but the Bean could never split

Robustly rattling the shell,
i was gravely biding
for the groaning cracks
to surface the crust
but the Bean could never split.

A layer of tar
despised the Bean
swelling the germ
and softening the shell
with the molten fury
but the Bean could never split.

Thriving for germination,
my echo strikingly reverberated
within the caliginous tunnel,
screeching for the shell to break
but the Bean could never split.

Congested damp clogged the pores,
barring the seed from rooting
in the milieu of growth,
while i redundantly reiterated
to clear the illusion
but the Bean could never split.

The baggage of throes
coated the fettered seed
with aches forcing it to wobble,
when i finally hammered out the shell
and there lay the seed deceased,
thus how could the Bean split?

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Raid of the Stagnating Beast

Depression has become a clichéd illness affecting many beings in today’s fast paced world but we ought not take it lightly assuming it to be a very natural phenomenon. I call depression a ‘disease’ for it actually feels devastating going through this phase. Mental energy gets depleted to an extent that performing even basic chores lead to an extreme physical exhaustion. It is said that reaching out to others help but most of the time it is the perception of not being understood that hinders one from talking about it. Moreover especially when one is clueless about it and has drawn a restricting boundary around, it becomes all the more difficult to even express the symptoms. It can be either dissatisfaction with the way life has proceeded or the way life is passing and maybe even future concerns that can land one in depression. Though life seems to hold no meaning and the daily chaos becomes difficult to handle with time, hope needs to be alive for cure and treatment to work. Depression does heal but it takes time and a lot of efforts.
There is also a dearth of good listeners for many are ready to hear but few accept and the most of the symptoms expressed by the sufferers are taken for granted as excuses. Mere advice to enhance focus and the motivational stuff doesn’t work. Depression actually requires contemplative treatment under the supervision of a loved one, counselor or psychiatrist as per the conditions.
Life actually goes through a turbulence when attacked by this stagnating beast and if we want it not to reside within us for days, months and years; we need to share our feelings. And it is absolutely not selfish when you seek love without attachments and it is also okay at times if you ask help even if you cannot reciprocate! So desist not from talking about it….

In the given stanzas, I have tried describing how it feels passing through this dark phase.

When the emotions take rest
And sentiments overflow indifferently,
When mental weariness
Accompany as a best friend;
It is certainly an aimless walk
Along the pathless track.

When brain gets infested by worms
And rust occupies the grey matter,
When fatigue plagues the body
And limbs get paralyzed;
It is not just a malaise
But a vile raid by an invisible foreigner!

When life turns into an illusion
And Mr. Hope seems a counterfeit,
When the hollowness slowly creeps
And continues digging a dark abysmal;
It is not just mere emptiness
But an anonymous fear that haunts!

When there are times that cannot be changed
And some lost battles to be wept over,
When expectations go unfulfilled
And relations get broken,
However unlike always
There need not be a rationale,
For this uninvited guest.

When the talking mind comes to a halt
And heart sinks in a trauma,
When the fog blurs vision
And inner voice becomes inaudible,
It is not just the dampening of inner quest,
But a gradual loss of consciousness and identity.

When sleepless nights and wet pillows
Become a daily ritual,
When the dreadful nights seem better
Than the bright mornings
And sunshine hurts!
It is not just another gloomy day,
But a daily struggle for survival.

When one is bound to move in veil
And put up the pretense of normality,
When ambiguity is all that remains
And clouds that question worthiness
Continue to hover around head;
It is not just a wish to quit deception
But a desire for escape that grows!

When one looks in the mirror
And sees eyes bleeding,
When self-talk doesn’t help
And giving up seems best,
It is not that there aren’t listeners
But only if someone can empathize!

When pain aggravates
And Ascends like a climber
When trap becomes inescapable
And wings become ineffective
It is not that there is no cure
But only if hope persists!

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The futile discovery

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The threads untwined their knots 
The cage loosened its bars 
The wings unfurled for a flight 
But what if I chose the submarine?

The clouds resorted to their station 
The sky signalled my movement 
The path cleared its hurdles 
But what if I chose the submarine?

Missing the flight,
I chose to dive ; 
To discover the pearls 
Under the Mollusk’s shell!

Before I could strive hard, 
The gems found me 
Bedazzling my energies, 
In the vortex of abysmal!

Oh! There I sank underwater 
Once Again! 
Amid the confinements, 
Yearning for freedom 
Waiting for the signal 
Up above in the sky 
To get ready for the flight!

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NO SHAM FOAM

NO SHAM FOAM

Far away in a foreign land
Amid settlements all so grand
With planning imaging perfection,
My eyes perceive only hard complexion!

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where peace resides
With no sham foam!
Those multiple narrow lanes
Where streams flow during the rains
Converge into the byway
Where commuters move in an array.

Conquering miles and distances
Traveling on varied carriages,
I ramble across sceneries
With well-shaped greeneries
And domestication perfectly tamed;
I wonder why they are famed?

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where Nature resides
With no sham foam!
Those uncivilized parks
Where nature sparks,
Plantations finding their own way
Growing and blooming astray,
Producing flowers and fruits
Coloring the land in different suits!

Mountaineering the frozen heights
To experience the greatness delights,
I am attacked by aloofness
Stark coldness wrapped in bleak darkness,
The Uniqueness loses its joy
While the victories turn a decoy.

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where warmth resides
With no sham foam!
Welcoming sunrise and mesmerizing sunsets
With rays sieving through rosettes,
Greet the visitors with a vivacious expression
Igniting the course of amelioration!

Strange acquaintances
Diplomatic faces
Calls for benefit
Majorly counterfeit

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where culture resides
With no sham foam!
Guests are treated akin Gods,
With no visitor suffering any odds
Welcomed with an  open heart
Even etiquettes seem an art.

Professionalism on the cover
Tactfulness forms the inner,
Smiles reflecting fake demeanor
Wearing the attire of redeemer.

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where humanity resides
With no sham foam!
Words have meanings
People have feelings
Commitments mean the world
When vows go unfurled.

Furnished bungalows
Sophistication echoes,
Barricades separating rooms
Uprooting values evaporating in fumes.

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where humility resides
With no sham foam!
Unadorned establishments
With Love embellishments,
Meals on the same platter
Sentiments never scatter!

Indifferent masses moving in a tizzy,
Claiming to be very busy
Slip emotions with time
The Concern is core sublime!

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where hospitality resides
With no sham foam!
Mom fulfills all deficits
Dad fetches all favorites
Siblings wait at the door,
Happiness at my shore!

Roasted, baked and sauteed
Food cooked in hygiene masquerade,
Best of equipment and cook
Yet commotion in the brook!

Oh! I remember my land
My town and my home
Where purity resides
With no sham foam!
All dishes piously made
Holding tastes that maladies fade,
Everyone bids for benign gossips
With crispy fried turnips.

This is how my land has been
With blossoms freshly green
Where love still grows
And compassion still flows,
Where humans value each other
And empathize no less than a brother,
Where relationships are still cherished
And absence is still missed,
Where mother holds the position
Higher than any possession

Oh! Yes I remember my town
I belong to the land of principles,
Where integrity thrives in multiples
Where simplicity is observed
And honesty is practiced,
Where bonds are altruistically planted
And tied threads are never taken for granted!

COMMON ≠ NATURAL


It has been three long months at a B-School while I am still trying to adjust to its hectic ways and demands. Joining a curriculum straight after a weak graduation does not seem to be a wise move but I am glad like few others I have been able to make it and I am breathing fine. While I still panic at times to decipher the meanings of the occurrences around me, I make several observations, few of which need to be learned and many to be discarded as irrelevant happenings. Being one of the youngest people at my college, what I really feel blessed about is when many people confide in me. However some confessions really strike hard leaving me in wonder.
Are we supposed to be going by the worldly ways that are common and seemingly right or abide by our morals that rarely make our conscience speak urging us to take the path that might not be clichéd?
Anyway my purpose is not to question morals regarding what is right or wrong for I feel it is all a personal choice and a matter of the upbringing but yes I wish to assert that what is common is not what is natural!
Being a part of one of the coolest gang in my college, many a times I am offered drinks and cigarettes, however since I am adamant on not trying these, I am more and often forced to go for it in the lieu of missing out something really great and worth trying! What has been strange was when two of the members of the same group approached me personally, individually regarding the issues they had been facing in regard to the addictions. I was really shocked by the fact that those were the same people regretting who were forcing me the most in the group to drink and smoke. Well, I didn’t know how to react while they confessed their regret for they were elder to me. But it was really despicable to know that they were indulging in something that they actually didn’t enjoy. Of course I could easily sense from their conversations that it was a way out to escape from the daily tensions but cannot there be another way to evade the stress levels?
Well, I had no advice for them because I actually didn’t know what would work but all I could explain to them was relatively in terms of how they were getting trapped and succumbing themselves to the slavery of these addictions. Hearing their individual rants, one thing became very clear that all of it starts with peer pressure and the worst part is that despite knowing the harmful impacts, they are unable to quit it.
Another trait of human being that comes forward is that the one who is trapped in this vicious cycle of vices, feels pleasure and relief to have others on the same way as well. Making the incorrect correct has become very common nowadays and so it is really a tough call for people with a gullible mind to follow their intuition. Maybe that is the reason of our dying conscience as the world is so fond of making common vices seem like a natural process and ironically it happens to an extent that the line between the right and the wrong vanishes slowly.
‘Doing what one believes in’ is still not a banal quote to say for most of us still act out of pressure which can be family, peer and societal that succumbs our mind and weakens our heart. Undoubtedly it depletes our aura and breaks our determination for we end up committing regretting actions which we later try to justify by falsely convincing ourselves ‘ it is okay , it happens! ’
Before this article turns out to be a boring moral lesson , I got to write this simple reminder that let us not be a victim of the unconscious moves but rather be thoughtful of the consequences before we again end up doing just another common thing!

I am still far away…..

Rambling through the untraveled vastness
Sighing for the unique greatness,
I reach my destination
Fulfilling the manifestation
And Oh I realize!
I am still far away

Ambition that lead the sight
With enormous power in the flight,
I headed towards a goal
Until I stumbled upon a pothole
And Oh I realize!
I am still far away

Celebrating the victories
Ignoring the miseries,
I try finding grace
In the worldly menace
And Oh I realize!
I am still far away

Speculating upon my existence
Hiding weight with drapes of pretense,
I act in the most immaculate manner
Demanding work out of my caliber
And Oh I realize!
I am still far away

Breathing hard with people around

Crying incessantly when none surround,
Meditating for tranqillity
With mind pushing away stability
And Oh I realize!
I am still far away

Leaving my destination
That I carved through passion ,
I am gonna sail across the ocean;
Never to reach those edges,
That have mortal ends
But where peace resides,
With no veiled devil spouse
Where love is free,
With no attached strings
Where happiness resonates abundantly,
With no defined limitations
Where righteousness exists,
With no need for justice
Where fears have no say,
With no deficiencies to reveal
Where numbers exist for play,
With no values to assign
Where acceptance of verity is easy,
With no grief hovering
Where giving becomes unconditional,
With no ulterior motives
Where contentment lives,
With no body to own.

I know
And yes! I know
I am still far away 
To realize that all has been in me!
I am still far away
To dive into the sea of divinity
That perennially flows in my blood,
I am still far away
To extract the glowing pearls
That can prove my worth,
I am still far away
To be near to solitude
That can give me solace,
I am still far away
To perceive the colours
Between black and white,
I am still far away 
To know that stars are uncountable,
I am still far away
To know the purpose
That makes the earth attractive for my stay,
I am far far away
To know who I am!

The Still Moon

Conquered by the golden crepuscule
Where dissent was forbidden growth
Moon had no voice !

Fading sky lost it’s colors
To highlight the crescent
Yet the Sun pacified
Evanescing the Moon

Darkness yearned radiance
But oh! Poor Moon
Begged the Sun
For some illumination

Hovering Clouds demeaned the Moon
Shabbily capturing all it’s beauty
Yet the moon stayed all the same
Reflecting perennially the same stillness

Living with the dead fate
Every night it continues to smile
Emanating hope with nothing to own
Charming the mortals
Who still shoot for the Moon!

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I Still Dare to….

When Life is losing meaning
And ambiguity is surrounding,
Even though I hate my way
Which aimlessly has no say
I still dare to love myself!

When the people around me turn heartless
And part ways in abruptness,
Even though I want to howl in virulence
I still dare to learn acceptance!

When I know the world is going down with sin
And I am becoming deaf in this din,
Even though I want to run away
I still dare to face and firmly stay!

When love is no more than lust
And I know it is the flyaway unsettled dust,
Even though my hormones turn illicit
I still dare to draw my limit!

When the relations are a transaction
And all sharing comes with an equation,
Even though I want to pay back proportionally
I still dare to give unconditionally!

When the air around is perfunctory
And the current is the artificial accessory,
Even though I want to turn selfish
I still dare to be helpfully beamish!

When no differences prolong
Between the right and the wrong,
Even though I want to forget the right
I still dare to hold my values tight!

When my courage debilitate
And people curse my bad fate,
Even though I want to drown
I still dare to dream wearing the crown!

When my world is breaking down
And I see the plant uprooted from the seeds I had sown
Even though I don’t have the spirit to cope
I still dare to blindly hope!

When I see no guiding light
And I no longer will to fight,
Even though my faith depletes while I plod
I still dare to believe in God!

When all colours seem alike
And I blame my disillusioned psych,
Even though I see no beauty
I still dare to become nifty!

When the world is wearing drapes of pretence
And I can very easily sense,
Even though I want to uncover the masks boldly
I still dare to ignore silently!

Sometimes I really wonder
Why cannot I choose to sunder,
All that is deceptively vice
But then how will I grow wise?
Even if all goodness is a sham
I will still dare to be what I am!

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The Colourful Night

After a long time I could see the beauty around me that has probably always been there but I refused to notice and feel it. I realized why the Moon despite being spotted has been the subject of so many poems in english literature. Being the natural source of light at night, it is actually worth admiring! As there was a cool breeze blowing in my area last night, I saw the Trees dancing and the Flowers turning brighter while they bloomed with all their vigor. I am attaching a few pictures here that I clicked yesterday, standing by the gate of my house.

Also, I would request not to judge my photography skills for I am not really good at clicks and so suggestions are welcomed!😅

2018-06-01-14-11-41While the yellow moon played hide and seek with the trees, the flowers couldn’t help blooming and the night couldn’t get more scenic than this!

2018-06-01-14-17-34.jpg           There is no night for this dual colour bougainvillea as it sways timelessly!

2018-06-01-14-17-06This was the closest I could get to the moon!

2018-06-01-14-16-20             This is the little garden in my house where grass is still finding its way to grow.

*P.S :- The white light that is brightly visible in the photographs is the street light.

TEARING APART

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Blotching her with the ink of lust,
He abandoned her like a schmatte!
After quenching his thirst
And endlessly devouring on her
He chose to scrap her off
Pushing her into the stony pit!

The milieu of memories,
That gravely rusted her brain
Served as a curse 
Aggravating her misery.
But with hatred taking power,
Born were the chances
For redolent triggers to fade away.
But what to do of the injury ?
That bled incessantly.
Imprinting scars on her body
Reflecting permanent afflictions!

Were they just the ordinary scars
To be ignored impetuously
Or were they symbolic of a tragedy?
Oh yes they had a sickness to convey.
For injuries were not transient!
As they mirrored a tormenting travail.

Pain augmented at such a pace,
That before preventions could be applied,
Cracks surfaced her heart,
With grief penetrating through the ridges.

Denying the brutal well deserving separation,
She rested in a delusion .
Marked by the limiting boundaries 
Of unconscious ignorance,
She found herself all alone,
In a desert with no drops of survival.

How long could she blind herself,
To escape from the reality ?
As long as she refused to accept,
Ambiguity was bound to surround!

No mission, No vision
No shelter, No shoulder 
Oh lost she was!
Not knowing what to do and where to go
She headed without a direction
Reminiscing her past.