The dawn of the parlance

Goodnight-s are bad And shall AlWAYS be, But wishing you a wish, Is a wish. And, Shall AlWAYS be! I thought about it and I'm still caught in it. Of how each goodnight whispered to me an echo that my heart acknowledged as a goodbye. Of all the goodbye's ever heard, none could be at par like that midnight goodnight as it flashed my screen. I sensed an ending that wasn't an end. A loss that happened twice. Of wishes that never came with a guarantee. What if, it was already the last of your share whilst you thought of the last one to be even more piercing. You swallow that pain of the imposed last and thank your stars for not making you wait. For what was never yours for the world but indeed your little world which collapsed right then with that goodnight. A night which apparently was never good, those moments that still ache  and long for the night to be good again. And that whisper to be echoed yet again. That pain you're still ready to feel again,, to see that 'goo...

Oh I lost it. I lost that thought which came amidst chaotic calmness. I related to it as a mermaid's lost song, oh how happy I felt to have thought of it in the first place. I remember the tune, it still rings in my deaf lobes. Do re mi fa.... The words, those words are lost in the dictionary. A dictionary to those words that existed for the briefest of moments and like smoke extinguished without even a slight trace of existence. I sat down and tried to relive those moments that led me to the no-land. But alas, the castle was burned down and I sipped the thought of extinction. I sat there staring at stars which were hidden inside the blanket of clouds but they did exist. Just like those lost thoughts that do exist but are indeed covered., yet to be found. I thought of him yet again. I dreamt of the starry night too. I wondered if that character I once read about that made me fall in love with myself was him? I thought of us. A fading silhouette of him. I felt that separation even ...

What makes you happy, he asked me with a curiosity. Hoping to hear I'd say adventure, climbing mountains or maybe stealing my favorite book from the bookstore I couldn't lately afford. 'That tree...' I said pointing towards that lush green entity standing upfront right before our visible horizon. He gasped and chuckle of disappointment echoed in that room of full of chattering souls. What answers are you seeking, he asked when he noticed my eyes longing for a shooting star in that densely covered blanket. I'm asking questions I say marking an end to all his further doubts. I sat there staring blankly away from him not acknowledging his presence that demanded attention. Giving up on his list of questions, he started narrating an observation. 'I was noticing you all the while you were standing there, you seem to be in some other world not bothered with everything that annoyed everyone in the room. You seem weird' he made a statement not hoping for an answer b...

Well, that ache in the center that apparently has no definite cause or maybe the reasons are too insignificant to be named the ultimate thing; there’s a root cause. It’s mere mind’s play, to decide, to let go and definitely to keep holding on…forever? Maybe, if it existed. But that ache that is indifferent, an ache that feels new every-time, an ache that we’ve befriended like no other, an ache that is acknowledged and welcomed with smile driven tears, an ache that is nostalgic of moments that were mere memoirs of the bygone days, an ache that we never saw coming, an ache that was an escape once from the reality we never faced, an ache which has now become a necessity, an ache that is a part of you? An ache,,, A beautiful one!

The time thus stopped, still Between then and the now, Then was forever beautiful Now is undulating but infernal. Forever is hence a myth, Tied between the bygone And the moments yet to come Stuck, unmoving and dead. The rise of an era, indeed Was not a beginning either, It was called upon by turmoil And the sacrifices of all. Them all, gave up all they could Left behind what they had, They managed to flee, evacuate But couldn't untie the chain. The chain that was tied So fast around their souls, Choked, breathless, unmoved. They cried, longed, lamented. The emotions they were bound to Took a toll on them once again, The empire did rise again, Them, all, remained the same!

Well, life is nothing but a catalogue of ideas that exists somewhere, waiting to get substantial! Take a form or maybe be loud enough for the world to hear; not as an echo but a whisper… The thing about whispers, Well, thy are heard yet unheard! Understood yet unknown language for many. Whispers, seldom become audible but the tunes are soothing, the feel of being unheard yet heard by somebody. More often than usual it is our own soul doing the role. But such introspection sessions are common, as common as an Unicorn on the road at the countryside maybe! The thing about Unicorns, Well, they are magic. Magic sounds surreal but yes if you have the courage to believe in it; it won't disappoint you. Those 'serene' creatures are nothing but miracles. Wondrous souls that are created with the blink of an eye; with the movement of the wand I guess!

That small restless kiddo! Overheard, shouted "Just nine" Waited for the months to end Till August things were fine. It didn't bother him till eight, September was his favorite... The ninth month on calendar Waited forever to savor it! He was waiting, he is still...but The wait became too long, He waited, danced on one leg, Sobbed, singing his favorite song! The last date was the best, He thought! Moulding the clay, The form he made, of a face... Much like a mask, it'd stay! He painted few drops, with blue A little real, a little messed up. Blue being the fear, he trembled Dropped the paint, it no more resembled! What was in front, still blurred his eyes He thought he'll manage the mistake, He was sure he'll twist the story, Mould it in his creative wake! He took the brush, made it all blue, Dropped the initial plan, thought, "Blue is the new you!" Still, with the heart he fought. Heart wanted few littl...

The Dawn of the Parlance: THAT STRANGE LOOK : Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green I saw someone gazing strong Afraid to find out and lean. I stood there still and...

Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green I saw someone gazing strong Afraid to find out and lean. I stood there still and small Choosing between stay and move The gaze took control of me Telling me things none could prove! The Fear of unknown built up Shadows growing strong and dark I felt a shudder in my soul,, The thought of bygone, left a mark. Taking a step back, I thought Would mean a peep into the past Heading forward being the best move This fear will then not last. I ordered my brain to stop the game Gave the power to the crimson beast I knew it would be fair and right Former always stole the feast. Now I was out of the woods, Woods that were never green. I came and saw the mirror, The gaze I feared was mein!

Innate feelings are irrational Rising above nearly floating, Just like, a poem lies inert after being read, unmoving! That inertness being an end The ultimate destination Lying just there, once loved Its incarnation or cremation? That feeling once they felt Now its long gone, the past! For they read it and forgot... The words still there, my last! Writing for me is my salvation It shows me the truth unraveled... I write and then I realize  I AM ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED...

'QUIET' Whispered the wind... 'RETIRE...!' The moon opined... 'ANGEL...' Thus the sun resigned! The Universe rejoiced, Unicorns perfectly aligned! Time perfectly designed... Their exultation voiced! Endearment hence enjoyed! That's exactly how it is When they are together, Heaven, an innate bliss! The whimsical Master, And the vivacious Miss, They're a perfect match A triumphant eve it is!!!

His eyes glazing as ever Her eyes, as rare as hazel Imagine those quadruple Staring the world's fable! Imagine those alluring tetrad Put together in a single frame Awestruck us all the while "Complete" being paridisiac name! How can the sentiments flag down? How can these words cease? How can a philocalist resist? How could the admiration surcease? Measuring the fist sized heart he said, Pain in here is endless and toes curled... "Your eyes are even smaller Yet they behold the world." Counting the infinite tracks she said Each is incomplete without the other! Together they carry our existence The very essence, the crimson color.

It started with a hustle, A little turbulence of Adieu! Souls departing to no-land... Leaving mark in its lieu! It started with an ache, Waiting to be completely felt... Sorrows, mourning and hopes, Finding ways to be dealt! It started with an untold sorrow, An unheard story, never told... A little mystery of emotions, Shivering soul in summer cold! It started and shall continue, Self created fog in clear sky! Fog of death and shattered hopes... Facing truth yet running towards that lie...   It started and now its all fog, Be it dawn or be it dusk, Its all fog, an unfading mist, Trying to pluck blades of husk! The dense mist, The never fading fog... Some say its smoke, Look deeper,,, There's LIFE BENEATH THAT SMOG!!!

Once on a blank ruled page, She tried scribbling a form... Matching some broken lines A lame creation, hence born! To all who saw, it made no sense, The folk, the people, her cohorts so close. She smiled a smile weird and unknown, Faithful rendering of her enigmatic prose! She held the paper in her hands, Swayed a little, the smile was constant She laid it down and glued her stare, Puzzled or Amazed?  She missed something important... Holding a pen, she sat down again A little disturbed, a little crestfallen The smile she had was now lost, About this pain, she did mention often! She drew and drew, hours and days Passed by unnoticed in front of her... She still drew, and yes it was now complete, For the world to see, her eyes now blur. She left the form on its own, Took a corner, lost and abandoned... Saw those people marvel and appreciate, Trying to convince, like it never happened!

Its miserable me, for right now I feel miserable. I know how to come out of it, not actually come out of it but run away from it. But i do not want to run away, rather face it and find a way out. But right now its miserable me... Waking up in the morning, with thousand unsaid questions with sorrows pale and ochre with emotions hard to feel and there is a pain in the center. With crippled and tormented soul with sorrows hard to explain with pain demanding to be felt with millions of names in the mind and I am not able to utter a single one. With mind lost and wandering with eyes full of shattered dreams with many things left undone with beautiful words left unsaid and there I stand self-abandoned. With the pain of separation with the hope of soon revival with hands folded in prayer with eyes closed, wishing that wish and there I am-MISERABLE ME!

You are our ANGEL. Maybe you cannot see your WINGS but we can clearly see. Maybe you are not aware hoe beautiful of an angel you are, but you are. and it is a fact! Because when angels fly, They are the stars of the sky, In your deep hearts they always lie To them your worries if you tie All miseries, you'll see them die Because when the angels fly, Up and down, soaring high With hope they often fill your eye Still depressed in the corner if you lie Find your angel, soaring high, See them flying the distant sky Catch them and convincing u shall try. Because when angels fly, I see you and then I sigh For to you I can never lie To you my sorrows I always tie, I so miss your presence, and hate saying bye .

Because with him I have learnt a lot, because  from him I have learnt a lot. Him?? Perhaps "the coolest faculty of my college-THE SOURAV PRUSTY". One great teacher  when it comes to life and experiences. Few lines on the eve of Teacher's day to tell him that he helped me to lift up my soul, when i was crippled inside. I was a flower quickly fading None in front but was still waving Infinite names but was still naming Finding the one, busy blaming... A blinding flash of insight, claiming Trying to claim a greater understanding! Evolution, a process of remembering. Difference b/w requiring and desiring Shifting from nothing to something. Changing direction, not abandoning! Most recent moment, new beginning. Noticed, nothing has any meaning! My reality, I myself was choosing. When my soul knew what's occurring. Experiencing and expressing divinity. Shiny new me I was acquiring. That highest thing I was achieving. In a soul language ...

Nothing lasts forever... Memories too with time Fades, are somewhere gone Gone to places distant far Places those never existed But have a mark in the map Map that is only sought by few. Nothing lasts forever... Even bruises are filled and scars gone Soul tormented and then in unity Tied within the threads of tapestry United in a way yet separate Bound in harmony, yet  amid-st  disguise Abundance, yet scarcity, around. Nothing lasts forever... Nor will this day Nor will this night Nor these miseries Nor these sufferings. But these words will stand Immortal in this mortal world!!!!!

Memories are the immortal part of our mortal stay. And trust me, in this small journey, YOU are and always be, the most beautiful memory, just like a memory long kept… In the most beautiful frame The picture is serene with a name To people it may look very plain They are ignorant, shouldn't be blamed But for me it’s never the same To the world I can always proclaim The glorious days with you it came Cool breeze  amid-st  the blazing flame Yet in that frame, there is a serene name; "Like a memory long kept"

Her room parallel to mine. Staring at her window my favorite job. Cause the room is the lighthouse and she my INSPIRATION, forever. When I see the light of the day, 'I am not alone' Staring at your window I say. For peace and harmony I seldom pray For He knows what it is and it may. Waiting to get blessed by the ray On that spiny ground I perfectly lay, It is not fair, my heart cries and says I miss the childish and carefree play. Anger, hatred, why this delay? Wait till eternity? I think as I lay... But when I see the light of the day, Look up to your window and say, " Stay forever by my side, never turn away! " For people do even if they say It is impossible for them to stay To Him I ask and will forever say, To keep you by my side lest I am astray! You save me when I to myself betray Saving me from the negativity grey Your presence stops me from turning away!!! When I see the light of the day...