Déjà Vu

The world seems cruel with these sweet people around in this generation or yuga; “KALYUG”- where Kalki comes in white horse, with red shawl. Who has seen the past to predict future? The time has finally arrived when the world will meet its end, soon with no time the screams of people will be piercing through our ears, the roads cracked open to see the other part of so called ‘world’, there lies all the demons and devil….waiting for us with smile on their face. On the other side the heaven seems fresh with welcoming hearts, just pure minds came in. the hell was full; whereas the heaven left untouched. But why?! Was earth full of demons? Does it matter?!The thoughts struck me last night! Why people do sins on purpose? What forces them?! What kind of sins!? Can’t point any…but still, this is Kalyug where cruel people are sweet. Sweetness means bitter with extra swords pricking; each time when we speak!!Practically killing others with their latest ATTITUDE. Attitude means carrying phones with headsets or ear buds! Drinking kickass drinks smoking hell out!! Still the cries go unheard…but this is Kalyug where cruel people are sweet! – Kalyug Released

ONE HELL OF A CRAZY WORLD ;) ^_^

Flying away to the unknown world

World which is my own; where I’m the only creature!

Flapping my wings to catch the air

Using my horn to pluck flowers

The 1000 eyes in one ball;

Hearts with 3 chambers!

Living in land and water!

What was I? A fly frog or a bird?

Ho! Ho!

I rule my world

Where I’m the only creature

Will I survive or die??

The unreal world of my comfort

Where I rule the world

The Macs lended their ears for the rain couldn’t hear!

Mystery binds again where history lays untold

Where do I live? In history or mystery?

Flew away to that unknown world

Preached for salvation

With 5 red roses!

World which is my own where I’m the only creature!!

Ho! Ho! Ho! What a wonderful world!!

There was this time when I used to lose an eraser each day; not even that innumerous number of pencils which had eraser at the end…Ma used to say they were special as they were especially brought by my Dada who is always special. Fights and screams over pencil eraser and scale were common in 1^st grade. I don’t even know who steals my eraser scale pencils with eraser at the end. As a matter of fact I suspect Raghav who sits next to me; even though he stays calm and quiet; while I am away to wash my hand he throws my box away and eats my snacks. I don’t know when this grudge started. I don’t even remember the time I talked to him. He is so nasty. I used to complain about him to everyone and yap that’s why I got this name “COMPLAIT BOX”!! Err!! I hate it when he calls me that!
Time passed from eraser scale to pen and ink rubber; still Raghav was in my class….the same irritating friend of mine. I never did like his character. I have many friends in school and the best ones where Gyara and Tyana… oh! I just love their company..; once Gyara gave me this pink box with Pretty flowers on it!! As usual Raghav threw it away..!! Ah it was sudden reaction. I reacted furiously unknowingly I shouted at him; which was never meant to happen. That made everything worst. After all years silence broke. Something burned between us; a flame; with no time the fight turned worse. A complete silence started; it turned out to be ego; a fight between two minds. The time went by; got shuffled. Gyara and tyana in one class and me in other…it was hard at 1^st as I was never used to it…err Gyara and Tyana used to tell me about the good old times which made me more depressed; even the fights made me mad and unhappy most of the days! Left me screaming…I complained to the teacher that NO more RAGHAV.
There was this time I got so depressed by the chaos I cried like anything. How much more could I stand??All the time I kept quiet when I lost an eraser, pen and ink rubber! I couldn’t stand a bit; for am a 10 year old girl who has the right to speak as a citizen….but speak to whom? My politics text didn’t explain that. I cried and cried until I was tomato red! Best part was I didn’t have my lunch as I was fast asleep in my bench with pink box as pillow. I couldn’t sleep well as I was disturbed by the same old Raghav. This time he ate my lunch claiming that he was hungry. Then what was I?? A vessel with a hole? Won’t I get hungry? I started crying. To my surprise he gave me a chocolate, it was struck with dead ants…I didn’t take it. Went back home; sat back relaxed and thought… a sweet girl like me didn’t take the old candy? Was I mean?! Didn’t it affect my sweet image?! Ma gave me 2 special pencils; I gave 1 to Raghav to show am sorry…wahh he didn’t take it…!!Err! Where in the world I thought to give him my special pencil? I have been a fool of all time. Fool with extra ‘o’s. Regret, regret, regret I wish I could go back to 1^st grade with Gyara and tyana….
Days passed and I don’t remember losing my pen and rubber most of the days. Raghav; he don’t irritate me now…he kept quiet most of the days….I asked him why he don’t irritate me; he didn't reply instead opened the pouch in his bag. and you know this guy always surprise me. The pouch was filled with eraser, scales with my name on it..!!Oh my god I screamed my nuts out….my forever lost special pencils with erasers at the end. This boy Raghav has kept all those pen and my special pencils for all those years? He didn’t mean to steal all those things on purpose? But why? Oh I was screaming seeing my favorite pink eraser that Tyana gave me!! Oh I missed it so much! I asked him why he has done all this? He said once he asked me this pink rubber and i didn’t give it. From that day onwards he decided to steal my erasers and stuff, for all these years he is telling me this now? This was the grudge he was having against me?? An eraser? I don’t even remember those days at 1^st grade as I was busy crying. I started laughing like anything I gave my pink eraser to him and told him to take any of the erasers he liked. And Wola! From then on, there was no stealing. There came to an end of the story of SCREAMING STARLETS who kept on screaming happily ever after!! J

The beautiful music woke me up, the same beautiful piano piece. The mist fell on the piece of holly earth. The wind blew harder said a voice….I could hear everything. I heard them saying “it will be alright” everybody does so. I felt the heat on my whole body. The very next day I heard shrill cries. I couldn't guess what happened out there. People were shocked I knew it. I felt restless, I kicked hard, and I heard a cry. And yes there is my favorite music again; with no time I fell into deep dreams. Unseen whispers lead me to the vision from heaven, I still remember the day fighting with God to let me come to this holly land; he tempted me saying untruthful stories. There were millions and trillions like me. He said they laid us on silk and covered us with jewels and gold when we were born; not even that love will be splattered all on us. Greed came to me for the love….I woke up with screaming sounds; felt as if I outgrown, needed more space…screams calming that I should me killed. I didn't understand at first. They started saying I would ask for gold, dresses and other materialistic things when I grow. But how will they know it? What I wanted the most was just splattered love over me….curious where evil minds I heard the music again…flash of a bright light and I laid still never waking up from that sleep…

Let me tell you the story of a prince who throbbed for a lady fox!!!

He was the prince with wealth and health

Who fell in love with a cunning fox

Seducing him with her miss perfect looks;

Cunningness and magic spells;

The woodland prince

Swayed away by her beauty!

Not knowing the scars
that wouldn’t heal;

Knowingly jumped into

An empty pit of her life...

Will never return; the rabbits and squirrels of his childhood told;

The world looked beautiful;

The droplet seemed rain;

Days to seasons went by;

Scars got deeper and deeper

With no veins;

Stainless blood spattered on the floor

The love went deeper

The lady fox screwed to the tip

With no emotions or love

Ditched the prince

Everything meant perfect for him..

Sweetness of the bitter fruit;

The seeds which never grew;

Buried his past in soil

Scars awaited to be healed

He was the Prince

With wealth and health

Who fell for an ungrateful lady fox!!

(A poem against Water Pollution!!Save water!!Save Life!!)

Tapping my fingers to

Count the rain drops

Repeated once, twice, thrice;

Millions and trillions it went by.

Knocking one another

Showing arrogance with pleasure

As this is how I was;

The wind blew us close

With whooshes and drizzles;

Filled the heavenly earth

With holly water;

Down they went so deep;

The roots of desert plants

Couldn’t reach;

As this is how I am!

Again they went

Hand in hand with a river which

Came by my way from

The mighty Himalayas;

Poured in and out the sea;

Along with plastics and tins

Like a garbage bin;

As this is how I will be!

They love to use me;

Yet they forbid me to be clean!

For I have become a sin

To millions now; it is all

How I was!

How I am!

How I will be!!

(A real departure)

I started my journey from platform no: 1…Jamaica was not so crowded but lonely station with 2 platforms...I usually wake up late and hurries to work. Platform no: 2 it was Jamaica - Heera express arrival 8:00 and departs at 8:30 says the information bar. I generally occupy myself in the general compartment where the tea sellers, newspaper sellers, magazine sellers and with very other local people. As days passed my working place has been shifted. It was from Heera to Matgav. It wasn’t hard to move my small cage as I was a free bird…
Heera; the most beautiful,ever shining,exotic place I have ever seen, it isn’t the charm of the new city.In fact its the people there in that busy station. All the garbage bags lying here and there adjusting themselves to make piles. Rotten vegetables, snacks, dogs running behind those piles, dead crows on tracks probably died of electrocution. Well my 1^st day at Heera station was really awkward, I was bit confused; but you know you can always ask for a hand to the Station Master. The Heera-Matgav train arrives by 8:00 and departs at 8:30. So I started my 1^st journey from Heera railway Station platform no: 2; ! !choo choo the train started off with puffing steam; making scrappy noises with a rhythm which later has became my heart beat....
The platform no: 2 made me remember those days at Jamaica, the fruit sellers, vendors who kept on serving me with titbits. My co passengers…..ha-ha it’s a lame joke talking about them. They were engaged in all sorts of works from chattering to gossiping and talks on current issues. Then enters the ticket checker with smiling face and does his daily routine. After that most of my co passengers gets off at next station and I reach Matgav by 9:30; my boss was ok if I pull down lately as I was always keen on my work and completed it on time. I rush to catch train; eve hours are so hectic and busy. I reach home myself feeling very tired…days became months and I started liking that business. My co passengers became my friends, same travelers on most of the days; our compartment has become like an examination hall. Everything fits in. the station master as our guide; teacher, and my co passengers as my friends. Years passed so as my journey; travelled in and out through the beautiful place, met beautiful people that made my life beautiful. I traveled upon platform no: 3 and 4 like an innocent child; looked forward in platform no: 5,6 and 7. Busy days never exhausted the love for my life. It was when I entered platform no: 8. I discovered whole new people mixed with many familiar faces, my old passengers were in next bogie. It was hard for me at first as I was used to the chimes of the old people and chatters of teen girls about their daily topics. Well I had to adjust and came to a conclusion that am using this train to travel and not to make friends. But somehow I couldn’t resist myself being a silent bird. Gradually without much time I gathered friends.

2 years passed and I have never known the value of those rusty rails and pricking noises unless the departure has finally arrived.Yes, Departure from platform no: 10 it was. 9 years of travelling from this same platform; just as my life taught me nothing remains same. Time has come for this beautiful place to become an unforgettable memory. Going myself to a distant land…it won’t be meeting new people but of meeting strangers. The laughs and chats I have heard on this compartment leads to a path of memory. Hard to say goodbye as I was waving hi to a new land with enlightening thoughts. This Is my life turned out more like a busy worker who travels daily by rails even though I myself was a kid studying in grade 10; waving goodbye to station master, ticket checker and my co-passengers like a departure from platform no:10.......

Ashes of roses

Alone I stand with

The prized medal in my hands….

He casted a smile on me in the memorizing world…

The round eyes spoke a lot…

The charm of a seedling sprout…

With hope as tender;

And eyes as roots;

A day’s love it is;

Forever shining; I thought;

As his hands fell into clutches of his life…

Time paused; asked myself…

Was it “just” a day’s love?!

The craziest thing happened...!there was a time when the post men came on bicycles....and the 10th results came by morn....now facing this time...the holly results coming @ night..!!phew..!!Crazy times..!! ;)

Worn out were those magical

Fingers I met;

The sign of experience

Struggle and vigorous passion!

Not born for those magical touch; one said

Others agreed not knowing beneath;

Soft and fragile were those fingers at first;

Showed nothing but passion to live…

Live like no writer has ever written a story about life;

Phases of life changed

Like seasons;

Time went out and grabbed

Those talents;

Like an aimless creature;

People knocked down their thoughts and

Named him almighty...

People who once criticized him

With tears of anger;

Who labeled him as the deadline

Ran behind him for fame

Better the world of animals,

Than living like humans;

Hunting their own species

In the name of “survival”;

Worn out were those

Finger I met;

Which was the

Sigh of aging, with experience and vigorous passion to live..!

It all started on the dawn of 30^th December came up, woke up with an alarming dream even though it was the coldest December I was drenched in sweat. Washed my face with holly water, allowing the dreadful dream of the dead to be washed along with it..! It was a vision of a dead; not myself playing major role but me witnessing it. Thought God would reverse the roles but NO this was life and I was to carry the sight of the dead throughout my life reverberating myself the vision of the dead. Sharp 3am it was, not even able to get back to my sleep, shabby room messy bed, books laying here and there, half drunken cold coffee lying out caste on my table; not wanting by anyone. The vision of the dead was impractically unbelievable. Never being able to capture the dream clearly I lay on my bed thinking about the unclear face of the dead….it was full moon next night, the howling of the wolves made me fear the ware wolves . The same feeling of the dead after me!!May be god is switching the roles now…I was playing myself the major role!

Breaking through the chaos;

As I run behind

The flightless birds;

Galloping through the

Scottish highlands;

The feeling was not being alone,

But of myself being

A pretty free horse

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!!

I chanted those words

Feeling as if

I was the king of my heart;

Once I ran behind those flightless birds through

Those same highlands

Was detached; but

Came back to die in very hands of my land..!!

Galloped all the way;

Were the predator’s unseen….;

The smell of moist soil,

The houses of termites; crumbled to earth!

Freezing fresh winds

Made me a complete flyer…!!

Galloping through the

Scottish highlands as I

Free myself from the chaos

Behind those flightless birds

Going green to recollect memories..!!

Tick Tock Tick Tock says my clock..!! and struck 06:00 ! !;) Woah thats something to party for! :P
aah the feeling is Damn CRAZY :D :P ;) wooohhhoo feels lyk broken star has hit my head with wooshh nd thud :P :D that feeling is awesooommee!!!!!!!! :D Yihaaaa "GoOoO CrAzY gOoO LaZy"..!! :D \m/ !:P

Days passed like a ticking hand of a clock…years became days, days of fun and laughter; when we were at heaven “our school”…… Sleeping with our eyes open in our history class; knowing those people who met death even before our birth… Well MA used to say we should never even try to know strangers; dead guys are strangers in my sense…!! Err..!!Centuries back I should say and some even before Christ..!!Well forget that. The problems eat up my head like termites making up my brains for multiples, addition, dividing the house into 2, finding the area, time to complete the work…ahh!!It just eats up my brain I say!!Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?!??But here we use MIRRORS for image formation, yeah!!Yeah!!Its physics speaking of lens concave and convex!!Err..!!The laughing gas spreads the smile around the class and the smell of esters; you can easily guess its chemistry! As the teacher teaches us with an innocent smile and a childish heart to balance the equations my heart starts to pump as the bio Miss enters the class; curious faces all around our class to know what happens inside living body…hormones, chromosomes, budding ,hydra so many things in single us!!!A huge heart for literature and dramatic looks for Shakespearean plays we enter our English class the world of stories, unbelievable fiction carrying ourselves in the world of fantasies prince charming in unicorn as his princess awaits with thumping heart to be carried away in his arms…dreaming about that making it bigger and bigger !!aahh the clock struck 3 ! The irritating school bell rang; making us all say bye wanting to see tomorrow but when it struck today we said goodbye with warmful hugs; hoping to see the whole pack next grade with smiling faces..!!:')

One day the world will meet its end

Jealously will be crushed

The emotions are beyond

Hope is all left for them to be

The next Adam and Eve;

To be the first,

Unending or immortal it can be said;

Beneath the death,

People ashamed of their unacceptable thoughts

Carry their life

As a selfish act;

The world will meet its end

Jealously will be crushed

People run behind to be the next

Adam and Eve;

Path of light; unlighted,

Vision is scarce,

But the immense pleasure

Of being the ‘only’ Adam and Eve

Made people feel as if the chosen one...

Killing others for this prized possession

Trying to create new era themselves;

Being selfish;

The world will meet its end

Jealously will be crushed

People run behind to be

The next Adam and Eve

Haha It’s hardly a living world…!!

Through the windowpane

I see the world...

Which my MA used to say…

Allowing myself to penetrate deep

Into the thoughts of that

Unreal world…

Question has arised…

Why I was stepped back from that world..?!!?

While it was only a window pane away..!

Reaching my hands out;

Trying to catch a tear drop of rain;

The days I used to get together with

My own has become a memory….

Through the window pane;

I hear the world;

From dusk to dawn;

Trying to seen the unseen figure!

But I myself have become a soundless creature

Crawling like a snake;

Shabby as a miner,

Adjusting to every situation

The pain felt when I am hungry

The knots that fell on my hair,

Tangled up the situation to worst..!!

Through the windowpane

I screamed out to the world

My descendant has done this to me..!!

The powerful curse of the boneless king;

Suffered a lot..!!

Yearning to be let out..!!

Through the windowpane

I watch the world

Which my Pa used to say….

As I was standing near the corridors

Saying goodbye to my classrooms

Holly benches, scrappy walls…

I left that beautiful place with full of memories

“Everything comes to an end”

My Ma used to say

This was good…indeed painful…

As I left the corridors….I heard the

Laughter and cry of ours on our classrooms

The holly benches, the corridors…

Everyone wanted us back...

None of us remained the same;

Left those corridors with lots of sorrows,

Vain, pains and of course broken words

That was misted by love…

As I was standing near the corridors saying

Goodbye…turned back to have a last peek

Of our memory

I saw my past; with my friends…

The corridors full of memories

I wondered if this place was dwelling with others memories too...

This was truly an unforgettable feeling

After my school days

Looking into the past…knowing that they want us all back together

Even though seasons change...!

Those memories hold us back…!

Wanting every bit of us with a pack of joy,

Laughter and silly fights..!!

Cluster of happiness

Clutched to daffodils

Like and ageless soul it is..

The smile’s immortal

The laughs create new era

Turns 1000s tears to smile

Like an ageless soul it was;

Born and buried on same date

Still awakes many in their dreams

Power of emotion so strong;

Beyond the broken parts of life

Like an ageless soul it will be..!!

Hours, days, weeks, months have passed…

I was waiting for you to return…

I really don’t know how time flies when I think about you…

It was a time of mixed emotions….

Happiness, joy, love, care!

More like an all time friend

Who listens to you, cares you and

Loves you more than anyone…

The only words left for you is

“Come soon; am missing you badly”

Hope is all I have left now…

I don’t care if those hours, days, weeks, months

Turn into years or seasons…

I still have that “trust in you”

I WILL WAIT FOR YOU TO RETURN..!!

U Left me in a hell!!

No one to laugh;

No one to love;

No one to lean on..!

Let my hopes come looking for me...

But you know it hurts me more when I realize that

Am waiting for someone to return from heaven!!

The crest has fallen at last,

Waving goodbye…

I was too ready to believe things...

The crest has fallen at last; she said

The creator seems to be murmuring upon the thoughts,

Unreal thoughts that made me disappointed.

It was the time of severe crisis

Wanted it to be an illusion

He was a critic; I said

He pointed out every

Goodness of a man

He was an animal who killed others by his words…

The crest has fallen at last

Waving goodbye!

Nearing to death,

As if no reason for living,

Panting for life,

Quenching with thirst,

It was an illusion, I thought

Time of sever crisis;

Pathetic was the situation

Watched by millions who was hated by her..

She was honest;

Idiotic people laughed at her,

She was going insane;

She said “the Crest has fallen at last; Said goodbye for last”!!

As the salty water of Havana beach

Swept my feet away...

Pressing my foot gently,

Wiping all the sands,

For other I was a loner who never

Met any company….but for me...

I was the princess of my own kingdom

I loved my own solitude..!!

I watched the sun setting down

Going to wake up other parts of the world…

His life was busy and it’s undeniable…

The waves came up to where I sat…

I didn’t care about it…

My dress got drenched in Salty water of Havana...

Cool breeze made my hair fly where the

Winds wished to go…!!

It was dark now…

The safeguard blew out the whistle,

It was time for me to travel back

To the streets;

With old pair of sandals and

My jeans tucked up…

My wet foot pressed the sand gently…

I travelled to the hearts of my own kingdom…along with wind

Down the lonely path

looking forward for the rising sun of Havana to wake me up…!!

Life has become an autumn..

Each day every new person I met

Falls off…

only the ones whom I

Knew for years

Stayed by my side…

When I look back …

I see my future….

I don’t regret any days or moments

As they have become fallen leaves

Life taught me to live…live without the ones

Whom I just met...

There is no reason in living for others

But everything we see today

May not be there tomorrow…

They will be a part of

Fallen leaves in an autumn…

Peek Throughs !!

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