They Stay Where They Belong.

My intentions are nothing;

rather than telling you how beautiful you are,

My way may be different;

just so you don't lose that smile five-star,

When you walk carrying sweet curiosity in eyes;

my heart switches from beats to whispers,

Causing my gestures taking weird formations;

while I am still busy stopping my brain & heart from a war.

"Feelings" is a funny word in English language;

it intrudes your deepest wall of defense,

It's worse in those days of peace within;

when your unjustified ignorance your heart could sense,

Another silly though that makes me smile;

when it is just one face you recall all the time,

& nothing else seem to matter your attention;

my poor mind being jury to this lovely offense.

It's not that I'vent been in such situation before;

Yes I am silly since a time very long,

Surprise is every time I get lost into this maze of reality;

a flute of romance triggers me to find my song,

Search for you always remains as a mesmerizing reminiscence;

especially when I know nothing about you,

Breathless I dream of you with sober eyes;

moments of warmth when I find you along.

Every now & then when our ways bisect;

kills me because I can't call you mine,

Hence the rehearsals in my mirror;

gets better with a few glasses of wine,

Just as plain & direct as you are always;

drives me to blindly love you forever,

To just hold you all my life;

to promise eternal love the moment our hands entwine,

In the end when I've finally gathered the courage to speak;

what I hold there inside,

I now shall wake up from my fantasy;

Once again with a purpose to decide,

You're awesome my darling moreover your tantalizing giggles;

but I'll let my heart down again,

Once again a can of trash;

once again some feelings to slide :)

Yes, It’s difficult to speak to you :)

It gets so difficult to speak to you; the more I think of you,

I do not know since when your eyes became so pretty; could be my feelings new,

When you are sitting before me & my heart pounding at a rate of Ferrari/Hour

My stalking eyes get lit up with flames & butterflies begin to holler.

Yes! It gets so difficult to speak to you; the more I watch you passing by,

The "Charishma" of a dame so gorgeous; making everything seem so high,

Remembering those rare moments when we talked; I wish back then I knew,

That the one I'd fall for would be no one else but you.

That one expression on your face; when you're thinking deep,

Bullies my marshmallow heart who so badly wants to beat,

And when you catch my eyes watching you; I would wanna run & hide,

or may be I wanna let you know everything; DAMNIT! I can't decide.

When I walk through the market; I have always bought a flower eversince,

Everyday of which I thought I'd present to a princess as a prince,

They end up dying each day; cursing my fears of failing again,

How do I justify my defense; that it's me as much screwed as they in pain?

I have my answers,

That why is it so difficult to speak to you; it's your simplicity,

Unlike me; always on a roller-coaster of thoughts merging to the same city,

Life is a risk & I have enjoyed those moments; but not with your extraordinary smile,

Your life may be better without me; & I'd still get to see you may be from a mile.

Wings till Eternity.

Everybody has wings to fly.

Life's not cruel, When I smile often,

& it brings peace, When assumpitions don't happen,

If not the glow of a saint then neither the sorrow of a demon,

This ephemeral journey has only taught me to be human.

But, It wasn't always such a battle!

There was a time when my giggles were cherished,

& the darkness all around would love to perish,

Through my window on the great white world,

My eyes would learn to imagine & draw,

A holy temple where my heart stayed raw.

To feel safe at night, I'd ask Mom to be around,

& I'd hug my pillow on every weird sound,

Yet, I won't sleep until I'm sure,

of my angels to be there in my dreams,

to go on an Ebullient journey of adventure & screams.

Those green toads in the month of July,

Singing along with the birds all set to fly,

As messengers of the mighty 'Thor'

I would know it's that time of the week,

When the rain drops & I played Hide & Seek.

I remember that girl from the neighborhood,

the one whom I'd marry if I ever would,

All the roses of my garden I plucked & proposed,

Felt so happy that day I dared to dance,

The Eyes that I stalked met mine by chance.

The battle started with my first thought,

to change myself to fit in the slot,

A mistake we all are destined with,

& the chaos of a decadent life began,

Fatigued morals leading to plagued plans.

The temple I abandoned is now someone's home,

& the rain drops took form of the tears,

My angels were hunted down within myself,

So the roses in my garden crumbled with fear,

As I stood alone with my artificial emotions.

Today when I sit back & rewind my innocence,

All I search for is that magical sense,

that I possessed as my lucky charm,

Looking at the birds again in the sky, I realize

I have wings till eternity, I just need to fly.

How I Feel?

Summer is cold & the sun is dwarf, still my eyes wish to blink,

You're gone & it's all a shock, still my heart wants to beat,

I melt before you like a candle, how hard it is for steel?

Why should I tell you how I feel?

Elevated my career & plans I never made,

I remember when your face could conquer all that I hate,

A stunning beauty leaving a wound to heal,

Why should I tell you how I feel?

It isn't about why, it isn't about how,

A love is lost all that I hear now,

I'll put my prayer & your happiness under a seal,

But, I'm never gonna tell you how I feel.

The roads that I travel laugh at me, yet I walk

with Empty footsteps being a slave to your company,

& then, it'll rain pushing me to kneel,

Why should I tell you how I feel?

Some delight stays within this languor,

Epiphany of a rejected innocence, Be careful!

A flower; there are times with the thorns it can kill,

Why should I tell you how I feel?

Your promises would make me dream,

The daylight & the dark; it'll all be the same,

Building a perfect home for a lifelong Zeal,

I'm never gonna let you know how I feel?

Time when you're around.

Thank you Katie for such a wonderful illustration.
http://katiewoodgerillustration.blogspot.in

Chasing the pseudo presence of her eyes,
Beautiful as ever denying all my lies,
A lilt of feelings start to frisson,
With an ache inside my resonant heart,
Story that gets me inside as a part.

Diversion they say is the best cure,
But her warmth is so dulcet & extremely pure,
Apricity all around with the luminiscent moon,
Sweet dalliance with the night gets kindled,
To dance in joy when the raindrops sprinkle.

A face that I remember comes alive,
Finally, something to cheer for in this doomed life,
Her soft hands & mellifluos whispers,
Pouring my veins with Idyllic potion,
Slowly destroying my insatiable notion.

The tale of a lonely "Cygnet" now ends,
Azurish my state dissolves & blends,
I see her waving off with no promises,
Bereft of my beloved I stand to taint,
Tracing my way back out of the paint.

A painting that is mounted on my wall,
Is my everything in my world so small,
Watery eyes acknowledging this mendacity,
& penchant heart waiting for a sound,
till the next time when you're around.

Zombieland

Life is a wonderful gift but I will walk alone,

I meet wonderful people but they come & go,

They all smile, they all showcase,

Always a time when it all just looks fake,

I may always contemplate while others smile,

Could be my deficiency I don’t carry a style,

My father tells me of this attire,

We don’t always get what we desire,

My trails for peace die a merciless death,

In all these years what have I become? A void set!

What is yours stands so afar,

Meanwhile, in hopes I keep fixing my radar,

Have a foresight & hit the goal,

What is success? A succesful troll?

I start to complicate as the standards start to fuss,

Yet I don’t find the courage to battle with this calculus,

What is my fault if I take my risks?

The gentle I become, the harder I miss,

One man for himself is what I’ve learnt,

Either you run to survive or you be the hunt,

Death is furious when you know how to feel,

this is a land where even zombies kneel,

Mythology is a dream & evolution a joke,

tons of foolish stuff that happens while you smoke,

Their anger is weak & their love so null,

An emotionless heart with boneless skull.

On your birthday.. Dear Mermaid.

It's your birthday today, my best wishes & prayers are for you Mermaid.

A pattern with dolphins just passed by,
how they sprinkled you over the sky,
I see the face that outglows stars,
ingenious the breeze asks me to pray,
walk a carpet of pearls on your birthday.

A shingle around my feet shone,
pink, purple & yellow it blooms,
we crave the cream of the ocean,
they hold my fingers to let them spray,
angels to watch you over on your birthday.

Herrings & horses are among the magicians,
nonchalant they have huge grins over their faces,
their mystical prowess explores your glory,
season's notes fall over the pianic array,
waiting for you to sing on your birthday.

As the celebration gets nygh,
himself the life wants to get high,
resuscitated the leap year into tidal waves,
characters of the surface are now ready to play,
a game of "Thor" on your birthday.

Several dream above your oceanic world,
awaits their dusk eyed queen,
& the belly of shimmering moonlight,
bestows them to be as you say,
loveliest the view on your birthday.


& when all these watercolors combine,
ennobling the misery of this wine,
your surreal eyes seem to guide,
spells to rejuvenate the month of may,
A painting of rejoice on your birthday.


My oeuvre at end while the sun sets alone,
but with compliments for the most beautiful woman,
while the sun shines, may you always find,
a little window of hope in every ray,
wishing you a thousand rainbows across your bay.

On Your Birthday <3

Alchemy of Dove & Dust.

You ever felt like?

Phase I -

Standing alive among mechanistic samples,

Like a nipper mango overshadowed by big red apples,

Piffling through some great typical common sense,

Yet trying to pass through a drowsy fence,

Distant so much that cloud now yells,

Bleeding my ears with those corporal bells,

How much I demand from my so-called reality?

Embrace my fiction & I live with clarity.

Hypocrite heart & the cousin mind,

Soul & body they together bind,

Insidious insecurities igniting illusions,

Avoiding sabbath against sinful confusions,

You walk on the sand & it turns into a race,

Running to survive through the camels of fate,

Intangible worthlessness misplaced somewhere,

Enigmatic complexity which doesn’t seem to care.

Blooming around thugs of my misery,

The “omnipotent” & “contaminated” single Jury?

Gratitude & servitude battling my vision,

A Marvellous apology by the unforgiven,

Inductee to my inevitable journey of life,

Glaring sympathies! A compulsion to hide,

Spontaneous stars having lecherous goals,

The more I withdraw, The more I unfold.

Phase II -

Excuse the Devil! Hollers the Luminary,

Wiring yourself with blessings mandatory,

Ginormous the “ego of the egg” melts down,

Ludicrous my reasons just love to frown,

Shields of beliefs to protect the innocent,

Superman returns from nerdy “Clarke Kent”,

Hastened the actions bringing back the hopes,

“The one who survives is the one who copes”

Mistakes tend to gain a sweet serendipity,

Those who mattered shelter with relativity,

On a rainy day when you dance over moody blues,

Learning to depress the “Blackish” hue,

Revenge is ravishing when you explore gentility,

Showing mirrors of disgrace to misused profanity,

Being reverential towards yourself is must,

Completing your “Alchemy of Dove & Dust”.

Lost to A 17 year Old.

Sometime we meet some people in
life who stay with us may be for a
very little time but they change our life
completely. Their effect cannot be reversed.
I am so grateful to such people. You all are
like angels born for humanity.

Like a futile fellow I again sat on the machines,
& thousands of imitates I again projected,
How does it feels to be vacant through beliefs?
I stink, laughing with my pungent smell,
so rudderless on my shortcut to hell.

I miss my conception on sunshine,
A living room full of dead rotten roots,
Sweetener couldn't be coffee anymore,
deplorable yet trying to explore innovation,
Who am I kidding? I ask in salvation.

If I could inculpate evil out of my condone,
may be songs of disgrace would be sung,
felling so tangible to sands of nihility & inutility,
An erudite with all good virtues of the "beningnent"
Waste! Birds of Gravitas chirped with innocence.

Impuissant I took over my affliction with a yawn,
Like a barbarian king I was on the roll,
magicifying my keyboard with the Evanesco,
Avada ke Davra! Stupefied I could not think,
Enlightenment all over & A ship to sink.

There she was, 17 year old sensation of delight,
In gardens of phoenix "An Ash of vivification",
Paroles of this heaven sent identity so beauteous,
like thousand tulips as a waterfall of youth,
like song & dance together on flute.

I agreed to this twilight act of merriment,
unrehearsed I walked on the white path of sinlessness,
cultivating crops of spirituality on my abandoned heart,
Gently she touched my face with three stones in her hand,
Like a princess she giggled & aired her silky wand.

The fat frog inside me was blessed & loved,
he winked at me & jumped on stultifying swords,
I stood there as a tree in gratitude & tears,
I kissed her feet with all my pitch & warmth,
& "on the wings" she whispered me "You are a wizard".

Note: I'll never forget you "You know who" :P

7 Days Before I Met You.

An attempt by me to elaborate,
 how We should feel about Love.
It is the most beautiful feeling in this world.
In fact, for me it is my world.

Walking through a garden I could see them,

It was like some fairy bought them wings,

Wings someone would give to his girl today,

I smiled, Just to think he really did visit,

I was true. It is everywhere life exists.

One said it is a week of romance,

I saw it as seven days of realization,

Where Red was the loveliest color today,

Apart from every inhuman act it belonged to,

I saw it as a river of dreams to get me through.

My scared heart wanted me to sit & sob,

I was accompanied by critics of my fate,

I never had smiled truly in six years,

My complains were getting old & blind,

Motions now wanted to follow this turbine.

Asking myself questions never answered,

Why is spring scheduled at this time of the year?

Why these pigeons fly without any fear?

Why my grumpiest neighbor smiled at me today?

Is this the difference? I wanted myself to say.

I closed my eyes unaware of the happening,

Waves moving through me when I was touched,

Touch only I could feel in a million like me,

standing still letting me feel the innuendoes,

A charismatic cadence of a delicate rose.

Happy Rose Day Love :)

A Failure's Creed!

Is it so cold tonight, or a miracle of my imagination?

Guess the whole thing started over a little Intoxication?

Enough of the broken leaves leading to broken bonds,

Tonight I free you from me , Your greatest haunt?

I played it off, said I didn't care your existence in me,

Yes I am living, A life where so incredibly sharp blades,

With a wry sense of humor , knowing we cannot flee,

Foolish & soft, so touchy how we were made.

Yes I am gone, but that will hardly matter,

Giving you yet another reason to follow hatred?

My promises still are live & beginning to clatter,

A sound , A voice, Those three words so Sacred.

And I will not regret any second in this left garbage,

because I have something I clinched from you,

Your toxic eyes, most deceitful they never age,

In satiated delusions of breeze to go through.

Ending up this charade is easier than  living it,

without any purple horses around to laugh with,

& when it was your only meaning to life, So be it,

Dreadfully buried dreams of a failure's creed.

But I will live, Live to play with demons scaring me,

Live to show you, It's you who only mattered ever,

Live with a slap from continuous palm of destiny,

Live to show my crippled life with illusions so clever.

Note: Don't ask me stupid Questions. I have only written it because I felt so.