note: Few days ago, my friend was dumped by his girlfriend & with the bitterness that burnt within him, he said stuff about her that wasn’t justified in anyway that disturbed me personally to a great extent. I agree she might have been heartless towards you & that goodbyes are tough to digest but we all come from a woman, so how can we say nasty things about another? As they say love knows it’s own depth only at the time of separation… through this poem I offer my sincere support to all those who have loved & lost. I also want to emphasize that don’t let anyone’s actions displace the goodness that I know breathes within you. Someday we all will be reduced to mere memories, so lets do our best to be remembered as a good memory in someone’s mind. Always remember in the end, only 3 things matter: how purely you love’d, how well you tried to sustain it & how gracefully you let go of someone, who wasn’t meant for you.

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Priceless

They say some of the most priceless things are often found in ruins. Perhaps, that’s why Vincent poetic gift of words would often get lost in his macabre melancholic outlook towards life. His dark perspective towards life was paved by his traumas & insecurities that impaled the most innocent fragments of his tender soul. Though his mother tried her best to sustain his happiness, since childhood, while dealing with financial vows, Vincent’s innocent dreams were often crushed under the burden of responsibilities. He always wanted to be a poet, but to support his family financially, he chose to be a banker. All his salary used to go towards the household expenditure managing the monthly expenses.

Vincent was a quiet gentleman, who always had a storm of emotions swirling in his soul. He preferred to write rather than speak as a way of expressing himself. Every fortnight after completing his shift, Vincent used to take his poems to publishers, but the ignoramus publishers were prisoners to their limited paradigms & hence they failed to comprehend the beauty of his mind, which was splendidly drenched in darkness.

Perhaps it was this constant rejection from publishers & the sense of deprivation of dreams that made Vincent obsessed, he began to lust over the thought of getting his book published. He knew he had the capability of transmuting his nightmares into symphonic arias of faith for others. He wanted to bleed his heart out on the pages of his book. He wanted to galvanize the souls of many silent suffers like him. He wanted to be the voice of the voiceless. He wanted to be heard, he wanted to be understood…

In the wake of destruction, recovering from a depressing day at the bank & another frustrating rejection from an imbecile publisher, Vincent decided to meet Sonja at twilight.

The world always saw Vincent as an emotionally complex individual. To some extent, Vincent also saw himself as an agathokakological animal, for he knew the saints & sinners that swam in his soul. Yet Sonja was perhaps the only person who cwtched Vincent’s storms with a heart full of unconditional love. Sonja truly was the light to Vincent’s darkness. She was the beacon of hope that healed his aching soul with her kindness. Every time they met, their hearts connected & conversed a language of love that was more than words.

As the night unfurled its splendor, Vincent & Sonja laid down on the green grass looking up to the sky that floated like melted blue sapphire, inflamed by the fire of countless stars. Sonja noticed a tear drop from Vincent’s eye, she knew that he was a man who would take his grief to his grave rather than cry in front of others. Hence out of concern she asked what was bothering him. In a dreary voice, Vincent said “It’s rather tragic something priceless lies within me, yet I can’t attain it”.

Wiping Vincent’s tears, Sonja motivated him to save from his salary to publish his book rather than rely on some senseless publishers. She inspired him to dream again. It was the sincerity of Sonja’s faith in him through which Vincent dared to dream again of publishing his book.

With a renewed sense of belief and a resurrected vision, Vincent decided to save money by skipping one meal a day in order to fuel the fire of his desire. In time, he managed to save a little for himself. He did overtime at work to get extra money. Sonja was deeply moved by Vincent’s will power & had searched for a suitable publisher who was willing to publish the book for a fee. After doing the calculations, he realised that if he continued this way within five months he would have saved enough money to publish at least 200 copies of his book on his own terms.

Starving in order to feed his obsession, enveloped in the eye of the storm, Vincent used to close his eyes and witness the days & night silently pass by. As the wheel of time carelessly moved on, seasons changed the beautiful summer sun was replaced by the frail winds of autumn. Apart from the season a lot of things, within Vincent changed fundamentally as well. As Vincent struggled, survived & evolved in this self-assigned journey; subliminally he went down the memory lane & was able to understand how hard it would have been for Rosemary, Vincent’s mother, to save money to meet his childish demands. He imagined what she would have gone through to make the ends meet.

Rosemary was an angel in disguise of a human being. Due to the financial struggles in the family, she herself had to sacrifice a lot on her aspirations in life. Yet with her limited resources she never failed to make miracles for Vincent. When Vincent was small & there wasn’t a stable source of income, there were nights when she slept with an empty stomach in order to ensure that her child had proper meal. Often just to satisfy her sense of fulfillment she used to wear a fake Swiss watch, perhaps that illusion of luxury made her humble heart dance with joy. She was a dreamer who often found herself in moments where her aspirations would wither away. Yet rather than lamenting about dying dream, she used to silent smile; for she felt its better to hide some heartaches behind a smile, rather than explain them to others.

Vincent had managed to save the money required to publish his book & this process of going the extra mile for the sake of his dream had resulted in emotions that now erupted in his heart like lava from an active volcano. Vincent hadn’t forgotten Rosemay’s selfless sacrifices; they might have been dormant memories, yet they were bone-deep memories that were engraved within his being. Rosemary’s birthday was around the corner, & so before Vincent went out to meet the publisher (to fulfill his priceless dream), he asked her “What do you want for your birthday, Mom?”. Rosemary who was looking for her fake Swiss branded watch turned to him & replied with selfless grace “I just want to see you smile, your happiness is the greatest gift for me.” Upon hearing this Vincent’s heart melted with delight, for a moment it felt as if time had frozen; for that was the most poetic emotion that he had felt in ages.

Sonja was restless that afternoon, she had received the message for the publisher that Vincent never arrived for the meeting. She was both perplexed & concerned & she wanted to know what caused this change of heart. When Vincent arrived he was greeted by Sonja’s endless questions to which he smiled & said you’ll know all about it tomorrow. He handed the bag to Sonja and requested that she doesn’t open it. Vincent also asked Sonja to give the bag to Rosemary, without telling Rosemary that it was from him. Sonja was intrigued but respecting the bond that they shared & agreed to abide by Vincent’s request without much questioning.

The next day, Sonja went to meet Rosemary. Vincent called Rosemary as he preferred to view the scene from a few steps away. Rosemary was pleasantly surprised that Sonja came to meet her on her birthday. Sonja offered the bag to Rosemary, Rosemary pulled out a leather case with a tag that stated: “Because you are timelessly priceless.” As soon as, Rosemary opened the leather case, sparkles from a shining original Swiss branded watch streamed in Rosemary’s eyes. She was speechless, as tears streamed from her eyes she embraced Sonja with all the love in her heart.

As Sonja hugged Rosemary, she saw Vincent, the Mozart who orchestrated this magical moment. Seeing him smile, Sonja comprehended the epiphany of Vincent choosing to fulfill the life long dream of his mother, over his personal goal. She realized that his heart was freed from the desires of this materialistic world. Vincent now valued the visions & aspirations of others more than his own. No paper, no book & no words were capable of capturing the poetic paradigm that streamed from Vincent’s heart. Sonja clearly saw the light of kindness & humility that now beamed in Vincent’s soul. For he was the man who had discovered & attained the true meaning of priceless.

Note: I’ve always felt that it’s only when we live for others rather than ourselves when we understand the true meaning of life. It is when we are willing to contribute to someone’s smile, rather than selfishly trying to work solely towards our own happiness that we discover the true meaning of joy. Teaching my loved ones to dream again by fulfilling there desires is something that gives a priceless feeling to me. It’s a feeling that I can’t describe in words. This short story intends to highlight that sentiment that there are emotions which are more meaningful that most of the materialistic things in this world. At the end of the day we all will be reduced to a memory in someone’s life, so do your bit to do something priceless for them so that they remember you as a good memory. A special thanks to Leslie with the editing for this post!


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I Survive…

After completing my dad’s funeral at the cremation ground
In darkness, I sat alone on a chair.
While within me this sadness floated around
I cradled my shattered thoughts, that I couldn’t repair.

Abandoned in this aporia I felt cold & dead
As dark thoughts, crumbled my composure.
There was a vicious war inside my head
While the devil smirked sitting on my shoulder.

My demons screamed “There’s a knife in your sight
Use it! For your sufferings would never heal.”
“Choose your last words, in your plight;
As an endless agony, your soul now begins to feel!”

Just when I geared up for the brutal bloodshed
I envisioned a vision of my mother pleading;
I hallucinated her helplessly holding my head
While screaming “Help my son’s wrists are bleeding!”

Although emotionally countless times I had died
Yet in that moment I chose to throw away the knife.
The marauding madness seemed invincible, but I survived
As for my loved ones I chose to embrace life.

I’m only human & I too have some fears
For some untamable nightmares still stream in my eyes.
Yet amidst life’s battle cry I hide my tears
I survive… & to protect others now I rise.

A dream for a better future I hope to harbor
As rising for my loved ones seems worthwhile.
For them, I hide my traumas underneath my armor
I survive… & conquer my demons with a smile.

Note: On 17th June 2014, in the morning my father had expired & it’s one of my most traumatic experiences of my life there were other things too that triggered me to try & commit suicide that night. This poem pertains to the traumatic events that took place that night & how I overcame that. Please don’t get me wrong I don’t want to glorify my real-life nightmare, instead, I want to share about it in an uncensored way with a sole desire to motivate other suffering souls to express about their silent battles. We all break and feel lost at various tormenting turns of life but we must rise & rediscover ourselves for the sake of people who depend on us. We all have a responsibility towards our loved ones, if not towards our own self. Lastly, please be kind & compassionate to others because none knows what battles they fight & survive on their own.


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I’m The Fire

They say I’m toxic & they turn away
For darkness dribbles in every word I say.
Although the tears in my eyes I try not to display
Yet fear unfurl within me in a mysterious way.

My demons smile witnessing the darkness I’ve designed,
And they say “We are two of a kind”.
They enjoy my unsettled melancholic mind
& in this thought my aching soul chooses to unwind.

We waltz under the pale moonlight that blatantly beams
Gradually they smother me with their wicked schemes.
Nightmares are born from my innocent bleeding dreams
As my demons escalate my insecurities to new extremes.

I’m left broken on the ground in a vulnerable state
As in my head I suffer, I suffocate.
But with a rebel spirit my broken self, I integrate
ferocious, furious & fearless, a fire within me I create.

Now, I’m the fire that romances with the horrors of the night
Perhaps the rhymes I write, fills your heart with delight.
But I’m the fire that burns everything, that’s in my sight
I’m the fire that carelessly rages & blazes bright.

I’m the fire that was born from a feeling of disdain
As my horrifying sanity made me insane.
So darling please don’t try to understand my pain
For I don’t want you to burn in my flame.

Witness from afar how I take my traumas in my stride
As none of my bleeding scars I hide.
For every day a new death I’ve died
But now I’m the fire, that burns its melancholy with pride.

Note: Have you ever felt closer (on an emotional level) to your demons as compared to the people around you? Well that’s the dark place my mind is right now & honestly it’s in such situations when I prefer to be alone rather than talk with people. I don’t want to hurt or burn anyone with the fury of my emotional vulnerability because I feel like the fire that rages & burns anything that’s in its course. I appreciate your support & understanding but this internal war of emotions pertaining to the poem that’s due on the 17th June is something I must fight it out on my own. Thank your for your love & support, I hope you understand that I’m not turning my back on you instead I’m addressing some of my past demons & I wouldn’t want to drag you into that emotional mess of mine. I carry this dwelling darkness of mine with pride, as I see it as an opportunity to shine & evolve. ❤

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She’s My Moon

Countless wars rage inside her head
As she’s destined for another sleepless night.
Yet she gently smiles even when she feels dead
For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.

She dazzles & decorates my sweetest dreams
While ignoring the pain of her plight.
On my dreams her seraphic aura streams
For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.

She’s gracefully surreal, gentle & kind
& in my darkest hour, she’s my light.
She’s my guiding force whenever in the darkness I go blind
For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight
.

The light of infinite stars can’t match her luminous soul
Because her soul glows so blissfully bright.
Yet modestly, she makes me feel complete & whole
For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.

Sometimes her heart breaks as she falls on her feet
Yet she sparkles & says she’s alright.
Like a crescent, she shines even while feeling incomplete
For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.

She conquers her darkness, taking her sufferings in her stride
While she heals my scars being considerate & polite.
She’s my inspiration, she’s my pride
For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.

Note: This poem is inspired by a particular friend of mine who is really close to me on an emotional level but I further extend this dedication to all the wonderful women who have graced my life with their understanding & kindness. I’ve used moon as a metaphor and as a symbol for kindness, gentleness & selfless love that a woman’s heart contains within it. Like the moon, I often feel that women(while playing various roles & carrying on with their responsibilities) outshine the darkness around them with the divine light that dwells within them. So this one poem is meant to highlight this angelic trait of women & I personally want to thank all my angels of mercy for inspiring me with their blissful brilliance. It is your selfless love & understanding, which has taught me that, one can shine even when they feel incomplete. ❤

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The Awesome Blogger Award

Thank you, Anisha for nominating me for this award post. Anisha, is a creative outlaw in own herself, please show some love & do visit her. >

https://crazienerds.wordpress.com/

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Tag the post with #awesomebloggeraward
  • Answer the questions you were asked
  • Nominate at least 5 bloggers & inform them of their nomination
  • Give them 10 new questions to answer
Let’s begin, shall we? 😉

Questions asked to me:

Q1 Do you believe in spirituality?

Ans: No, I personally dislike the way spirituality is commercialized these days. I believe in humanity more than spirituality. If I can comfort a troubled soul in anyway then that’s the most spiritually satisfying thing for me. That being said I don’t judge or dislike anyone who indulges in spiritual activities, I respect their faith & outlook towards it.

Q2 Are you into gardening?

Ans: Sadly there isn’t a garden in my current house but yes I’ve always believed that nature inspires the poet within us, in its own mystic ways. As a kid I used to help my grandfather plant roses & there I learnt the lesson, that a person’s beauty just like the rose, can blossom even amidst the life’s deadly thorns.

Q3 Share the picture of any DIY project you’ve done, if any.

Ans: In my teenage days, the doors of our kitchen & living room were being changed and the carpenter got a piece of inferior wood my parents were furious & were about to dispose it off but I used the carpenter’s saw during his lunchtime, painted the sides & ended up making a rectangular pin-up board.

Q4 Share the best-loved post from your blog, with link.

Ans: Broken Wings – I wrote it, the night I had to spend at a bus stand in blistering cold. I palpably felt the wings of my hopes & dreams break within me, that night. It was my poetic prayer that streamed through my shattered soul that night. Link: https://writingrhymes.wordpress.com/2018/06/23/broken-wings/

Q5 Is there any other art form you’re familiar with, other than blogging? If yes, what is it?

Ans: I tried to draw a phoenix once for my very first blog post but ended up making a creature that looked like a drunk ostrich that’s when I realized that I wasn’t meant to be an artist with paint brush. However, off late I’m learning how to cook some exotic recipes (if that sounds creative) with an earnest intention of not witnessing my mother turn into Thanos (because of the mess I make in her kitchen while cooking).

Q6 Which is the most used application in your phone?

Ans: A close tie between Instagram & Whatsapp.

Q7 What’s the longest time you’ve slept so far, at a stretch?

Ans: Once I hadn’t slept for like 48 hours so when I crashed & burnt on my bed I ended up sleeping for 13 hours. Haters may call me lazy but that’s close the average sleeping hours of a lion & in the immortal words of Zlatan Ibramhimovic – “Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”. Lol xD

“Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”

Q8) Do you prefer reading short or long blog posts?

Ans: The number of words doesn’t matter to me, what matters is the content that a post has. I am equally impressed with a hard-hitting short yet intense post as I am with a long detailed & meaningful post.

Q9) Do you volunteer? Online or offline?

Ans: I volunteer to assist other new bloggers to build & grow their blog in their own unique ways. I try to connect with them via Instagram, email, fb & sometimes meeting them in person.

Q10) Was there a turning point in your life?

Ans: There were 2 contrasting turning points in my life 1) When my dad passed away due to cancer. I guess that day a part of me died within me as I aimed to transform myself from a callous child into a silent warrior. 2) The day I got my first 500 followers on WordPress. That was the day when from a ‘nobody’ I felt like ‘somebody’.

If you’ve reached this far then you’ve earned my sincere respect. ❤

My Nominees:

However, anyone who is reading this post is awesome in their own respect so please feel free to nominate yourself for this award post by answering my questions that are down below:

My Questions: 

Q1 ) A memory that is closest to your heart & what did it make you feel like in that moment?
Q2) What is your definition of happiness?
Q3) Tell 5 words that best describe you.
Q4) Tell me about a funny incident from your life that to this day makes you laugh & smile?
Q5) What’s your secret talent/skill that other people might not be aware of?
Q6) What’s your all favorite dish?
Q7) What is your dream in life, what is it that you truly aspire?
Q8) What would be your advice to new/ fellow bloggers?
Q9) What are your future posts going to be about or what would be the themes/ genres of your upcoming posts?
Q10) An honest piece of advice/ suggestion that you’d like to share with me, which would help me learn & grow as a blogger?

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