Quintessence

Treacherous beauty. Drenched as cutie.. As like a lotus engulfed in honey,, ameliorating the sweetness ,, in that lonely night,, She- the only enchanting sight, lavishingly bright,, yea, i'm right,, the sweetest soul, &most adonis's goal... This mysterious mania could steal splendid hearts in this earth,, if there's no blissful dearth . . Unless beauty herself imbibes d truth inchoates the voyage- Fleeing via tunnel called,, flaunted fans... With her so called laissez -faire attitude... With her twigy eyes expressin the gratitude.. Givin us all the delight... In this lonely night,, the lustrous night..

After a long time ,I Was preparing for CAT exam, Sitting cross-legged in a bed where the rest of my family members were deeply sleeping with the eyes squinting reflecting their dreamy state. The Usual Cotton bed-spread appeared more cluttered or rather scrambled as I had to kick them off whenever I Fight with some intricate question.. Despite,that Lonely state of mine, With the song , " Mr.Lonely " dumping my ears                                          & depicting my state I was looking all around to find a living creature to shatter my loneliness off , but in vain.                      Can't Believe that I can pursue a long ramble with the lizard partially sticking to the deadly wall....Nor the ants, embodying Unity !!!Yet, I was Chasing around to find ONE...There was a text peeping in my mobile from a friend at half...

It was a fuzzy morning that flashed some sparks in the class of "YELLOWS" .... *Snaps taken at every Corner,, *Electronic Equipments that are Often Hidden and  Masqueraded ...Are the so called  reminiscences... The lustrous  rings and well furnished bracelets shining like moon, made them UNIQUE amidst a million others.. The hair -Fussed ever ,,,but tied today are worth Re-telling......... & So the souls that stood agape at the stupendous appearance of those chicks,,, Assualting the Warnings and belittling the cautions , ..they sauntered at the sunny corridors of sara,,Like a lionness  in herds, smiling and grinning at the adonis there. While Some pedagogues gazed and some seemed happy ,,this SineCure CS Stood High like a flag tied high.... Came there the head ,scolding the rest for their Accoutre.. like a  Street dog wetting the flag stand...irrespective of which we amble and ramble... dawdle and doodle...........   "Damn it " , Said one soul...   ...

FEAR fears more than PHANTOM does. . .

Misconception is the major mistake majority makes:)

The Bliss of Solitude & The Ache of silence cannot be TOGETHER!!

"   Novel...........Nostalgic................Not Plagiarized........." wat about luck in life is there a time ?? wat about those good times we had once. . . wat about the child hood dreams why do we stick on to dont's thou there are 1000s of do's why do we stop and blink wen we face the Ctrl+ I ? Or what we plan for why do we sit to dream but fail to run to chase tht dream how we got this path whre are our souls?? Wher is our identity?? are they all lost and buried in earth? so wher do we stand now? has evrything gone? Is anything left . . . wat about lost loves??? -that pains more than lost lives is there a remedy?? or atleast a solution. . . Why do we wanna rewind some parts of life thou they pain more and make us agape. . . where are the those red roses that blossomed lik our bliss once?? Do Thorns exist in life? Have they all obliterated those red roses...// when wil these end. . . are they sysiphean?? or. . . . Are these ...

The rivers that rambled as my Soul Sauntered... the Bees that sang the dusty sand.. wavering their hands..... the sub-urban clan.. the built temples half and with the ever grazing calf.. the greeny grasses the stammering bullock carts The cul de sac that reconciled back to me The Fresh mountains -the repository of those on onomatopoeic sounds The eagles in rounds The freezy breeze in the chill mileu and the big big rocks children climb,,, The uncleaned cob webs & the Gummy Cobs Binding one another.. like the virtual love that ties r hearts . . . The early sun that.... burns & Turns RED Waking red Cocks and barking street dogs... those brittle ,fragile buildings Are not things one can easily See in Cities Encompassing Traffic,Strikes,Accidents Burgers,Pizzas,&Stuffs. . . Village -the best place to Rejoice Rollick & Relish :-) :-) Save their beauty & Reach the Ecstasy !!

..I had been to many places, in my country. Diverse beauties of Nature had cherished me in their ways But the CALMEST AND the SAFEST place I've ever seen-is . . . . . . . . A Mother's womb:-):-) Love you dear mother! Happy mother's day:).,

Have you ever played cricket with droplets of unpredictable torrential rain, falling straight at your eye balls? And that too with Juveniles of age 6,8,11,14.... With Your pet dog as the Only Audience? One must Experience a Sort of Fun like that!! A heavy wind, blowing the other side,Pushing all your forelocks aside.  A Girl won't have any idea of what to hold firmly..... *Her hair? or Forelock? or Accoutre flying high? Or  the most vital thing of all- "Cricket Bat"?? While, the droplets of rain still falling and embracing  her skinny jeans. One has to feel the passion of Nature that moment..

Loneliness is not sitting alone in dark, when everyone else is enjoying out :-) :-).  It is. . . .     when you can't conglomerate your heart         with the rest of the world. . . .  :-|