Deeper than ‘Deep Down’



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‘I’ here is not ‘I’ like it actually means. It’s more of every kind of ‘I’, if you know what I mean. A very abstract metaphor. It could be a person, bird, bag, rain etc. Anything. Just anything. I am not talking of anything here that is way direct and easily understandable. I prefer to say that it is generalization of several contexts.

I see things that actually I don’t intend to. So does the words. I am not aware of the context so I decide not to come up with any conclusions. I am still happy. Because hey, there are always reasons to celebrate. You restore that in me.

I sleep at times with leaking thoughts (okay, I am full). I need arms that wrap me around to comfort. Those arms that would mean more than anything else in the world and beyond every material comforts. A hug that would be as soothing as a heart connecting lyrics. But it’s imaginary because currently you are beyond physical reach. You are not very far. But far enough from the expectations.

I have desires. They are not infinite or beyond. They are small and reachable. Yet they seem to move far. I want to blame you. I almost want to. I don’t know what stops me. I stop. I know it’s not evil to have small desires.

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Sometimes I take bath singing fun songs. That I do because at times bath goes too much of sob and cry. The running tap water saves me from a bunch of things.  Bath is also sometimes a quick negligible routine. You don’t have any role here. I still bring you up and complain/compliment.

I have worries and I have been workaholic. I feel work eats up my worry. It does not happen so. Rather it makes work tedious and worry-some.  I think of you and pretend to assure myself everything is alright.

There is this crowd and the crowd is so complex that it has no representation. But that crowd does not make any sense to me. There is this one tiny thing in that complex and that is all matters. For no reason, in that tiny thing, you are there.

No one heard me cry. No one would understand what I am going through. And it is very basic that no one needs to understand that. It’s not necessary. It’s integral part of me and I decide the flow. I put pretty faces and pace and what not. I tell you everything is beautiful. You smile and say things are beautiful because of you. I don’t want to but I accept. As a matter of fact, I don’t have any argument or proof to come to any conclusion. I decide to agree on certain things with no basis.

I want to be in a zone where there is loud music, woofer and beats that mask every pain. Then I want to forget everything and sing my own song, my own lyrics. I don’t know what role you have there. Just be there.

I don’t know what it takes,
I don’t know how,
I don’t know where it leads,
I don’t know when,
I don’t know what I don’t know,
But I know you and,
You are there.

I very much know that, that ‘You’ is part in me. A part from me. A better version of me that keeps me going ahead. Thank ‘you’. You are doing an incredible job out there.

Hello Vantablack!



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We fall in love everyday.

With a thought, with a lyric,
With an attraction, with a face,
With a person, personality,
With a mood, moment,
With a hate, quality,
With a shit, with a crap.

Deep down,
Hello – Vantablack!


Note:
Vantablack is one of the darkest artificial substances known, absorbing up to 99.965% of radiation in the visible spectrum.

Why Write?


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Pleasure of the heart or pain in the ass, the harsh reality or a dreamful fiction, magic or logic, love or hate, however and whatever way the list grows, they are one hell of a solicitous thoughts. If there is anything that can amplify the beauty of these thoughts is by, yes, you guessed it right – Writing. Writing is the flow of cognisant thoughts into the paper basket. It’s a cascaded random channel that is rebellious to form a structure.

 

It’s me (The real me).
When I write, I am being that me,
which I actually wanted to, but could not be
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Writing – A Maze.
You could love it because it’s relate-able and beautiful, likewise you could hate it because it’s relate-able and painful. It could be the happiness that just slipped away or sadness that needs to walk away. Mind is a maze or to be more precise a maze with a hurricane. Mind is a scattered stupidity. It’s mean. It’s real.  It’s supportive at times and null at other, all because of a bank of unsaid words. It’s this maze that is struggling to turn into stream of words.

Writing – The Things.
It can be that which made you realize that ‘today is beautiful’. It can be that which made you stare at a thing while you were completely submerged into some other thing. It could be that one momentous mail that you drafted or received. It could be that quick nap you took at work. Or it could not be any of that. It could be the Utopian world that you have always imagined and wanted your people and culture to be.  All those things under the name of happened and did not happen. All of that things, you can write.

Writing – The Emotions.
Writing is healing at times and ruining at other. They can be all and still say nothing. They could be nothing and still be it all. They carry that undivided feeling of foolishness that a man can have. They might not put one through and stay un-supportive. They might not be the wishful things. What are they? – the every swing of unexpressed emotions. They might make one live in a fairy land. They might give the feeling of happiness or take the sadness away. Wait, are they not same? No. they aren’t. That is the beauty of writing.

Writing – A Support.
Writing is a soul with a body, mind, heart and more unknown parts. Sometimes they take wings and fly. They take fins and swim. They also just use legs and walk. Writing can pick the one of hundred things that happened on a day to give it the necessary attention. Writing is a shoulder that one can cry upon. When everything else fails, writing can do the required supernatural. When the moments are in pain, when the heart desires a friend, when mind needs a solace, writing can stand as a strong support system.

When you don’t know what exactly you are thinking,
if you want to be read what exactly you want to say,
you don’t talk!
You write!

Writing – While and Moment.
Some stand long, some make a quick exit. Some create a space and some leave a void. Everything comes with a lesson. Those hidden layers of deep feelings can be uncovered through writing.

Writing – The Chaos.
You write because it is a way to manage the chaos. You write because you can shape your challenges and make it an art. You write because, it makes you write. Question yourself, “what makes you write?” It’s that ‘it’, which you challenge yourself and try to seek. You might end up with some disguised you which cannot be uncovered. It’s a form of inspiration that carries from writers thoughts to readers mind opening up an umbrella of thoughts.

Writing – Is Just Not Words.
They say writing can be magic. Trust me, they are lying. Writing is divine. It is the beauty that one wishes to see, feel and experience.

A word of caution though, “Don’t write!” It might spoil you. It might make you feel and appreciate the love and surrounding of you. It might make you feel the heaven on earth, masking the cruel reality. It might give the best of all and worst of none. Or might give you the best of worst and make you ignore the rest of the best. It is not a nature’s creation. It’s not artificial. It’s not natural. It’s you-made.

After all,
you know the answer for the question, “are they just words?

 

 

Beyond Dreams


Dreams are the most quite things. You don’t talk or think about it a day, they silently disappear. They don’t feel bad even if you don’t touch them on for years. They are the most humble and modest creatures created ever. They prefer low talks. They prefer to stay behind the curtains for a long time. They prefer to show up only when they find meaning.

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When we embrace them, they are the most joyful things. They bring the world together. They make one see the most meaningful things of life. Something unexplained, something larger than life.

Dreams are as well dramatic. If we are not talking about them on daily basis, then no else is. They die soon. When they die, the best part is ‘nothing happens’. Nothing changes. No one mourns. Thousands and more die every day. The one thing which everyone is most successful at is killing dreams.

How many have you killed so far? How many can find a life again? If you are not talking about it then no one else is.

Stamp – Spit? or Lick?


On a random day, I met a fool,
I stand there, see random rules.
Then I say,
That’s not, what was said,
That’s not, what was done,
That’s not, how it looks!
That’s not, how it happened.

I hear pointless laughs and mocks,
I feel like my own dirty socks,
Then I think,
And certainly understood,
For I opened my mouth,
I was the fool, on a random day!

Poem Shop



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Poems have the ability to speak the thoughts in more than one said way, touching various levels of depth. While the poet pens down with individual perspective, the reader has a freedom to give the concluding thoughts.

For me, poems are happiness. Collecting them together in the form of a book is happiness. This book, Poem Shop is the fourth one in series of the poems I have pen down. The first one was ‘P for Poetry’ which gave me the ‘go good’ feeling. Second one ‘Poetic Desk’ gave me the ability to see and pen down poems with depth. Then came ‘100 Haiku’ where I enjoyed writing haiku and the stories they tell in three lines.

I put together my next 25 collection here as Poem Shop. Like others, its a FREE download!

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Can be downloaded here: POEM SHOP

Happily Ever After – Ehh?



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After growing up listening to pixie tales and movies which put in the picture of ‘happily ever after’, the query is that, are we still kid enough to be told that ‘if it’s not happy, it’s still not the end’?

May be its different than what we think. When I sit with a novel and read some heart soothing pieces, I do sense the happily ever after moment. I do feel the same, while for the happy personal and professional moments. But I very well also know that they are momentary. Perfectly assured is that body and soul reaches the happily ever after when we stop living and while others mourn, we rejoice for leaving this sullied world behind.

My intentions are not to pull the same old thread of discussion that it is a myth and we need to learn to live by the moment blah blah stuff. Our ancestors have built an institution of ‘Happily Ever After’ and there must be some real take home to it. May be it’s a phase wise phenomenon that can never be understood. May be it’s a series of stitched stories which all have a happy ending, giving happiness one step at a time, one after the other.

I think it’s possibly this and many more:

  • One has to understand that pain is inevitable and suffering is like really and really optional
  • One needs to learn to use the energy through a positive channel
  • It is completely senseless to brag and cry over a problem for days and weeks
  • When conscience and actions are in the play ground, actions should passionately join the pace
  • Life has no meaning without ‘mad deep passionate never ending love’ towards something at every and any given point of time
  • Slow moving lives who take years to decide minimal something, might end up with nothing
  • Something is really not right if we have time and don’t know how to use it

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Unwanted Gathering


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In a meeting uncalled,
There were members uninvited,
Swirling up things,
Making up twigs,
And tangled twists.

Unwanted members,
Unwanted discussions,
Washes the brain,
Drains the vein,
Leaving messed up lane.

Like my head sticks a ‘wanted’ poster,
And a satisfying reward,
They rush in with speed,
Position some seed,
Which is only a weed.

You came in uninvited,
You will go away the same,
Get away from me,
I will set you all free,
Go; hunt a new home!