Hit my soul

Kiss of Bliss

 

Grey and dark they floated up the hills

vapours and smoke dark as night sweet

filled with the wine so aromatic and sweet

stolen from the cellars of paradise it seemed

 

It thundered its presence to the heaven

and to the mortals in the ground

as it dripped and streamed the pearls of joy

fulfilling the wishes of the earth after her long cry

 

So, I stand witnessing this mystical romance

As the poetic lover bathes her beautiful lass

Both naked and drawn in love

For their bodies might be different

But their souls were one

 

Dehradun is heaven. I t has not stopped raining since the last 48 hours. Dark and grim all day. Well i guess darkness guides my soul.

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Chains of Life

Chains of Life

 

I was born breaking the chains

of the warm palace of my mother’s heart

Only to be chained again in the dark dungeons

of, the castle of glass called life

 

The castle of glass so fragile and weak

all it takes is a blow of the truth

to shatter it’s false might

But Alas! The prisoners of the castle

were the guards standing by

 

So, I ease myself into these chains

Which are now the part of my life

And, my soul is now frozen too cold to melt

By the fires of motivation and desire

 

Too dark and deep. Well so is life , you and me. We all fake that smile on our faces when our soul cries from inside shredded into bits and pieces.

 

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Her Birthday!

It’s her birthday, as she blows those candles off

But what about my soul

It’s fire was frozen

by the breath of your heart which broke with mine

And now all remains is a castle of glass

with cracks waiting to rumble into sand anyday

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I know ! I know!.”No Siddharth!, you bitch! how much time do you need to get over her”

Well we boys do hide our scars really well. But our scars are for life and No not even Samwell Tarly can treat them. I do bleed out of these wounds and spill the blood all over my write. Gory! Isn’t it. Well yeah.

So, back to her birthday. She turns 21 tomorrow. Being in the same class everyday I have to see her face and you can understand the pain. But she’s gonna be prettier tommorow and  beauty of your ex is directly proportional to the blood’s boiling temperature. I don’t miss her body but it’s difficult to give away a part which was once yours.

Well! I will wish her tomorrow.  Any suggestions on how to do it ?

Prep time is on.

The Judgmental Nature

 

Mankind, since its inception to this world of dreams and lies

Has reasoned and reflected on the treacherous course of life

But as the stream of evolution gushed, and we turned old to new

We lost our depth and developed an inapt judgemental view

 

“O’ see the slut, exposing her thighs”- cries the misogynistic society

As she walks down the road, draping herself in a dress of her choice

Their, decency lies in veiling her body and mind

And turning her into some cattle with no sense of pride

 

“Negro’s are slaves” shouted the racist bigot

Taking pride in the colonial massacre of humanity which his forefathers committed

Tied up in Irons, of their own view of fragmented society

That they forget that every white needs its own black to fill in the enprint

 

 

 

“It’s against the law of nature, you faggot!” shouted the homophobe

Trapped in his own ruins of thoughts, refusing to come up

And, cursing his brothers for their choice of love

As, he finds himself alone in this godforsaken world

 

So, let’s dive a little deep into our pool of thoughts

And, think twice before we speak

Judging is common because it is easier than contemplating

Among the society shredded by hate and narrow thinking

 

Well isn’t it true these days or wait since the dawn of our history. Mind your business Assholes!

 

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THE PSALM OF RAIN

 

Trickling from the shrine

Pearls of joy and drops of solace embrace my soul

As it kisses my skin and soul with the tenderness and calmness of its abode

Takes me to a journey from dusk to dawn

Heaven to Earth, a place where this fallen broken soul belongs

 

Falling from heaven to quench the thirst of the barren land

The drops of wine restore the Earth’s solace and peace

Like the almighty grant’s away his blessings which this mortal being receives

 

And, for this soul, who can do what but to gaze in wonder

This spiritual cosmic bond between the creator and creation

These tears of love trickles down from my lips to my heart

Restoring my fallen consciousness

 

My soul dances and rejoices as the myth portray before it

Two legendry lovers meet and romances

 

And as for the body

It stands under the blue

For the rain to drip it again.

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Drunken Monk!

 

Wine of Delusion

 

Having drunk the intoxicating wine of delusion

World has lost its mind and senses

For they are too blind to see

Their life gradually crawling towards end

 

The skin erodes and beauty fades away

With the daily rising and setting of sun

And the time is lost like the sand

Which slips from the fist of weak men

 

O’ ye fool wake up your slumbering soul

Aren’t you frightened?

At the sight of the birth

Old age misfortunes

And the death of your shipwrecked brothers

 

So, let us rise from this fall

Seeking to bear our hearts once again

For the truth that lies beyond

The narrow-fragmented walls of golds and gains

 

How sad is that we do not even rise to realize the truth on even seeing old age misfortunes and death of others. So guys wake up, there is a world above your looks and money to fulfill your materialistic desires.

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The Fate of the Beach

The Beach

I walked on a moonlit white sand beach

Which the ocean claims to be its part

And land describes it its own heritage

I, feel the beach is torn apart

 

Torn apart between the shallowness of sea

And the greed of the ground

And between its own greed

To be a part of both mother of pearls and fertile land

 

So, it still lies between the two, shrinking overtime

As the land has left it for the sea to play its part

Till, all the sand castles are washed

And it’s existence is lost.

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This dilemma of beach of unspoken and unheard by the sheets of meat which run over its leftover ruins.

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The Faded Beauty

The Faded Beauty

 

The night sky we see

 

is not the same,

 

as the one our predecessors looked upon.

 

Stars have blurred,

 

urban sprawl has attacked,

 

what’s more, the once consummate traverse of night

 

might be lost in our ocean of light.

 

The bustling individuals don’t take note.

 

Nobody looks to the stars any longer

 

The thick dark sky,

 

dotted with whispers of removed life.

 

Lovely lamps coasting oblivious.

 

Gatekeepers of our universe,

 

watch life hit the dance floor with death,

 

as they quietly blur away.

 

There are no more answers from the divine beings.

 

No more stories in the night.

 

Not any more addressing how everyone came to have life.

 

The world is excessively occupied,

 

soaked in it’s counterfeit light.

 

Excessively occupied with, making it impossible to become mixed up in this wonderful spread.

 

Excessively occupied with, making it impossible to look to our makers.

 

The flashes that make life.

 

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The Monsoon Winds!

So, she is finally here. Noooo!! not a Lass or a Dame flaunting her superficial colors over the park .I am talking about the rains.Here in the subcontinent we call these winds which bring in the water to the thirsty land as “Monsoon”.Such a beautiful and soothing name isn’t it.Love it.

So,Finally the Rains have begun,and I being  an emotional typewriter has started to spill my ink all over my blog exemplifying it’s beauty and expressing my gratitude to it.

But who does not love dark skies , cold zephyr and the green and rejuvenated nature all around.It’s like the God’s Gift for an Atheist ,isn’t it.

Monsoon soaks us all in the most spiritual feeling of all.It turns up the artist is us.So bloody hell! stop complaining about the puddles and the insects and pick up your pastel,pen or charcoal and just let your heart flow over .Monsoon does have a special bond with me! I like it’s damp and wet weather.

 

So now here is a small tribute ,to one of the most calming and beautiful forces of nature as I dedicate my creation to you beauty!!

 

 

THE MONSOON

 

Standing, in my balcony as I sip my cup of tea

A gentle, cool breeze swept touching my skin

Evaporating all my melancholy and glee

As I turned over a new leaf again.

 

Dark clouds, gathered in the heaven up above

To, wet the tree and the earth

And, the ships that sail in the sea

Extinguishing the flames of anguish and desire, sunk in the heart deep.

 

And, now the drizzle began, quenching the thirst

Of every perishable man on earth

As the god thundered and bolted the light

The earth welcomes the monsoon with joy.

 

The rain and the wind display this art

Of spiritual blessing and rejuvenation, in the gods part

And, I stand now, on the field, drenched from head to toe

As my arms are now spread, soaking the beauty from its every stroke.

 

So,Pick up your caffeine,Wrap yourself nice and tight and fall in love with her winds again!

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The Gay Pride!!

Yes.Hush!,Hush! all around eh now.

I am from India and here same sex love and marriage is BANNED! Fuck you article 377. This one law was enforced in the late 19th century India ,by the British and now when they are gone we Indian’s refuse to give up our slave mindset.

“Against the law of nature”,”Unnatural,”Ewe!!Filthy”.These are some expressions the society uses against the homosexuals. Come on! Why even in the 21st century the human beings judge you on the basis of your sexual orientation(Although I find Illegal weed more disgusting).

Grow up society. Realize that Homosexual=Homo sapiens and just like us all they have a right to choose their partners and you are no one to interfere with their personal lives,Let alone fucking with it.

So, I now dream of an Utopian island where this malpractice does not exist and dream of a paradox where humans are actually civilized and sensible.

So, here goes the Poetry;

The Rainbow Shines

Wandering in a hamlet beside the green countryside

I, heard the cheers of tods and lads

As, they galloped and rushed towards the church

When the copper bell at the top tolled twice.

 

And, me too pulled by the curiosity and luck

Stepped into the marble floor, where the holy soul resides

Astonished to see, a wedding like none another

As they kissed in front of the mass who cheered.

 

Two men took their wedding vows that twilight of may

Exchanging pleasantries and gifts, as not an eye was in dismay

As the couple walked slowly past the gallery, of the lord’s house

With people showering flowers and their mothers darted, to hug them and their spouse.

 

And, I stood in awe, secretly adoring the victory of gay pride

As, the angels showered their blessing upon them, and the heaven rejoiced

For finally the clock has ticked past the historical human ignorance

About ones love, orientation and pure desires.

 

Hope we all understand one day that the sexual orientation of a person is not a social issue but a personal choice and everyone should be allowed to have their own lives.

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