My God Was Right There…

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Lights
People
Ecstasy
Wishing to roam around the world…
The chase always seemed alluring.

Committed to happenings,
I craved my days to melt down
as
Storms all over me write poetry when I fly
Life run at such pace, death shall be haunted to spy
Euphoria shriek out of my ashes when I die
For I may embrace the ground and unravel the sky

I never wished to settle
until my breath created the background music
And ear drums serve as the playground for heartbeats.

And she was the just the very opposite!

Complete in spirit in the same four walls
She never had such a desire.
Happiness flowered inside her and
She had this talent of survival.
I never understood how was she managed
to make a life between a society with
Blurred sentiments!
Twisted mentalities!
Poisoned tongues!

and when the same storm pierced the pages
I knew that one yellow leaf left long inside my book of life.

I knew the
Same beautiful soul,
Same door,
Same person.

I don’t know  how she always accepted me.
She could ask ” Why did I come back?”

But instead she said “It’s home where you turn at last”

And that very moment…

I knew my God was right there in front of my eyes 🙂

 

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The Mirror

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Lights are out
The diary is lost
But I pick up the canvas
And a few crumbled pages

I hear the pen yearning to write
I see the colors painting the white
I spread my arms,
Smell the rain
Pierce my bones!
Its craving to hold on
to the window pane

I look up to the sky
It drops me the words I desire.
And in this cold

it ignited the fire

Memories are ready
Nostalgia is chasing
Euphoria is rushing
Writer cuddles the metaphors
The painter blushes

And the shackled voice
Frees itself…

in the name of silence
in the sense of poetry
in the form of colors
I paint sensation,

The nail biting news

And all of our lives…
in red and blues
Couplets of promises
knocking my door 

demanding their dues.

All the clamour

Amidst the glamour
Shriek and shimmer
for you my enamour.

Obliterating the darkness 
rises a glimmer
Poetry and shades

Intertwined to make a MIRROR.

Every night
in the splendid moonlight
You read in that mirror
The Universe speaks
of those shades again,
It sings of you
counting the stars…
It listens to your feet
dancing magic in the rain!

The writer, The painter
Deep down you know him.
You open those yellow crumbled pages
You caress the shades
with tender touch…

But when will you understand…
The crumbled page speaks of you!
The shades are all the colors of you.

Do you ever recall us ?
Do you ever realize
All this time
in the mirror

It was You
It has always…
been you…

 

Make the odds go even…

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How odd is it inside me…
And for you its just words!

How odd is that!
Everyone can not feel the euphoria running in your veins
Everyone can not listen to the beats that freak you out …
or the lyrics that define your life

How odd is that!

Because you are forced to believe that you might…
Have this ‘Alexithymia’ sticking to your tongue!

But may be… just may be

We also don’t understand people to the extent of their feelings!
And there is nothing bad about that.

Because we can only know the things
But understand only when it occurs to our life…

So…
let some mysteries and magics linger only in between you and your life

Understand this musing,
And you can always make the odds go even…
Have a good life! 🙂

The levels of life…

I see two ways, people live a life.

1. Being contended.

Just keep your happiness, sorrows and other feelings under your pillow! just keep them to yourself…sounds boring?

Well, there are people who live this same way, but they enjoy it! (And you don’t have to choose a life people advise you, or want you to live… its your life! If you say yes to others, make sure you don’t say no to yourself!) 

These people are too quite! you know…kind of ‘Black holes’. They might carry a universe within… and believe me, you will never know anything! Sometimes, their character is a mystery, something to be discovered…

They would stay balanced whole the time. They will control their tears in the ‘ grey times ‘  and in the good times of life, you will find that their celebration lies in being calm…

They try to stay away from the people who openly share there privacy too. In simple words I say ‘Extroverts’
But this is also a truth that sometimes, criticizing the lifestyle of extroverts, keep on turning their simplicity into narrow mindedness, this is the slipshod side of this character.

But again, the best side of this living state is that when they are given a close look or observed to depth, some of them are ‘ Silent genius!’ They will stagger your senses, when they will present their colours.

On the other side,

I am talking about
2. ‘Extreme people’.

They would love extremely, hate extremely, you will find their tears making water bodies! and in good times, they would laugh and spend like they are the richest person alive! Their nerves are stuffed with ‘ euphoria ‘.
They live on the theory that they have got one life to do everything. 
Each day they live, they think of it as last! 


I divide this state of living to three classes.

Class 1 – ‘Low level of extremists’

They would stir their nervousness to excitement.
Their little level of fun and madness would allure you.
The times you will feel terrible about a condition, they will enjoy it!
These are great at managing life conditions.

Class 2 – ‘Balanced level of extremists’

They are just more of low level of extremists. They are always found wishing for some more and nothing but some more!
They will amaze you with the way they handle the opportunities you keep in front of them. I mean, if they will even propose you, They will show like they fell from a roof, and when you would reach to see down…you will find them floating in air! asking you to be their life! They are the ones who i think, make best with introverts. They will open them, if given a chance.

Class 3 – ‘Extreme level of extremists’

This is the black side of extreme. I mean okay, you want to live but you don’t have to be a ‘Psycho’. This is the class of psychos. These are the people who often are found in rape cases and crimes etc. But I think –

If the sides can hear their caliber,
Both can produce ultrasounds!

I am a contended person who sometimes love to touch the line of infinity in the life of limits… 🙂

Basically, I am – Contended + Balanced extremist + Some unique that lies just in being me

So, what lifestyle do you have?

I would love to know and understand.

Give words to it…

Thank you… 🙂