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A tiny Chai Anecdote

It is a chilly Friday evening and he just returned home from work.
It calls for a steaming hot chai, to clear out the day’s stress, to celebrate the surpassing of city traffic and to sit by the window sill with the day’s newspaper, relishing the chai. His wife aces the Darjeeling tea recipe, he believes. A hint of elaichi and ginger in right proportion has sorted out the tea recipe on most days. He is like us, waiting for the evening tea to relax his senses. The fresh Darjeeling tea is being drained and the bliss slides in slowly.
It is all in the little things, you see.

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if i’m let

over the crumbled glass
veiled on the sidewalk
striding
my constrained steps i count within
narrow time frame
under cotton-like
golden threaded shreds
wanting to be concealed amidst fragile beauty
untouched
to find the self elsewhere
blooming, cringing
clasped above mediocre
if i’m let-
to be lost, misled
to step on the glass
and lose a drop of blood

 

Featured Image Location: Bombay (now known as Mumbai)
 Photographed by my friend.

 

 

if he could

spreading venomous fluid through my already frail
aged veins
brutal secret demons in me
scream
stunned I stood
savage inside mine
blackened skull
cut through his guts
to break scanty
expressions
cold blood flows down the blood-red roses
admiring the lethal
i still stand
unanswered will it be
his door half doomed
evil in me should slow down
but
half-open door should never shut for i can’t breathe his alluring venom
anymore
i need to survive composedly
in chaos that
i designed
he will appear if
he could

Collection of poems- Of Love

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley 

Love is like a potion, known to mend broken, fragile hearts. Only with a contented heart and a calm mind you can work well. For that mental peace, you need to realize the magic of love- give love and be loved.

These are few of the lines, too close to my heart, by great poets, on Love.
The warmth that you get while reading these lines remain unexplainable!

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic’s ear
the secret is no secret at all.
Rumi

If I should think of love
I’d think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I’d think of you.
William Shakespeare

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Have a nice day!

 

Beyond The Bounds, I’m

Fire cannot see the ashes it creates, I scrutinized, lying in one corner of the dark room, possibly the darkest.I prefer.

Barring the randomly rumbling thoughts in my mind, I tried to peruse the situation.
I don’t belong to this place. I belong to the distant cedars. Under those evergreen woods, etched is my name.  That is the place where the dead meets evil, blood meets peace and fire meets ashes.
I want to lie there, blamed by none, feeling my numbness rise— touching its peak. Amid the sap green smoke, it is beautiful, to see me there like a creeper— twining the stupefied me, relishing my soul. I finally produced what it wants, it deserves. I can’t take you there, for you don’t know how to hum with me, you rattle. And that does no good to the cedars. It’s darker than a blind man’s world. You will extol the beauty, never. I breathe to drag in the grand fragrance, I apologize. As you fail to feel this intense fancy.

A hundred souls with me there, selfless, lie. Every nerve brims with bliss. The deceptive never survived the chill— iceberg cuts through your gut, distorting your spine. Surrendering is the only choice, I did. The loyal ones do.
It’s for the toughest.
Go away.
Beyond the bounds, I’m.