Come again

Behold the clear sky

Bathed in the morning sun.

Crispy rays behind the cloud

And the dazzled light to stun.

Where does the night of dreams go off?

And the yellow moon too hides in?

Just when the dawn breaks and flaunts

And sunlight creeps under my skin.

I dreamt of him last night again

and that is when I fully agree

to frame my own little tales

With whom I always wanted to be.

A wee bit more I wished to sleep

to be with ones I often miss.

But the peeking sun outside my window

Is eager to listen them all with a kiss.

The picture faints ,a smile follows

And the whinning too starts to wane.

I kiss the day in turn with a blush

For I would see him for real again.

my dream

Some more new thoughts would be shared here,memories will be replenished and stories would be heard again and more.I had always wanted a personal coerner like this with cabinets holding my hobbies like a temptation on the edge.My complaint from my self about dedicating least time with what I call my foil and variant fragments may fade away with my sharing and accompanying to these friends who always have forgiven all my abnegation and dilatory deeds.i hope I would start reading more,writing even more,sketching regularly and painting frequently on my study table that remarks a new journey.

Feminine face

Emotional flux holds mysteries in its womb and has gnarled enumerous relations to make histories and stories. We meet different people in our lives with different attitude and paint. But there is one creed that has all possible and prodigious varieties of portrayal: Creed of woman. Often termed as mistress of mystery and face of fiction by the people who have read and looked into them. And the shades of feminism strike different colors in the lives of people.

Bewitched by the feign of shy,

A lady dainty with sky blue eyes.

Looking from behind her veil

That made her a moon of dark night.

Raunchy, painted and enticing face.

A lady undaunted with a hidden grace.

Chasing the shadows of impostors

That made her an end to every maze.

A fleer and a wink with a half curve smile.

The wisps of her hair making her fragile.

Had I missed her lips in touch

While the angel walked down the aisle.

Caress of her company I gain

To breathe my dreams and drink my pain,

A non-chalant stands up for me

Like an elixir to  my every bane.

A fiction hangs on her delicacy,

To see unseen like a prophecy.

A philosopher in the form of a human

Is ready to carry on life-time legacy.

A gamut of shades ushers in

The mind that has seen women umpteen.

Everyone with a different node

But the same feint of being feminine.

..............................................                   Word of advice for all the researchers:Do not research,just accept and keep.

Love sin

 I was lifted by your love, up in the air

              To notice my smile is that all you care.

                           Bring your lips to my lips that try to say,

                                                            Purge my heart with your naughty stay, away.

nestlings

okayyyy The lesson starts whenever you are ready!!!1

and here is your prize!!!!1

Birdling diaries......starting from the left we have Chezy,Giga,Monssie,Doffu,Sokiee and finally Mr. Goozzle

LOL at 'LOL'

Taking reference from Mcmillan dictionary feed,I really LOL after reading the seriousness of the post titled'LOL'.

Actually in the lexical tour,one finds two abbreviations of LOL viz. 'Laugh out loud' and 'Lots of love' and no need to say how devastating reactions we may invite if we or the receiver are ignorant of any one of the meanings. Take few examples,

"I got to know about your son,I am sorry for your loss.Nobody could think the fate will play with an innocent kid at such an early age."LOL.....misunderstood as Laugh out loud

(an innured/dogmatic teacher)I knew you were never capable of scoring high marks.LOL,,,,,,misunderstood as Lots of love

And the relations of the involved changed forever thereon..

So be facile and prolix when it comes at words......

She

Earth laughs in flowers,

Cries in rain,

Stares from sky.

 

Earth dances in soil,

Walks in trees,

Sleeps in mountains high.

Earth shouts in ocean,

Exults in rainbow,

Flaunts in moon.

Earth winks in stars,

Hides in night,

Sweats in noon of june.

Earth screams in winds,

Whispers in air,

Talks in fog.

Earth whines in storms,

Inures in rocks,

Stands in earth agog.


Earth dies in falling leaf,

lives in blooming bud,

plays in grains of sand.


Earth sings in woods,

groans in clouds,

Angers in effete land.

schmaltz....

The blue balls have the water of wait beseeching to give them a chance to seize the image of her beloved one last time before they lose the temptation for any other sight.

A look that speaks her naughtiness..

my childhood fantasy to live with a bird in her bird house that looks like a castle on the tree

An attitude carried with passion for ballet holds a dignity in her persona.

The face , here, mightbe somewhere..

Where are we?

Where are we really heading to in terms of values and realism. Everyone is free enough to gather the scattered potentials of a human body in form of peace,prosperity,wholeness,sanctity and discipline.There are various means too viz reading,meditating,spiritualising our routine jobs in apractical world,thinking and realising.We sure do and follow many of these but the downwind results at the time of incorporating remains stimulated by the same trail scathed mankind has left behind.It is not too hard to lead a life without any burden unless something is realised that it is wrong.I may refer to some parlous systems extant in Indian society making it despicable despite of having some of the strongest and powerful rituals in their pristine form.

Marraiage in our culture is more than a union of two persons.It is a sacred and holy event graced by the blessings and good luck of elders and ancestors.When a marraiage starts taking a shape of a social contract in lieu of association it nomore carries the same meaning and essence.A demanded gift is given as a contrived present where both the giver and the taker are equally culpable for stealing the values of our culture as a human being.When a girl adds a new family she might be in need of financial and emotional support that can be offered from either of her families so that she could treat both of the families equally.But the changing scenario and forms of relationships are unable to abridge the gaps between.Fighting for the women empowerment and respect for womanhood is going on since after the vedic times when woman was a symbol of fairness,humanity and tolerance.The increasing rate of disrespect towards women at domestic,social and civil levels reveal that still a  lot has to be done to make everyone realise that gender disparage has no meaning when the fact floats that men and women are equal.

I feel bad because I am born in a generation which too is unawakened and needs much more realisation to be evenhanded in life free from all kinds of prejudices and think like an original human.Try to collect the missing pieces to complete the puzzle of life so that when we say good bye our image would be a clear picture to pass on the message to our offsprings for continuing a healthy and bright life on earth.

Trust the future

I fear, I gear, I walk, I halt.

To bring my things way in line.

Today's beliefs become morrow realities,

Trust the future, it will be fine.

I love, I cry, I dare, I care.

To let them know they make me shine.

This dark night too will follow the dawn,

Trust the future, it will be fine.

I play, I dance, I laugh, I weep.

To ensue the recesses of my youth pristine.

Every fun keeps a treasure of schmaltz,

Trust the future,it will be fine.

I write, I erase, I think, I smile.

To garner my life and thoughts to underline.

History repeats to frame the present,

Trust the future,it will be fine.

I pray, I long, I hope, I dream

To live one day without any whine.

In the hands of a man,rests divinity,

Trust the future, it will be fine.

........

I am more scared,more afraid of the day I would crash and shatter down without people who justify my existence.-Jan'03'2012.

My Fear

My fear of getting all alone hoovered by an unknown vacuum at one point of time intimidates me making me more worried cause it is a nightmare to see me without any thought in mind.All I can imagine my state of flux at such a time has been described here but I know if it would be,it would be much more gall than this............

Insinuated by the heart and rebuked by the soul,

I stood like no one when I deceived.

The day of my denial to what they spoke

Was the day I killed my dream.

The pieces of past like broken mirrors

Showed my face like a traitor

And turned me cold like a body of dead

Without any hope, without a narrator.

 

The one fine string that connects with sanctity

Is spun by the fiber of dreams.

Which gets stronger with our efforts,

Makes us rich everyday it seems.

I enjoyed, I gained while living with it

Since over the years it irked me.

Never was I at rest and peace,

Which looked like days of ecstasy.

I am a killer and a stealer,

Who defied my real being.

I am living like an impostor with a purloined soul

Whose dreams and desires can never be seen.

I wish I could drive back in the time

And fill in the vacuum I hired.

And create new dreams to see and cherish

For they are the ones to inspire.