A Confectionery

The sacred string That binds us together Is now snapped By the blades of hatred And arrogance The concrete foundation That holds us together Is now crumbling By the weights of despair And disdain The mundane talk That kept us alive Is now lessening By the voids of change And distance The intricate melody That we once hummed to Is now fading By the silent commotion. The delicate tune That we once danced to Is now distorting By our mismatched steps.

All I ever wished Was to make this world A better place to live in To extinguish the fires Our hatred To melt the ice Our arrogance To calm the water Our pride To control the winds Our desires How hard a task Would it have been To bring back Some of the lost sheen? How hard a climb Would it have been If truly, We were that keen? How hard an effort Would we have made If only, There was something to trade.

I wish you'd notice That I was a raging storm Not a bright summer day. Devoid of hope and Dissected From the realms of the illusion Of what we call love I wish you'd overlook The scars and flaws That I carry with pride And honour I wish you'd enthrall me With the magic of your Blissful presence And envelope me In the warmth of your beauty All this remains Nothing but unsaid And All this is said In those moments of silence In those unfinished conversations And in the part of our world Where I exist alone.

Home, is where there's warmth, When you're frozen and bitter Home, is where there's rain, When its all parched, and no glitter. Home, is where there's peace, In trouble or commotion Home, is where there's love, Not a drop, but an ocean Home, is where there's comfort, On that one strong shoulder Home, is where there's joy, Without any obstacle, or boulder. Home, is where our hearts, Will always turn to Home, lies in me, And in each one of you. All of us have the ability to provide shelter to someone, emotionally. All of us have the ability to make someone feel comfortable, feel loved, and feel home. So when you get that chance to make someone feel good with all that you have, don't let it go. :)

*Christmas is not really near, but i couldn't help writing this. :) * It was Christmas eve, and we'd just finished decorating the house. We? My sisters and me. Christmas was undoubtedly our favourite part of the year, and we'd outdone ourselves this time. Oh, the house looked like such a happy place. Christmas was always a pleasant occasion; good food, good weather, good times. "See you all in a bit", I said as I put on my favourite blue coat, and headed for the park. Dusk was setting in, and I could see the stars slowly coming to light. It was going to be a beautiful night, I could tell. It had become some sort of a ritual for me, to visit the park in solitude on Christmas eve every year. It brought me calm. No, I didn't go there because I was a troubled teen or because I had family issues or anything of that sort. I went there because I liked the sound of snow crunching under my feet, I liked the biting cold that made my nose freeze, I liked the chil...

Eyes met, by the blazing sun. Sparks flew, by the chilling raindrops, Love froze, by the eloquent snowflakes, Trust;betrayed, by the autumn leaf.

Oh! The art of weaving together Words filled with unprecedented emotion. Pouring with ferocity, Mirroring the river raged, Gushing through the landscape Waiting to be felt. Oh! The art of stringing together A blissful melancholy, A teary ballad. Of shattered hearts Of undiscovered beauty And of fates entwined Tearing through your soul, Waiting to be absorbed.

Among the dark blood-stained walls, arises a scream, goes unheard. The curtains are raised, the stage is set. Scene by scene, word by word, the drama now unfolds. As predicted, as foreseen, every moment foretold. The audience was glued, yet oblivious, to the hypnotizing trance it was set in. A swift swerve, a smooth move; A flawless kill. Never to be discovered, Never to be unearthed, the secret of the heinous crime. 

Drenched in the sweet fragrance of bliss My mind occupied by undeniable happiness. Despite the frost all around A blazing spark ignites within No wonder, the world seems purer now Its tainted facets now ignored. No wonder, people seem peaceful now Their raging natures now ignored. Is this how it feels, ecstasy? When words and thoughts  Are not filtered And flow like untamed rivers Merging into the titanic world Of expression Truthful, and naked. Is this how it feels?

The incantation of the monosyllable Om reverberated through the room, as my Godfather sat in the far end, meditating peacefully. It was a bright Sunday. He was a Yoga teacher, so Sundays meant more Yoga classes. I tiptoed to the corner of the room, only to be stopped by one of his ‘guards’. “He has warned us against any disturbance. You can’t go in, child.” He said, in a pitiful tone. “Oh, fine.” I sighed, even though this was what I expected. Nevertheless, I decided to wait for him in the lounge. After an hour, which seemed more like hours, he entered the room, a grin plastered on his face. “Good morning!” he said, enthusiastically. “Morning.” “Why so grim? Breakup or something?” he said, with a boyish mirth to his voice. Tall, dark, and handsome; It looked as though this was said keeping him in mind. Nobody, even in their dreams, could predict his age. He had the physique of a 21-year-old, and the intellect of a 65-year-old. Though, his age was nowhere near to that. He ...

You and I, Little specks of love, In this behemothic universe. You and I, Vaguely ceaseless, In this transient world. You and I, Our names etched forever. In the inscriptions of ageless love. You and I, Like the rivers and the ocean, Unlearning our identities, And merging into one. You and I, Like the missing pieces of a jigsaw, Coming together to complete the frame. You and I, Together forever, Cradled in the warmth of our love.

Basking in the sun’s glory, With waves tickling my feet, Yes, that’s where I want to be. All my regrets ebbing away, Happiness filling all voids, Yes, that’s where I want to be. Where every raindrop tells a tale, And every rainbow brings joy, Yes, that’s where I want to be. Where bliss is eternal, And worries ephemeral, Yes, that’s where I want to be. Where words are coated, With honesty and love, Where truth prevails, Even as darkness falls. Take me there. For that’s where I want to be.

 The moon shone with a bloody glow, And streams of blood trickled below. The horrifying screams were deafened by the silence. No one would ever know the greed and violence. The streets would live on, evade time. Keep with them the secret of the stealthy crime. Humanity was challenged, trust was broken. Times were changing, and lust was the token. 

Eyes so beautifully Lined with Kohl. Who would ever know? The tragedy of her soul. Her frame so slender, With curves and edges, Who would ever know? The story behind her sketches. Movements so delicate, Sequined with grace, Who would ever know? That thorns she held in embrace. Her words so carefully, Strung with care, Who would ever know? The pain she had to bear. Her thoughts so chosen, Their expression confined. Who would ever know? The turbulence in her mind.

The week seemed to be unlucky for him. Things at the office were going wrong, and to make things worse, he had had a row with his fiancée. Walking along the slightly crowded street, absent-mindedly stroking his engagement ring, he looked at the children playing around, and reminisced about those days when he had been happy and care-free. Life had changed drastically. Now there wasn't a single day when he could sleep peacefully, and something or the other always kept him worried. He felt tired all of a sudden, and settling on the nearby bench, he got lost in his chain of thoughts. "I see you walk by every day, you have never stopped here. What is it that troubles you, son?" Startled, he looked up to see an old man sitting on the other end of the bench. He was quite tall in stature, and had a rather long silvery-white beard, and it was as though he had appeared out of nowhere. "I...um..." he said, hesitated for a moment. "It's nothing." "There ...

I remember seeing an advertisement about T100 yesterday. How I wish I could have one! Our world is moving at a pace faster than ever, and it is very important for me to stay updated with all that’s happening. Sometimes I really wonder how it would be if I owned a T100 . I wouldn’t have to worry about charging it again and again, or about the phrase ‘battery empty’. I could access all my applications without worrying about a breakdown, and I could talk to my friends all day long! Light and handy, amazing battery life, and a sleek design- a complete package. Wow! I decide to push away the thoughts of T100 from my mind, and embark on my completely pointless journey to the internet cafe to complete my presentation. How I wish I could do it on my T100 . I plug in my earphones, and the ‘newly-old’ songs start playing again, the same old playlist. The thoughts of owning a T100 drift back into my mind. I could make the presentation at home if I owned a T100 . I wouldn’t have to ...

The sun had just set, and beautiful hues of orange were spread across the sky. She looked at the sky admiringly, and waited for her beloved to return. Little did she know, that somewhere along, the sun had set in her life forever, taking away all the hues of her life.

My heart Like crumpled paper. Your thoughts The ink. My silver blade brings Euphoria. I depart, As I see Your ashen figure. One last glance. 

I look at the horizon, Far stretched and wide. I wonder what beauties, It were to hide. I look at the horizon, The union of land and sky. I wonder what avenues unexplored, lie? I look at the horizon, Hazy, yet clear. I wonder if I am, yet another step near. I look at the horizon, As the sun descends with grace. I wonder how long, I still have to chase. I look at the horizon, And wait. As twilight encompasses, and so does my fate.

The pages of my book fluttered incessantly, as I waited for my sister to try out ‘one last outfit’. Sigh, that’s what she said, at least. “How do I look?” she asked, as she exited the changing room, and grinned at her reflection in the mirror. “Great.” I said, not bothering to look up from the boring black and white flooring that I was currently staring at. My sister always looked pretty. “I think you should have a look,” she snapped. “Just once.” I decided to give up, and looked at her. I was awestruck. The red dress hung beautifully on her slender frame, and made her look even more beautiful. “It’s..it’s lovely!” I exclaimed. “I know.” She said, with a wink. “Can we go now? I need to prepare for the test.” I said, knowing that I’d have to do a lot of coaxing before we could finally leave. “Yes yes, I know about the test. Just a minute. Let me do the payment.” She said. Oh, that was easy! “I’ll get the car out.” I muttered. This was probably the most impo...

My solitaire glimmers in the dark, as we sit silently by the lake. My lips curl into a thankful smile, as your fingers brush against mine. You pull me into an embrace, as peace ripples within. Engulfed in the warmth of your love, my languid soul, now complete. The moon casts dancing shadows on your face, as my eyes glisten with tears. Reality is painful, is this a dream? Untamed thoughts, yet timid talks. Of blissful rainbows, and clear skies. Not of storms or hurricanes, raging furiously within. Not of the end of the forked road, but of the journey ahead. Whom are we trying to deceive? Is this what we'd vouched for? You were the dream I always dreamt. You were the reality I fantasized to face. You were the rhythm my heart beat to. You were the fresh air I wanted to breathe. And here you are now, a broken mirror. Your presence shattered like broken shards, in my seemingly languid life.

MAGIC! The word itself sparks images of wands and spells and charms into my mind! ( If you know what I mean. ) But I shall blog about that sometime later. All of us agree that we need a little bit of magic in our lives. That 'magic' can be a certain person, a certain emotion, or a certain experience. Magic, for me, is the incomprehensible and the inexpressible. Oh no! Not those vaguely illogical superstitions, but the unfathomable impact that certain happenings have on our lives. It’s magical, how little things that happen to us manage to make us smile the brightest. It’s magical, how some people etch their names in our hearts forever. Its magical, how smiling at a stranger could make their day. It’s magical, how a good book could change your way of life. It’s magical, how the year's first shower could wipe away all your worries. It’s magical, how a cool breeze can calm our senses. It’s magical, how all of us have our own definition of magic. It’s magic...

The grass crushed softly beneath our feet, as we made our way to the lake. It was our last evening together, and after 5 years of togetherness, we had finally decided to part ways. “Shall we take the longer route today,” he asked. I nodded in agreement, and continued along the rocky path. We walked in silence, occasionally broken by the chirp of a bird, or the rustle of fallen leaves. The lake was as serene and calm as ever and as we settled ourselves beneath the tree nearest to the bank, he began to throw stones into the lucid lake- an old habit of his. The stone sank with a soft plunk, and sent ripples all around, disturbing the calm of the lake; perfectly mirroring my inner feelings- calm, yet disturbed. “I'm gonna miss you,” he said. “Me too.” Not another word was spoken. My mind was buzzing with thoughts, as though waiting to empty itself to him and even in the silence it felt as though hundreds of words had been exchanged. “It’s getting dark. I g...