Déjà Vu

I’m a writer who grew out of the familiar things around you.

You make me, who I am,

For what I write is all about us.

You can see me outside your window,

Dangling at the end of the branch a day,

And meeting unfamiliar chaos the other day,

I might write about you and the wind.

How it entangled your hair,

And took away your scent,

To endless terrains and of the joy of it being pulled back,

I loved to write all about it.

When it rains, I could see you

Dancing your way through the mud,

The familiar things that make you, and make me write.

I’m a writer who grew out of your untamed chaos

All my life

All to you..

Before last summer, and couple of years back,

Of being late, my tales never reached you.

Brushed passed by friends, mutual.

And family so close

I never knew you?

You never knew me?

We never knew each other!

For the wishes lasted couple of years back when I met you first..

A little earlier is all is wished,

Before the last rain,

I wish I had met you earlier.

Ask me how it felt to be late in others life,

Ask the rain, how he got delayed by monsoon clouds,

Chasing for the wrong clouds.

Of knowing them close yet not being among them.

Of talking to them day and night,

Yet the shared feelings weren't the same.

Before we turned into strangers again.

One last chance,

One last time.

I am convinced that world is a strange place with weird beings. Sure, I am afraid of it but that doesn’t seem to stop me from looking out for the things around, slowly as my path breaks. I am scared of drowning today much more than I’m scared of heights, but the urge to fly someday keeps me floating towards the sky’s limitlessness. I am not lost, nor am I in search of finding the ones I’ve lost. Sometimes we may not like what’s going on in our lives, we may be confused to come to a decision and we may reach back to square one multiple times. It’s ok to be confused, for the confused minds are blessed with different possibilities to see a problem.

Did no one tell you it’s the weight of the emptiness that weighs the most? There may be times when people are tired with loops in life and slowly they would retreat back to hear happy stories to keep them alive. They will have to leave even if they promised to be there; at some point of juncture as you realize no warbler looks beautiful when caged, and you will have to let them fly. Later you will understand that there is so much beauty in this weird place that no matter what goes through you, you grow through it and it has to goes on. There will be the sun smiling through your window panes the next day, after which the night moon comes to check if you have slept. In the end you realize how central it is to love yourself the most than searching for love to get loved. Sometimes being wired find its ways to weirder worlds and much greater adventures, for I am convinced that the world is a strange place with weird beings and you will have to live through it to see an astronaut sitting among the greens on a rainy day.

#untilanotherrainydayswithwierdastranaut

Written with pen,
sealed with kisses,
we've exchanged
words of poetries,
carved from heart's blood.
you told me once,
you love me,
I'm sorry but I forgot.
Whisper onto my ears
again,.
I shall forever bury it
deep,
and never trouble your
confused soul again.

You taught me love cannot be weighed,

or defined,

It takes a minute to fall in love with

the moments shared,

if true and genuine

it remains imprints in your

heart forever;

scared, damaged

You've taught me well.

I believe in the existence of

Time machines now,

I wish I could time travel with

you to get back the times

without this aches.

The little prince,

I'm rereading it now

how difficult it is to

understand an adults mind,

fully grown with

confused minds.

stable, not stable

Like, not like

Love and not love,

Perhaps I could just

redraw the boa constrictor

and tell you,

nothing has changed; and

you're still my little prince
from asteroid B-612.

I remember trembling down
in front of you,
finding it hard to
take each breath
harder as I gasp for
more
Slowly realising
you're the reason for
my existence
a part of the
air you've become,
which surrounded me
Protecting me
from the rays
that once held me back
from living.
now you've let me
live my way,
forgetting that I once
was a creeper
Now my world is
upside down
for you've
become the roots to my
climbers.
Your vacuum
will affect my
poor existence
Perhaps
I've never grown
out of our love,
or never will.
for even now
I tremble
with fear,
the meaningless
existence after
you leave.
Was it the
world that has
never been stable,
or my poor heart,
which slayed along
the winds play?

Remember me like,

your breath

unconscious,

but always around.

Remember me, not

in your low tides;

I'm never the

fragrance of your

solace.

Perhaps a recollection

of love you

once felt;in

midsummer's dream.

Remember me for

who I am,

For you do not

define me anymore..

Remember me not

in your sleepless

nights,

but in the dreams,

which you never want

to wake.

Remembrance becomes

a fidelity, once you

try hard to

forget me..

I shall place myself along the orange glow of the lines..

Let me drive the clouds, make another sky like never before.

For it's the color of my wind that paints your sky, an art as vivid as this placid sea..

🌇 #sunsetsbelike #sandarts

All I want to do in my life would be just write to you. Yes you. I have not known you, I have not seen you. Yet you have a place in the corner of my heart. For you read through the words that I’ve put together here without knowing who or what I am. I’m grateful that I’m not being judged by my writing. Perhaps I’m under an emotional crisis, for the little things that I have loved in this universe is becoming the target of merciless culling. For I believe this world is not just for you and I, but for the creatures that breathe the same air as we do, share the same land as we do. Perhaps things are different now, we feel highest in the food chain. The ultimate consumers, personally I’ve felt the paws cuddle me at the worst times, to wipe my tears with their furry elbows. To wait for my return after every dying day. For I live or not, they shall linger upon my verandah, to smell my distant welcome and to wag their tail to play with me all my seasons.

Hey you? Yes you!!
You are not safe here! Where? Here! Where here? Here. just here, and there. You are not safe outside. Please don't stay in either. You are not safe inside the four walls of your house too. You can't stay safe. You are unsure of the postman who you comes to your house. You used to play in his cycle? Remember? Things changed. You have grown up! A lady with breast, thighs and long hair. Oh please don't wear short dress! You have a beautiful legs to be covered. You cannot wear sleeveless either! Showing your arms? GOD NEVER! You are not safe. You cannot trust your uncle who buys you chocolates. Perhaps it has sedative pills. Please be careful. You aren't safe. Even under the bed you aren't safe, there are crawling humans too!...Shhsh! Never utter a word when someone comes near you, keep calm and let them learn your body. You will not be safe either. Never smile at someone, perhaps thats a welcoming note. Do you get that? Yes you. I am talking to you only. In this world there is no gender difference even your little boy playing outside your house will vanish among the stars. May it be insanity which pleads ignorance under law or a sane mind who commits the act. You will be raped someday! The rape defined under the penal codes where the penis is penetrated into a woman vagina clearly a perspective of a man. Where in the woman's feelings of suffer are suppressed and never taken down. You are not safe under the laws. The lady justice is blind folded, she cannot help you either. You aren't safe! If you are raped. You will never get married! So Sshshh! Your life is under a blanket.you should live that way. Yes you? You only! Let me tell you one last time, you aren't safe anywhere in this world. ANYWHERE!
#JUSTICEFORJISHA #YOUCANBEANOTHERJISHA #JYOTHI #NIRBHAYA #NEXTMAYBEYOU

Written with pen, sealed with love; She scribbled those very words that painted her heart with rainbow colors on the recycled papers. Keeping them herself, she wrote "Letters" as the words bring out her own life. She loved pen, but words more. She laid them beautifully like ice glaciers, close to her heart with colored paper envelops, she turned the pages of her diary, dates are just numbers that made her write more letters, yet keeping it herself. She wrote on how the Sun's rays woke her up as each passing day and how the moons shade put her to sleep and then again of the mountains that kissed the sky and the roses that remained buds. She envied the life of a butterfly that lived only a day, yet the pile of works undid remains nothing. The letters piled their way on her shelf. Un posted letters gave her happiness and strength. She wrote them with hope and sealed with kisses for these letters remained to her. The letters keep her going, written with pen, sealed with love. - Un posted letters.

A part of Centaur
Yearned to be a man..
The other to race all its life.
A creature of desire it was.

In those land of mystical world
He lived..
Eating grass and drinking
Blood of unicorns;
That flowed from ancient range to
No man's land and
To the valley down rain.

He spoke of rebirth
And world to relive,
With fear and reluctance in his lips
He would pause to re think.

The dark knight that fought for their life...
Enriched by the sage of purity..
A part of centaur
Yearned to be a man;
Truly desiring, to the hearts content...

A war waits,
With no survivors;
But a hope to live again..

A body lay dead,
After the war..
Was it a man's? Or a horse who raced to its life's content?

Here is a wish from me to you,sister to a brother, close friend to a close friend,high girl to a high boy, bestie to bestie, kuppo to podiyan!!! Happy birthday to you (am singing) happy birthday to you ( am yelling) happy birthday dear anandaaaaaa ( woohoooo) happyy birthday to you!!! (Peace). This wish is for that person, who shares streaks same as me, though you get high and low at times, you make sure every one is fine, and happy... a day so near i could imagine he would become a justice to take away the down trodden part of this world, may your wishes come true, may you be the bliss of everyone, we love you :') happy birthday big boy!!! No matter what we will all remain as a family..:) god bless you in all seasons :D <3

Of roses and jasmines

A Lilly was in love,

With the lotus’s sun;

Jealous and pride took turns in melting down his heart,

All watched by poor sunflower.

Neither in a fight nor at peace

But salvation at her heart,

To be touched by him before the sun sets.

As he kissed beneath her petals,

He was the lone lover in her heart

She loved the way the light pressed hard

She moved slowly as he moved to thee.

Watching his steps closely and enjoying his light

She danced and swayed in merry love,

As the Lilly found out, jealous mistress lotus grew and grew;

A tale of rivalry was born,

She was not to fight for her love;

But to leave him happy with the loved ones;

He is neither partial nor alike

But just his duty to love them all the same,

He is the son of god!

Awakening people to live everyday like their last…

But I’m no daughter of hill nor

Ocean just a flower with name of her love;

Preacher of his words,

Follower of his path, forever…

She spoke less to people and enjoyed scent of moist soil, drizzles and she loved rain. She understood the birds that nested on the willow tree more than the postman who came often. She never got attached to any person before, not that life never gave her a chance to like people but she was often left with her own world of plants; flower that bloomed for her, rain that played her a song, the squirrels who gathered nuts; and Birds who sang for her. She was blossom in a spring. You could never call her a loner, hardly tears rolled down her cheeks not that she ever got hurt, but she had a shield over her emotions. She was strong and bold. A person to admire she was; someone who gets concerned in seeing a sad flower. She laughed and talked like every other person. Her life, her views; When she sees a sad jasmine, she would stop to care and speak to her “of gloom and happiness what do you share?” as if the little flower is listening it would shake its petal in regards. She would pour a hand full of water on the jasmine; it would merrily dance and sway, as if she could feel the happiness of the little flower. In return she bloomed couple of days later…she took care of a broken winged bird who was hurt by an eagle. Rivals were they and friends she made them. She had the touch of Midas, and a heart as a snow white, pure as white Lilly who bloomed in the pond and spreads its smile. She dresses her pain with beautiful orange and blue for the people who saw her never knew. It was the feeling and warmth when she came near and her voice. Her whisper, I could hear even now. Crisp and clear as she whispers my name and the scene comes to my mind, holding me by her side; “she is a computer genius, writer and a law student”....

Wind on my hair, wind on my face, wind everywhere…travelling to the mountains, sign of rain. A welcoming heart of sun with beautiful rainbow notes. Have you ever touched the limit of the sky? Have you ever raced with the trees content? I never did. But yes felt them every time I padded myself in jacket and the adrenaline rush when I switch on the engine and the happiness when I shift the gears, I feel them every time . Living like an insane; maybe. If I could, I would pop up the bike rush it to the top of a mountain and try diving, just to feel the wind over me. Let them carry me to the places I’ve never seen. Feel the wind, feel the ride, and live the life. How lovely it would have been if we never died while riding? How does it feel to sit on pillion while popping a wheeling? Holding tight; with that layer of trust and faith we live that very moment. One last time wind on my hair, wind on my face, wind everywhere.

Oh!! happiness is getting reviews for yours writing, finally my poem My Wayside Flowers is been published in November Issue of WE http://www.writersezine.com/

My WE Badge!!!!!
Thank you from my hearts content!! :)

Truth

There are innumerable number of people around us and countable real people. You meet people daily, you wave, and say hi built up a relation so called friendship. But have you ever thought how much these friendships are valued; on their side? No; it may be a playful time chatting on face book commenting, making likes up to 500. Blah! In our parents time they never had this face book to meet up people. Once contacts are lost; it’s forever lost. No complaints, no fights, no regrets. A fight which is over ends there. Now it’s carried viral, though good or bad. Bad ones catch like a fire. “Humans are worst creations on earth”, they love each other, fall apart, betray, backstab and do all sorts of thing; but still they stick on to one another like snails. Strange but true, those people who never value you shouldn’t have space in your heart; you should not grieve over a split milk. Turn it! Face it! If people don’t accept the way you are, throw them off your heart, and make sure you “don’t see them through others eyes”. Enjoy everyone you meet and it’s not others who make you up! We make ourselves and let go of those people who don't deserve you. Our life doesn’t depend on others, going sad, gloomy, depressed isn't a right path. Turn those tears to smile and fight back the world who tries to pull you down. Mind tries to play trick again. But recalling the words... “Whatever happened has happened for a reason and good”. Stay happy and stay blessed! Do not give reasons for people to hate you; because its human behavior to hate people through others eye, just pause and think over these lines “a coin has two sides; a head and a tail”. When the game is on it’s the head which plays and remember there is always a chance for tail to win but no, people don’t wait for tail. They make up their own stories and own possibilities on life, none want to hear the truth. Well said lines on truth. “It’s a bitter lie”. Everyone is happy with their own. There is no meaning in lying all the time but lying for a cause and saving people is a not sin. I still say “humans are worst creation on earth”; highly egoistic, highly problematic, highly possessive, highly loving and highly dangerous. There are situation in life where we get fooled; a situation of mixed emotions; sadness, anger, sympathy, betrayal, love. Nothing and no one’s advice gets on us, except to sort things on your own and finally when we see the lying mirrors as comforts we move to that side, unknowingly or knowingly when we set foot there, All lies seems right, all untold stories seems real. On the other side the truth waits to be revealed, strange are we humans. Life is short; we fill it with ego, hatred, betrayals. Let go of the bad side forgiveness is not common. One who gives it; Attains supremacy! Stay blessed! J

And there goes my flightless bird.
Away she goes,
to learn to fly high.
life is hard,
being with her in the same cage that fed us with laughter and love
now leaving behind she is setting herself free.
to an unknown world,
towards unknown people.
To build up that strengths,
to learn the language of Love,
to flutter her wings hard.
and to make a living.
Ageless soul she is.
and there she goes.
Let her happiness be strength,
Let our souls be with her,
May the lord bless her with touch of Midas
Let her touch purify the sins of desires,
Let the winds carry my voice,
for she is my beloved,

The very desolate feeling when on closed eyes, though we want to push ourselves to run through the highlands; stretch our arms, enjoy the rain. The feeling of numbness holds us back. Though at sedation, I could very well picture myself writing in my mind, with the very sword which I use for war; clearly and evidently I could see what was happening around me; though I lie in bed with my hands stretched. I felt people around me, moving in and out of my room. May be it was the 6^th sense? Or may be inner awaken soul. I speak to myself to integrate the whole of me and take that chance to wake up. Though we are asleep; claimed by the ones who gave us sedation pills. To that every person, who saw me sleep with half eyes open; I tell you, I could see you people very well!! I saw my future; of typing down “INNER VOICE-Sedation” on my blog; and I can see YOU reading it…

Its summer, the sound of leaves falling apart swings my ears! Where could she be? Out in the woods I wonder?! I recall her telling me that she is going to pluck flowers that would enhance my memory; I knew perfectly that I didn’t start forgetting things, I know their place! I know where she had been, I remember her telling me where she went, and “won’t you believe me Sara?” Without a blink I said “yes”. The rustle of the leaves were heard. “See that may be her, I told you she would come”! “That was the sparrows peck” I said! “You don’t know anything!! She told me she would be back…and I trust her!” With tears of hope in her eyes I saw her hands searching for her stick, she had grown older with more wrinkles on her face and tiredness on her body. I helped on her feet. “Arya beti” she called…! None replied nor were footsteps heard...She murmured something on her own and left the verandah. Just past the living room was her bedroom, as old as she is. She grew up on the same house.”Do you remember Sandhya?; The daughter of nearby carpenter?” .“Yes” said I. “she has been married off far away! She used to come here to play with Arya;they were childhood friends”. “Arya” she cried again. “This girl never answers my calls these days; I shouted at her last day for going near the pond. People say they saw big snake there”!” She is probably angry with me; poor girl she grew up without parents and it’s been me who was taking care of her! But to be more precise it was she was looked after me”. I could see the whole love for Arya in her eyes, how could I tell her that I have been asked to say that she went to the pond and the snake himself caught her. Knowing the fact that she would not come, I kept still. “Arya” she called again; this time tears in her eyes. “So it is true then? The snake took her life?”with a sense of shock I replied “yes”. She fell silent, she talked less, ate less. The sense that revolted around my head,poor soul has been outcasted. It was dawn and the birds took to the south; home. Feebly she walked step by step to the verandah. “Arya beti” she called for the last murmured something and left her room. As gentle as a falling leaf, as feeble as a mouse; and yet a day her silence on a dawn was undeniable …