Random morning blues....

*as simple as my dreamy self can get*

Open your twinkling pair,
Open it to the dark-light,
Glumy awakening,
To the Sunrise so flamboyant.

Fan spinning overhead,
Whispers of crocodile dozing,
Cuddling up tight inside a rusty,
Old, warm, grandma rug.

One can only completely,
Fudge with reality,
The guilt sounds in the head,
Kicks up the spark.

Wake up to face,
A day, a full clock,
Light through dusk,
Live it, love it, drown in it.

*PS: trying out my NEW app from my NEW phone. Heeeeee :-)*

Her...!!!

*new, similar to something sooo inspiring, inspired..!!!*

watch her lean onto a sheet,

ink it deep with blood red clots.

she'll tell you in her own

crazy way, how love works.

her heart breaths salty air,

a violin string breaks a note,

and you can hear a drum beat at her feat.

she'll write to make you smile,

she'll write to make you cry,

but when you read,

you can only hear her sing,

a tune that defines your being 

in her soul.

your life in her blood.

kiss her gently,

you'll feel a sea breeze brush,

onto a piano which amps those heart beats,

into a plunge of an electric guitar.

she just writes to satisfy her daily walk,

yet she knows,

its more, more than just that walk.

answers to those unstable,

hard, confusing, twisted times,

so unknown, yet so alive and true. 

Reason for my being...!!

*Its Mother's day!!! Many of you might say, this is such a cliché, you don't need a day to celebrate this divine relationship. More so ever, of all the days, one showers the unseen love that never was heard of before.

I am sure social networks are filled with such entries, arguments, clashes, etc. Like no other entertainment ever existed, such matters are dealt with utmost interest and ones frustration is poured out into meaningless comments after comments, and likes..!!!

Perceptions sure do vary... mine go as follows:

Yes, you don't need a separate day to tell your amma that you love her, you can do that every day... But, do you... Do you go upto her every morning, kiss her cheek, hug her and tell her "Amma, I love you"..??? If you do, HATS OFF. I know I don't, that does not mean I love her less. A day like this is set aside so that, you out of your busy schedule can pick some time out, and do all that you need to, go out of your way, make it special, make her smile, make her laugh. She deserves the best, her love knows no boundaries. So, professing your love to her on this day is not a crime, its not like you hate her rest of the days. Go ahead... MAKE HER FEEL SPECIAL... she has not done any less to make YOU feel special*

Do I tell you or show you?!

I opened my clueless eyes,

To look into your teary, glassy, happy pair.

You were my first touch,

I griped my tiny little fingers around yours.

You were my first trust,

I clenched onto your chest while you kissed my forehead.

The fear of new chattering sounds,

New amalgam of odors, new glee faces,

A world so intense,

I shriek…

You touch,

I smile…!!

The beauty, the awe…

Nail biting restlessness to serenity!

Transitions after transitions,

This journey has taken a toll,

Crawling to walking to jumping to running,

You only smiled and said,

“there, there; how wonderful you are”

Every dangerous enthralling leap,

I looked behind,

Searching for a relentless second thought,

There you were,

Pushing the limits,

As strong as ever,

With a heart that never skipped a blessing!

You laughed,

At my every silly mumble,

You fought,

With my crazy mind dwellings,

And then..

When I tear’d up,

You cried along.!

Your love can stop my heart,

And restart it.

You walked into my boneyard,

And it turned into Arcadia.

The entire endless universe,

Shall end when u hold me tight.

Now, tell me,

Do I tell you or show you?!

Words seem to fail,

Fingers shiver,

Silly me, yet I sit to write.

Nothing seems enough,

So,

I shall only smile at you,

And say “I love you”!!!

Its a Circle...!!

Where does it start,
where does it end?
I am in a sphere,
made of infinite dwindling dots!

the insane vehicle,
I ride sees no turns,
twirls around circular path,
hits confusing bumps,
gives forever hopes after.
the speed breakers,
snatch my heart,
and throws it back to my face!

I smell burning rubber,
tire slides, breaks fail,
engine runs out!
and the service center,
SIGH! far out of sight!

Impeccable scenes at each point,
but only a never ending fire path!
Now, my favorite vehicle,
runs out, dies, drains blood'nd petrol!
I see myself still sinking,
Running around in circles.
Do I now own another?
Or enter a different obscure dimension.?

A ducati stares my way,
can I let go of my dead Harley?
Oh! what can a machine do,
but construct unpromising circles!!!

Not another travel,
not another painful journey!
I shall now walk alone,
the Velvet, amorphous path!!