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. . . .  :-|

Next to sclera, choroid, retina.... Doctor suggested me, Fourth layer ... for a better vision:-) :-) :-) -GLASSES ! ! 8-)

The 28 pearls that forms a Smile Her little crispy hair that is So Fragile The way you look at sky That Makes every Indian Fly &Sight you on sly. . . The day when you were actually born  is the day  that's far gone !! It was that tiny crescent  when Almighty gave me a precious 'present'  And  that is........... HAVING YOU AT PRESENT !!   

'Innovation' is Nothing but, adding *spices, *cherry, *decoratives & *masala  to 'Plagiarism' !

Well, It feels like we have just entered this place for  Under Graduation... But it's almost ... No!!Not almost... It's the actual, formal End...that comes Uncalled!! For we- The Final years  Gonna cut cakes,  Make a few lasting smiles,   take  some more snaps together... A Pessimistic hope that we not gonna see anymore in future or have casual talks as we did this much day... Nor we gonna snatch our peer's lunch boxes...at the hot 1 pm... Not gonna be sent out of classes hereafter,,  No 11th hour Group studies for those Petty Cycle tests -Under which we did all mischievous things like,   *writing poems in answer sheets..   *shading all O's ( seems lil childish)    * writing our names a million times in the question paper    *seeing the peer writing at rear, with no envious motive., but a caustic look, to embrass them, ..   Making their inks stop for a while !!!  Wonder if thos...

I Never Found You Away Until I Stood Awake ! ! !

Weren't there mornings where        blogging was my soul's sole passion?? Weren't there solitude filled moments        where i swirled my mind        Quelled a lot        Unleashing a few poems and quotes?? Weren't there monotonous and dreary classes        where I Closed my Squinting eyes        to think and rethink...so as to Ameliorate my       Writing skill ?? They were. . . . There were. . . . Yea... This is Not Fair!!! Although there were a million kiths and clans dumping their heads onto technical books. . . This Impassioned soul of mine Sauntered in the dusty corridors of Sara (My College).... With hands filled with Cue Cards And Bags filled with Dictionaries & Idiom books. .. Didn't I Love them all Once? ? Ain't I Obsessed with them?? What brought a frustration in me now? Or how Proclivity or Predilection is mutate...

The clock ticked 7 times,the lazy ear could hear only the 7th Tick.Mom was calling,"Nivi...Get Up! It's already late.." Stretching my eyelids and bumping my sandal puffy pillow,I took myself off the bed.Slanting in some 105 degree, I quirked and gazed at, that mist filled morning. Someone was howling right in my ears..Awww..thats the Sad Alarm that often gets heavy knocks right at its head.With more of rage , I Kicked off the bed Cover , million of mosquitoes were flying in air happily yet hurriedly.I Stood Straight to Unlock the tightly locked windows ,& dashed it-the other side. The rays of Sun entered my Skin, Flushing out the frustration in me. With a wide grin, I Jumped out of my bed, hitting my fingers at some wooden edges.Though I felt little delirious, the florid thoughts vacillating deep inside my heart urged me to wake that auspicious day with a smile..The coffee on the table was already cold.Now the voice from the other side was even intense..."N...

That Was a Lonely Night,Chill Breeze Encircling My Shoulders. Headset Dumping Romantic Song Onto my Ears. Tuft Of Forelocks Waving the Other Side. Yet this Sappy Soul Of Mine Neither Ecstastic Nor Pensive Walked Lost in my Own Thoughts....

In our life We re all, WELL KNOWN to the WELL KNOWN.....UNKNOWN to the UNKNOWN.. But some situations and conflicts will arise..wer WELL KNOWN will treat us as UNKNOWN & UNKNOWN will come as WELL KNOWN......... Life the First potpourri One can ever see....