Will-o-the-Wisp!

She raised like will-o-the-wisp,
from the dark grey sky.
For a wild goose chase in the cloud atlas,
cascading down her lull in hiatus,
that she kept for six Monaten.
Then, she ran across spouting like an inundate stream.
"Run run Lola, for the dreams you have cherished,
for the life you thought had perished.
It is breezing in to you,
waiting to add a hue.
In the lackluster 'essence'
that you forget to foster; brio.
All your downtime blithe
ruined altogether by a Ninny-Hammer's pun.
Its going be new,
just me and you.
For once in a lifetime,
have a non-aligned view.
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pappus everywhere; of the dandelions fair,
and no longer airy wisp,
I can see you, I can feel  it.
but, can't touch you even now.
For you sail high up above,
in the of nimbostratus.
Please bend down a little,
bow a little more.
Let me touch you once,
just once before you become;
"Will-o-the-wisp", forevermore.







 

 

You Never were a Crush

Hey, will you come by my side
just to say a hi,
that is all that i want
Your gleaming crystal eyes
gilding all along,
wont they turn to my side
hope you'll understand
that I am not a deadpan;
blank and vacant woodland.

Every-time you pass by my side,
you leave a void inside.
You make me wanna eat out my heart,
you are so caustic.
How long should I act being alone,
singing blues on the phone
like it happened agone.
I am waiting down the lane for you,
Till you realize, you were never just a Crush
for me and never will be. 

"What love we've given we will have forever. What love we fail to give is lost for all eternity."

“Love”!!! - The governing principle of the earth. Even after centuries of cutting edge technological advancements we still have got a thing for the presumably corny idea called love. Why is it that we all intransigent to admit to the very fact that love has got no meaning. Oops! I am sorry.  What I meant was “TRUE LOVE”. Where all the men wait for their beautiful princess Rapunzel (may be men do not like a “damsel in distress”, do you??? May be just a damsel??? You people are better off without the traditional sappy, blushy, over-sensitive girls, isn’t it??? ... too weak in men’s psychology... so, forget it.) and all the Women wait for their “Knight in the shining armour”. Are you not planning to kill me when I say true love is non-existent on earth? To find the truth, we have got to decipher the cipher of the cupid. I don’t do brail though. Is true love restrained to the fairy tales? If true love is forever, then why does it have to end with a “true love’s kiss”???  Can life be as good as or as happy as that of a romantic fiction after you fall in love??? I know it is getting too interrogative. But a string of questions haunt’s you when you try your hands on love. I am not here to answer those. What am I here for??? The reason is unfounded. What exactly happens when you fall in love? You first see the person and they appeal to your visual senses. Your eye gets a little peckish for the visual pleasure that it derives from watching each move of that person. You perpetually need a greater dosage. You become addicted to the intoxication purveyed by love. Finally, you reach the tip of acute addiction syndrome. But it is too late, because you are irrevocably apprehended by your counterpart. Potentially perilous memories are spliced into the neural receptors, resulting in a nervous breakdown of the victim. You lose our senses and agility. Your minds stop functioning, it becomes stagnated like a pond and dries up. Till we are enlightened with the stark of revelation that, “all lives end, all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.”

That was really a pessimistic hyperbole of love theory by me. But we all adhere to our favourite doctrine of facts better be left to the fiction. But it is inescapable fact that in this over burdened world, there are traces of love and humanity still found. We did not give up the cult of true love completely. Then, why can’t we stand each other for a long time in love. We don’t usually hate or break up with our parents. Ok, “EGO” is a major factor. And the minor factors include “ego”, “ego”, and “ego”... “we” is a very significant word in love and once when we depart from WE to I, we go off tangent from long term relationships, shredding our love like a wad of tissue.  “We" is a state of mind and heart. It is a telepathic connection. Here the absence of one partner is compensated by retrieving them in their thoughts. Partners who consider themselves a "we" act that way. When you talk to partners who live with and in the heart of their beloved, you experience that commitment in every way they present themselves. They communicate a pride in belonging to their partner. It's a powerful feeling of "us" over anyone or anything else. So, this is a kind warning from my side just to caution you from living a loner life forever...

R.Ramya J

Why a Man Kills What he Loves?

I sat besides my laptop and tried to contemplate on the reason behind the fight that took place this afternoon with my mom. On launching myself into this task, I found there wasn’t any reason for me to be mad at her. In fact, it was my entire fault because my conversation explicitly corroborates that it was me who instigated the fight. The worst part was that my mom didn’t retort back or made any attempt to underscore my mistake. She just hung up the call with grave silence. This cuts me through very badly. Okay, I have this bad habit of diverging from the core of what I write. But I had to code this incident since; I felt that it would be an inexcusable mistake to conceal the muse behind my choice of topic. Mom, you enlighten me, revealing most of the dark sides of reality that I feel better left to fiction.

We all have the irredeemable inclination to hurt people just by moving our boneless tongue in a haphazard way. This is just one way of killing people we love. There’s another way, this often results in what you call BREAK UP’S. We all fall in love, love is what drives the cart of the world or to be precise it feeds the soul of the world as Paulo Coelho puts it. If love is the greatest thing on earth, then why is it that we wound our loved ones with our lacerating words? Some idiots do on purpose they chuck their loved ones out of their life because they fantasise a pseudo hypothesis by rating them 1 on the scale of five. They look down upon them self which is a worst possible penalty that a person could inflict on himself. Well, why do you have to give a damn to the world which always finds faults neglecting the good in you? You are swift in kill in the person who cares for you so as to save yourself from the hazard of his or her scathing you. You fear that they would leave you. So, you leave them before they could. This complex restrains you from attempting to love a person. You miss them you kill them, their emotions so much so assuming it to do a greater good. But have you ever pondered on the very fact that it doesn’t help. Its the most obtuse blunder one could ever make.

Remember, you are not the so called omnipotent god to salvage your loved one from being battered. Rather, adding an impetus to the piling agony. So why try all these moronic acts. Be normal and follow your heart with wit. Coz no one in the world is worthy of you losing your happiness for them. Life is very short; don’t make it a futile one by over thinking things. If you are supposed to breathe, the air around will find its own way to enter you to keep you alive.

Don’t you worry just chill out. J

Self admiration

Hatred, grudge, enmity, disgust, malignancy,

Let every word of bitterness,

Inundate my mind.

Let the sky turn crimson,

When I ponder your mien.

Oh heart! I command you,

Be on cue.

Your are shallow,

But you think you are hollow.

Take a leap forward,

And realize, you are not a coward.

Set forth and proceed,

To compensate what you didn’t succeed.

The sophomoric lapse was inevitable,

Allow it not to make your morale feeble.

Fling away the flaming matchstick,

Before it char’s your soul’s wick.

Lose not your ego,

Just let it go.

Let it hunt down,

Those tried to truss you up,

Those tried to tear you down.

Show them your calibre.

Show them who you are.

Be not, Narcissus who drowned in ego,

Be like a Phoenix which rises from its ashes.

Realize the real intrigue,

Recuperate from them.

Don’t revert, don’t retort,

Don’t reiterate what you long said.

The pestilence is long gone,

You are the sole residue.

A seedling to form the new.

Crop up, branch out and outreach the sky.

Which people thought to be too high.

Leave stranded the past,

Let bygones be bygones.

Shoot up, pullulate the refulgent fresh race.

Accredit your dewy chrome,

To spatter the sky.

You are not one among the swarm of flies,

You are that drop of light

It enlightens the crepuscular.

Your name exemplifies Pulchritude.

The Oyster of Reminiscence

What i thought to be mine was never mine,

Love was in the air.

I guess not on your life you ever care,

The wisps of love beckoned me,

I was a novice lover,

Never clever,

Tracing the path of relentless maze,

Following a futile mirage,

Heading no where.

Caught in the whirlpool of conflicting reverberations;

Of hollering and hammering consciousness.

I walked and walked towards you with,

Incessant, unremitting willingness to meet you beyond the horizon.

It was excruciating, my heart throbbed,

My mind cluttered.

I mustered my vigor, bulldozed my way through,

Wrecking the opacity of all the my reticent silence.

I showed you that i loved you like no one has ever loved anyone….

The searing trudge in your quest,

Was only to find you bequest,

Your love to an out-lander.

My mirth elated,

I was adrift in the sporadic twirls of serene breeze,

It carried your breath entrenched in glee of new-found love.

I lost you, i lost you forever,

I saw you fade away in evanescent.

May be this is what i deserve,

May be i was meant to preserve.

I embraced my defeat,

Since you vanquished me.

I cloistered each drop of your memory,

In the oyster of my heart.

It stayed, it stayed there voiceless,

Suddenly, my heart sunk,

Breaking the oyster,

Nonplussed, i lay supine on the ground.

The droplets of memories yielded iridescent pearls,

Pearls of resplendent rhapsody,

Tears trickled down when i descried the metamorphosis.

Each pearl was a time machine in an atomic form,

I groped to reach out for one,

On the spur of the moment,

It was such a torment.

Memories flashing back, taking me back on an esplanade,

i grew solemn and began to lament like the blues.

There is no way to make a bolt for it.

I was stuck, stuck inside the walls painted white,

Clasping the oyster brimming with prismatic pearls of your memories….