A Confectionery

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.