My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

The eyes are wet and the pain oozes out, Speaks of the thousand unfulfilled instinctive moments. The bubble of expectations has burst out in vain, With the hopes out, nothing resides within. A resounding thinker remains lonely, To reflect on the unending thoughts that constantly resonate. The thoughts inflicted with a constant flinching, Of something withdrawn and withheld, unfair and unjust. Why did destiny choose me is the far cry, What made me deserve this despite devout benediction? Its time I retaliate the rumblings of this distorted soul, And torch my feelings out despite the repressive yet blissful ignorance. So hold my trembling hand and take me high, Let me off from the farthest sky. Let me fall precariously in the vast emptiness you see, Touch my soul, ignite my spirit and liberate me..

Its been a long time since I've written an article, looks like I've suddenly run out of ideas. Writer's block perhaps. So I thought hard about what to write next. A poem? Negative, I tried coming up with one but failed to come up with a decent sounding line. Poet's block too. So I looked for current topics, corruption came to mind but with so much being written and talked abt, no one would even want to look at what I write, let alone read it. Cricket ? By now I was so saturated with the amount of cricket I had been subjected to and with IPL here, I thought otherwise. What I write now maybe rusty and crappy so anyways bear with it. So, finally I decided to write abt something that is so obvious in our nature, so deeply rooted and innate but we fail to perceive its need and importance. TRANSFORMATIONS. I'll keep it short and simple, and not go on for ages. So, basically I'm not talking abt physical transformations like into a devil all of a sudden or a swashbuck...

What seeps within the deep reaches of my inside? A question lurking to bother? A truth hiding to hurt? Why is it that the mind tends to overthink? Abt things that hardly need a care than being vividly overanalysed But There's a deep voice that calls out from within, Reaching out for someone to listen. It has noone it can confide in, And tell the things it has withheld inside with pain. The voice of utter desperation,of rage, of profound insanity! Yet sometimes of a contradictory and mystique calm wisdom. It longs for the understanding of anyone close, Yet it dies before even ever being spoken out. Things stay intact n yet they crack, Breaking this world in the unseemly eyes. There are many voices now, the longing is worse than ever, But its so hard to drain this scared and apprehensive heart. Will these voices ever come out? Or forever stay inside making me weaker and stronger at the same time. So now, looking into the deep dark abyss of my mi...

I remember the last time I saw you, you were resting on the bed blessing me and wishing me a happy journey to Hyd.. Now 2 weeks later, I still can't believe you've left us all, that my grandmom is not with me anymore.. It feels unreal.. I recall those sweet times in my childhood when you totally loved me and adored me.. I remember you giving me 1 rupee for pop corn everyday.. I remember being bitten by a bee on my finger when you adviced me not to play with the bees and then you helping me remove the sting as I sobbed cutely.. I remember going to the park and finding lockets of gods and godesses and gladly handing them over to you.. I remember you making Tahar on my bdays and making me sit in puja when I always ran away. I miss Shreya and I teaching you English words and alphabets which you had forgotten over the years.. I remember your chair next to the fridge and you watching Aastha and Sanskar channel all day long whenever you came to Hyderabad.. I remember your f...

--> Childhood, a word for some, a faded distant memory for others. For me, it was a world, my unaltered world of joy. Things I learnt then have had an ever lasting impact, more than anything or anyone in my life so far. Those days, though a little hazy in my memory were something else. It all started with the dusty lanes of CA block, Shalimar Bagh, Delhi where I was born and brought up. The reminiscence of that huge playground of CA block still reminds me of my great endeavors and little escapades far from the reality of this busy world. Living in the world of our own, we were the kings of those dreamy castles we built in our heads, always coyly smiling at the thought of who our queen(s) would be. One particular thing that denoted my childhood was 'accidents'. Yes, it was a very pleasant time but with the bundles of joy came a few sorrows too(life of a kid can be hard too). The accidents weren't cute or delectable by any standards or like cuts that your mot...

A dark poem..Slightly Depressing.. before anyone draws conclusions about the origin of the character, the character is purely fictious and a creature of my imagination although Maybe the character has taken shape from the depth of my character and my previous disappointments. the most draining and serious poem I've done till date. Enjoy reading it!! The sun shines through the window,it spills brightness Illuminates the interiors with vibrance The room is alive now shimmering with playfulness Yet something holds everything back The sun confers the winds to blow Yet something holds its ablazing radiance She's sad, her heart aches with pain Nothing can outweigh her solemn tearfulness Her face seems old with countless worries within Yet so frail that the delicate finesse still prevails She looks around the room with no respite Yet nothing seems comforting to her Her relentless hands undergo frantic twitches Something unexplained goes on swirling inside he...

This is a guest post by my very worthy friend Niharika Jain. I really liked this poem and the msg behind it. Hope u like it too! :) Since the day I came to this place, Away from my people, away from my place, I discover a new me everyday, I have expanded my dimensions and taken a new way. Taking chances, trying new things, I want to know how far will I be taken by my wings. I know later I may reget it, I know there is an ugly side to it. My mind keeps warning me, There is a turmoil going on inside me. But I want to know how it feels to be free, To touch the heights of the sky and drown into the depth of the sea, To let go of everything and break free, To forget all my fears and jump into the dark sea. They say life is all about having fun, Then why do we have responsibilities on our shoulders, which weigh a ton? But I think I will make the right choice anyhow, I will find my way out somehow. In the end, I will be fine, I wil...