"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Consume..

This entry has been submitted by me for Thursday Poets Rally Week 50!
Holding tightly but with a touch so gentle.
Caress through skin enthralls and enchants.
Trickling joys through every pore,
washing the soul with care and love.
A lovely whisper through the dark night,
and as soon as the words echo,
millions of fireflies light up the sky.
Swirling scent of roses and milk in air,
dropped together they are in a pond of glee.
Sensuous and intricate arousing touches,
nails digging deep and bites getting wild.
Consuming breathes and palpitating collisions.
Clasping you tight and you play with her hairs.
Gore drips down heavily from the bites and digs.
Bloody ordeal craving goes intensifying with each prick.
Instilling through her a passion flows,
sharing through him and compassion beholds.
Pleading for every bruise and cut.
She enjoys the marks showered upon her.
Moving in mysterious ways through the paths,
it is making the night go slow, 
giving it an eternal last....



Friday, August 19, 2011

Rejected!

Rubbing her eyes she was looking for him besides her but he wasn't there.With the sudden need of him by her side she sat up fast to locate him.As she stared wide eyed at the end of the room she saw him standing with folded hands smiling at her.She got up and moved towards him,hugging him tightly.They bound each other in their embrace as if there won't be another for them together.She whispered in his ears softly 'I love you'.He smiled and kissed her on cheeks.


It was all the unnecessary thoughts that she was carrying with herself and they well showed their signs on her.Life had been so unfair to her or so she thought because when you have your own plight to attend you simply forget that their are many around you who might not be even this much privileged to harbor even a shelter for themselves.Endless mind-games that tricked her eyes to wet and rejections of all sorts on her initiatives taken up.She had tried hard to cope and forget the remarks and refresh so that she could make it work again but time and again she failed and she was unable to regain the strength to do the things all over again after some tries.Sitting with crossed legs on her big,empty bed she thought to herself that what is the reason for such failures?Is it that these things were not meant for her or there was something which snatched away her peace and made her impatient which she quiet obvious could not show to the person she meant it for.After a longtime she had decided that she came to be seen as a burden for others and worthless in any work she did.So she disconnected herself from the world which was not the way out really.She had to confront her fears and solve her problems.They say that people don't want to solve their problems even after they know the solution to it. But do they know that for applying that solution they might have to end the very existence of themselves.It killed her to live each day like that,she had thought of ending the life at it's present state but she didn't have enough courage of depressing some people who expected something worth to come out of her someday.She hurted herself time and again.Mentally as was very evident with her failures lined up and physically she chose all the ways to make her go numb and not have a single bit of emotion and feeling left in her.The fairy tale life,rich life,fantasy life,dream life...she wished that these were really possible in the realms of the world she lived in.Illusions had done a bit of relief in her life and she when drunk and lost in abruptness took to the illusions very quickly.Imagining things that weren't real and speaking to someone who didn't even exist in her life.If someone had seen her like that they might have concluded her as mad for sure.When her illusions broke apart and gave way to the unfair world to penetrate back into her mind she sobbed inconsolably and wished she could forever be dropped in those pits of illusions.
One of her works witnessed in the first paragraphs of this excerpt.She opened her eyes,stared into oblivion,inside her stomach she had the same sinking feeling.No one was present besides,she was still alone as she had been.Their was no one to console,no one to love her,no one to embrace her and no one to tell her that yes you can do it.She rushed to her washroom and puked.The last nights drinking had made her illusion to take shape.She splashed water on her face,her red eyes devoid of moisture and they could not cry anymore.She dropped with a thud on the floor and stared the floor as long as she didn't subside to the state she was in before witnessing the illusion of today morning.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Excoriated Soul..

How does it feel to loose your soul? Difficult to answer cause rare ones have felt the existence of soul and some doubt of it being in reality within us.

It just vanished in thin air..there she laid her eyes wide open and she couldn’t say anything, nor move. Like a statue carved out of white marble, those delicate pink lips, deep blue eyes, and spectacular countenance. Time had frozen as she had wished so many times; everything turned cold –her body, mind, heart. The palpitation it stopped, her face was as if she was witnessing utmost calm and peace with a horror still prying her eyes.

One day back she had what she thought the most wonderful feeling of her life, something moved in her, she felt her heart rise with joy, her being drenched with togetherness .She placed her hand on his and he reverted back by putting his on her. Lying there together they had never ever thought that there could be something so wonderful in this whole-wide world. Though the shattering of the inner self of her wasn’t known to him and she bet it that the last blow would bring her down to pieces that could never be rejoined or regaled. Closing her eyes, she intertwined her fingers in his. They lay hugged with each other, she wanted to whisper something in his ears but her words have dried, tears trickled down her cheeks and she couldn’t understand whether it was of joy or of sorrow. She watched his face, it had taken a pale color but yet it seemed satiable, those closed eyes were showing calm, the breathe was signifying harmony. She brushed his hairs away from his eyes with one hand and with the other she caressed his back. His lips turned into a smile and he pulled her face close to his and kissed her lips. The night covered them in the dark aura of enchantment and seeming doubtless love. She watched him whole night sleeping and she was amazed by the fact still that this had happened with her.
Then by the time the sun had rise and his senses were getting ready to wake up ,she had closed her eyes with hands still tightly gripped together and the embrace the same way that it had been in the beginning.

Today she woke up and found herself lying all alone by herself on the bed and she didn’t knew what it meant. She got up afraid and insecure but she crossed her doubts and put up a smile across her face. As she searched all through the places wrapped in a blanket through the bedroom, drawing room, kitchen, balcony and then finally she reached the main entrance door to her house and there on the table by the side of the door laid a envelope. The door was ajar and she picked up the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper read the content

Dear
      Undefined,
                     Yesterday evening and night was something I can never forget ever. I would remember it whole my life. It was a wonderful feeling to possess you inside me and talk with you for so long. I had not slept that way for a longtime and I was so relaxed after I had poured myself out to you. There were some secrets and some fears that I had let you know and I hope you would keep them all to yourself. Before meeting you yesterday evening I had not planned anything and I didn't have the slightest intentions to be like that with you. And I was aghast that I let that all happen. Today morning when I got up and realized what I had done to you and what you might have felt by it I was really ashamed of myself. But I didn’t regret it cause I feel there might be something good behind it. Don’t misinterpret me but I can’t be what I was to you yesterday, it was someone else in me and I am not that and as far as I know I can’t be that. I am leaving for my home today and I wish that we don’t keep in touch. The relation that I had shared with you was very beautiful and I might never come across such a relationship but trust me the reality of life is that whatever begins has to end too and I mean about this relation and this has to end, it has come to it’s end point. Have a blessed life ahead and I am not the one you seek for there might be someone who wants to never end but just be in the beginning with you and I am not that.
                                                                                                                      Yours,
                                                                                                                       Invincible

Yes dear all she was the undefined and he was the invincible. Invincible could not ever define her and Undefined could not ever conquer him. Separations happen to everyone but some are just unbearable and that was the final blow that was being feared and it broke her to pieces and there she lay like shattered pieces of glasses with lost identity and life. She lay there dead out of the sudden expulsion of realization after the dream that proved itself to be so and not reality.