New kid on the block

Passion on beach

2019-10-06T18:49:00.002+05:30

Seas tell a unique story,

long romantic walk,

kissing in the wild,

open crest of waves,

azure sea and breeze,

blue sky fading slowly into grey,

white sand,

footprints leaving a mark,

imprint of pleasure and moaning,

fellow travelers swaying to the tune,

laden with shades of uncertainty,

marooning on love and lust,

trees rooted on sand,

standing alone,

offering shades to lovers clicking moods and moments,

Selfie talk on social media,

joy to intimate and honeymoon lovers,

Silent night,

unbridled pain and passion,

ushering into lovemaking,

someone shall wait in the breezy night,

interspersed with emotions and fluttering wind,

worries shall end,

naked skins merging into each other,

consummate and escapade tale,

bearing a secret,

we shall never tell,

Forgetting it ever existed,

nestled inside a hotel room,

watching hues and views,

nature carries a price in an idyllic destination.

Intimate love and sea breeze

2019-10-06T18:20:00.003+05:30

Naked souls wading freely,

flicking the sand,

i long to hold her hands,

invisible woman,

nymph,

legs stroking and pressing together,

a gentle touch,

harmless caress,

running fingers on her waist,

breeze wafting speedily,

clutching tight,

lips cupped,

hardened breasts curled together,

blood rushing like thunder,

panting,

longing for intimate adventure,

naughty and inviting smile,

heightened love at its peak,

inside the crystal water,

waves crashing furiously.

When the mind plots!

2019-10-06T18:10:00.000+05:30

Kill the messenger,

ghouls and evil minds,

conspiring death on foes,

brain is thy lethal weapon,

wicked, ruthless and madness unleashing,

nothing shall ever stop this obsession,

every second, conjuring death to avenge the wrong,

I ain’t,

my silly mind plotting,

Stopping at nothing,

Countless proposals hot women make,

imaginative as it gets,

not high on drugs, alcohol and hallucination,

blame it on creativity,

writers hide behind,

only if I could wash ashore the brain’s sins,

in the holy Ganges,

retribution has never got away so easily,

I shall repent for murder.

The cloak of everything

2019-08-17T13:08:00.000+05:30

Blow into pieces,
curled shaped smoke,
weave a tale,
turn the page,
forget the fuck,
brush off as nightmare in the day,
unclutter the mind,
forget the love of yore,
wipe her off your mind,
just a speck of dust,
an enigma,
for they never stay for long,
gyrate to a new tune,
keep walking,
trudge the hills,
in search of nothing,
pull the cloak of everything.

Five a.m love

2019-08-17T13:00:00.001+05:30

Hazy morning,
misty eyes,
creamy layered cloud,
blue dotted sky,
ships mooring at bay,
flapped wings,
stroking at the cusp of dawn,
sensual skins caressing,
dappled sunshine,
five am love,
shedding clothes,
flesh staring naked at each other,
tears washed ashore,
ignited beliefs.
love cannot fail,
hope and promises,
where the mind meets inlet waves.

Wind chime and the imaginary angel

2019-08-10T12:13:00.001+05:30

Your scent tugs at my heart,

feeling a lump in the throat,

you came like a speck of dust,

blowing curled smoke of illusion,

eyes rubbed,

losing myself to your sight,

an enigma,

gone with the wind,

drop of petal,

surrounding your identity,

throwing a twinge of disappointment,

midnight dream,

an imaginary angel,

who are you?

some call you the wind chime,

perfect clatter of sound tinkling inside the heart.

A creamy moment

2019-08-09T15:41:00.000+05:30

Rosy lips,

taste like choco fudge,

dripping saliva,

enmeshed tongues,

curled like grasses knotted together,

ignite the flame,

Mouths scything into a tongue lashing affair,

scoop of ice cream,

sensation running deep, panting and unlocking,

locking again,

longing for the passionate kiss,

shall not be the final one!

light and breezy,

intimately violent,

the moment shall melt,

drench the mouth,

savor the delicious concoctment,

a creamy moment!

A flash of lightning

2019-08-09T15:38:00.001+05:30

Lost souls to adventure,

Baring the heart open,

crevice unfurling,

flash of lighting,

holding stars in the palm,

a restless heart traveling places,

longing for love,

this silly emotion lost in translation!

ever wondered what we are bound to,

law of attraction,

deciphering the inner meaning of emotions,

laying open and uncensored,

in the barren land,

the faithful is questioned,

like our inner feelings,

why we become attracted to fellow passengers!

Aphrodisiac and orgy to the mind.

Furious sea at bay

2019-08-09T15:34:00.002+05:30

Gentle wind soaring,

water flapping the face,

fluttering pages,

birds flocking above the mist,

story told,

a silent mind in ebullition,

reaching the elixir,

repression emotions,

cup of tea overflown,

itchy palm,

scratching the skin,

every moment bearing the pain felt,

angst washed ashore by waves,

sea is a silent spectator,

witnessing the fury,

yet unmoved by the anger of violent tides and waves,

few can comprehend,

humans or ghouls,

gentle or evil.

Mirage at cusp of darkness

2019-08-09T15:24:00.000+05:30

Dry leaves,

drenched in a patch of mud,

deserted forest,

birds squeaking,

legs lolling in quest of destination,

yearning for the lone wooden ship,

growing small and disappearing in distance,

flowing in the still water,

silent glances of travelers,

Pain,

defeat,

dim hope,

leaving present memory behind,

vision of opening eyes to a new world,

wait is longer,

chased by batons and arms,

no dignity left perhaps,

moon losing its sheen,

eruption of darkness,

a mirage at cusp of darkness.

Deadly concoction called friendship

2019-08-05T18:02:00.003+05:30

tasting like a soul’s addiction,

deadly and lethal.

reaching an elixir’s journey,

victory and fun,

optimism,

joy and sorrow,

unbridled passion,

breaking all imagined limits.

walking the rope of danger,

Yet not an ounce of fear in the flesh,

Where love and bonding conquer all,

Yet none conquered,

aha of joy,

wildest encounters never reach

its end,

moments of togetherness buried!

Happy Friendship Day

Clarion call on a lone journey

2019-02-21T23:59:00.003+05:30

Asunder hands,

chained together,

battling sweats,

an endless march,

in search of an identity,

lost among thorns,

a journey eluding travelers,

fraught with misery,

parched throat,

a dusty terrain,

where neither dawn nor dusk exists,

a mind filled to the brink,

hath no fury or punishment,

buried emotions,

ravaged by pure sparkle of the flame,

no destination is endless,

a crushed purpose exploding like volcano

clarion call,

the end is blurred.

Poetry bouquet: Connecting strings

2019-02-21T23:49:00.000+05:30

Barren flavor

Paan stained emotions

flavor of barren land,

raw and colorful feeling,

laden with a thirst,

exploring vivid towns,

a village silenced by voices,

thirst for adventure,

hippie shedding cloak and clothes,

shorn of facade.

Connecting strings

Play naked,

connecting the string,

inside out emotions,

straddle freely,

belies what humans are capable,

pain,

sadness,

angst,

a green heart needs no healing from artificiality,

a budding flower,

revel in the self’s uniqueness.

Has social media made us lame communicators?

2018-12-31T22:12:00.001+05:30

Communications is key for any relationships to thrive. In today's age of social media, read FB with 2000 plus connections, Insta Love or Retweets, one can bet on our connections beyond comments. The truth is that we have lost the art of harnessing relationships or communications skills when everyone is suddenly gung-ho about their social media achievements and one can wonder on the number of friends on display. The moot question is: Who are our real friends, with whom we speak regularly.

Wanna bet! There are few who are our true friends in this virtual world and the whole FB triumph has made us lazy when rather than picking up the phone speaking to a friend or planning a lunch meet, we end up sending a WhatsApp forward. This whole forward or virtual e-greetings for birthdays, Diwali or New year has made us lame communicators where deep inside this fear of not meeting and bonding physically has become our new truth. I often wonder whether we are for real in the first place or just turned into some digital robot, typing greeting or Whatspps whenever it suits us.

For instance, I may speak loads to a Whatsapp contact or on social media but may be, will be at a loss of words in meeting the person. I think this says a lot on the communication skills suffering and reason why we should meet more often with people not only to break the ice but also getting to know each other. Time for us to loosen a bit for the digital world has stiffened our souls.

Do a test and just drop a genuine Hi to your random FB connection beyond comments, asking to call them or catching up. The answer is simple: There are very rare cases when you will get a reply and forget about meeting up for we have become remote-controlled by the world of Insta that works like another version of friends with benefits. Basically, you like my posts and I like yours. Honeymoon over. Sadly, that's how the entire things pan out.

Of course, there are few people who became good friends on social media and despite we haven't met physically, we make it a point calling and speaking endlessly on the phone. But, I can count on my fingers the number of such connections but blame it not on others but ourselves for we are busy beyond words but too selfish in making the effort in expressing love or appreciation beyond the world of status messages or Tweets.

Beauty and the plucked rose

2018-12-31T20:58:00.001+05:30

Beauty is delicate,

plucked rose losing sheen,

dollop of spark waning,

the moment beauty gives in to passion and love,

lost fragrance,

beauty radiates when exposed to the sun,

what to make of love?

Complex,

layered,

intense,

misunderstood,

directionless

love is,

similar to beauty,

the chasm and miasma unexplored,

a stranger lover is clueless,

in the intriguing night,

leaves shorn off in the new season.

Say hello to Hope

2018-12-31T20:48:00.000+05:30

I shall tell a secret,

invest in love, friendship,

every single thread of relationships,

cornucopia of emotions,

equate the heart with goodness,

bare it all open and unfiltered,

discard the past,

empty the vessel for it carries no worth,

paint the universe with love,

say hello to hope,

celebrate success and smile at defeats,

leave everything behind,

eliminate the scars,

vanquish demons of the past,

accept the shortcomings,

as you say bye 2018.

Where have the years gone?

2018-12-27T20:17:00.000+05:30

Where have the years gone?

dreams and passion,

guilt free,

freedom to romance,

devouring life,

to love and lose,

heartbreak,

when pain was pleasure,

exploring lust,

eyes filled with aspirations,

unquenched thirst,

once every small thing mattered,

it took decades,

the lost times surfaced,

when pessimism vanished,

scar was just a world,

freedom above everything,

dating was fun,

routine of falling in and out of love,

the heart knew no defeat,

conquering the soul wasn’t vain,

never shy to take risks,

time change us as a person,

roughen the child inside,

why?

are years such an evil?

taking the self away,

hold tight to the spark,

embrace innocence,

be that person again.

Xmas delight

2018-12-26T10:56:00.003+05:30

Colorful bells,
gifts wrapped,
toys in forms and shapes,
twinkling eyes,
tiny toes,
cuddled by dolls,
a little princess,
a boy leaping with happiness,
greeted by magic,
cars and wonder city
Santa's fantasy,
where is him?
little hearts unveiling the eluded fantasy,
hiding behind curtain for a peak,
the old man missing,
the delight felt by the heart,
Xmas tale,
Make merry.

Love
V

A day in life

2018-12-25T11:50:00.002+05:30

An atypical day in my life makes for perfection, efficiency and super productivity but a rarity, thinking of the ass whipping exercise to achieve this feat. Confession: For quite some time, haven't done it but when it does happen. high on fulfillment.

1. Lie on bed and meditate for five minutes, closing the eyes, palm open, breathe in and out to seek calm.

2. Drink a glass of warm water which is the best way to start the day for it removes all toxcins.

3. A cup of chai to start the day while coffee makes for the second or third beverage. ,

4. Read materials online and FB is used as a diary for I keep sharing a few stuffs so that get to read them or else they are lost in the feed.

5. Check office emails, Twitter and other Linkedin notiifications.

6. Sit in the room or alternately travel by bus to office for a couple of hours to sort out stuffs and work. Yes! I am a freelancer with a company and got this facility of hanging at home for the daily tasks.

7. Hit the coffee shop where time is spent reading on the I-pad, a book or magazine that one will normally find in my bag.

8. Back home for a nap, jogging twice a week and 30 minutes of yoga practice done either in the morning or evening.

9. Reading, blogging and attempt to write, fiction or non-fiction.

10. Watch Netflix and Amazon Prime. Just finished Sacred Games and still on Mirzapur, both kick-ass sitcoms.

Things can't leave the house without!

2018-12-23T17:38:00.001+05:30

You know this feeling right when it suddenly hit home that the laptop charger has been left behind at home when scampering to the office? There is a little you can do, except pray that the work is wrapped in time and laptop turns into a good saint doling free love without expecting anything in return. A tale of counting your chickens before it hatched.

This happened to me last Thursday and felt like a dejected scientist on a mission to save myself from The Big Menace looming. I almost turned into a zombie to wrap everything in a jiffy but wasn’t meant to be. The laptop went dark. I went blank. We stared at each other. A moment of silence that seems pretty much like the videotape ejected from the VCR which is buried in the past.

Now, that’s quite a story knocking on several cubicles at the common office space to be turned down, pretty much like asking girls out who outrightly rejecting me. I was lucking for two dudes sitting in their cubicle saved the day as good Samaritans. Finally, business was done in half an hour courtesy the borrowed charger. It makes me wonder on the things that we normally make a point to carry with us every single day and a tube light moment when it slips the mind, a matter of life and death.

What would happen tomorrow if I forget my phone at home rather than the laptop or the plug in? I would definitely freak out, thinking I have lost the super expensive i-phone or the risk of passing out, making it more painful than leaving the laptop charger at home. Things I can’t do without right from the smartphone, an extension of the office with emails and countless applications such as social media to the spectacle and wallet, books or magazines carried in the bag.

How can I forget my personal agenda diary in this digital age? The diary makes for something very precious and personal to jot the agenda and as much as I try to be media savvy, can’t do without the former for it’s the ultimate lifeline. Just can’t live and without the prize assets surrounding lives.

This feeling, that sentiment...love

2018-12-22T19:39:00.003+05:30

This feeling,
that sentiment,
paradise nest,
you call it love,
it may not be!
crevice,
a heartbreak,
bruise,
nursing scars,
in past and present,
rewinding the emotions,
plugging in fast forward,
what we could have been?
walking past you,
nothing could have ever existed between us,
had we made that choice,
you tell me,
pretending nothing existed,
better to love and lost,
your shadow loomed,
belonging to the buried past,
we destroyed each other's presence,
i like it that way,
strangulating the feeling,
zilch,
just a trace of water,
when the stormy night has waned,
and dissipated with the new season.

Flash Fiction: The end of it

2018-12-19T23:00:00.001+05:30

Blinkered eye scanned the black BMW X 5 series speeding on the deserted road in the outskirt of Mumbai, jettisoning past the railway station and stumbled on the dingy alley, in the middle of dilapidated buildings, a lone tea stall lit by a torch and cows grazing on the muddy field.

The luxury car stumbled and screeched that stirred the fearful residents cooped in the two square, flipped towards the end of the lane, reaching the main road. A computer-generated voice told the driver, “You are being followed.”

Dim light and red shadow surfaced coruscating on the narrow edge of the road. The car slowed down and the driver fixed at the rear window, observing the slightest ruffled movement on the deserted road while watching ahead at the same time. In the fleeting seconds, a barrage of gunshots fired at missile range grilled the car, descending on it like speck of arrows blustered on the window and steel.

The car twisted in circumference like movement, stumbled and trundled on the pavement blipped to speed, was tailed by the behemoth of cars closing on its heels. Ball of fire unleashed and thwacked the BMW on the roof, back rear, door and window splintering into jagged pieces.

The array of cars firing bullets and canons, banged against the BMW leaping ahead and pacing out before gaining the upper edge. In a strike of second, the driver lost control after wagging the sniper battle for a harrowing hour and spun in a circle of fire crashed on the edge of the bridge, hardened blocks and concrete jagged in the air with thwack like sound.

The car flew past the bridge and cascaded inside the river, exploding like wildfire. A man was hanging on the bridge and a group of armed men run towards him that gave a shock and expression of disbelief. A configured robot was driving the car and oscillated in the air, speaking the language of humans, “You are fucked.”

Writing in a diary

2018-12-17T13:49:00.001+05:30

Blank pages stare at me in the same fashion as an unfinished manuscript, half empty emotions waiting to be poured and undeclared love. Writing in a personal diary is a very therapeutic exercise to empty the cup like they say. The old age diary is taking an entire lifetime to be filled and I am just halfway through.

First entry was penned in January 2010, the same time I bought the diary. It’s been eight years from now and looking like a half-empty glass. I’ve just finished Preeti Shenoy’s book, ‘Love a little Stronger’ where she speaks on the many wonders of the diary in capturing the soul and writing in the moment to not lose the flow gathering in the mind. I am a procrastinator and yet such a loyal friend asking to be loved talked to or spilling the secrets, emotional tribulations and thoughts that can’t be shared with the world. The diary is this friend.

Every friend is special. Keeping a diary in the digital age is a must, I strongly feel and there are many like-minded souls keeping one for companionship. But, what holds us from penning regularly, if not every day, but at least every week? Time to pull the socks and if you are a lazy bum like me pledge to keep a regular weekly time, preferably during the afternoon or the night to pour ink on paper.

Start by making a list of things you want to achieve in the next three months, friends you can rely on, opening the heart to plain strangers, making new friends, tackling emotional hurdles and shit or thankfulness happening in a day or great ways to kick the buck in penning words in the diary. The brain has so much of things to grapple with but once you skip, it can be quite tough a thing to reprocess which may not have the same spin in capturing those moments. Start writing Now and fill the heart with gratitude.

A date and no banana to slip on!

2018-12-16T21:52:00.001+05:30

Find a date,

no banana to unpeel and slip on,

footsie on naked soles,

adrenaline rush,

fingers interlocked,

blooming beyond flowers on first date!

art and conversation,

a naughty tale,

shedding inhibition,

undressing,

caress and kissing,

splash of tongues swirling,

bit of PDA,

bold strangers turned lovers,

who makes it better?

inviting lovers,

a cappuccino moment!

Xmas List 10

2018-12-15T22:05:00.000+05:30

The time of the year when everyone is planning for expensive vacations, trying for cheap flights or hotel deals, expensive wine, splurge or, for that matter, shopping for gifts. How about going minimalistic and make a difference to yours or someone's else life? A few ideas this Xmas season.

1. Craft Santa Claus DIY Greeting cards that can be sold on social media, bookshops or supermarkets to earn a decent profit at an affordable price. You can also contribute one-tenth of the proceed to charity.

2. Go on a solo trip, breathe and take it easy being with yourself leaving all stress behind.

3. Fund the education of a child or Girl Child, contribute to a social cause empowering women or spend a day in a shelter with underprivileged children surprising them with homemade food, chocolates and sweets.

4. Treat yourself with Ayurvedic massage and go for a self-healing course.

5. Learn to play a new musical instrument, be it piano, guitar or sarong.

6. Binge watch movies or sitcoms for an entire day on Net Flix.

7. Treat yourself to the favorite iced cake or chocolate fudge you've been craving and resisting the temptation for months in the quest for diet control.

8. Hide gifts under the bed, pillows, kitchen and couch days before Xmas, forget about it and discover it on the day or invite children to pull the covers to pick a random one.

9. Go on a road trip, exploring the picturesque views and if you are with your partner, make out in the car. A merry affair to remember.

10. Gatecrash a party, yeah right! Be bold and be a risk taker.