Void

Void ——- You created

Mystries and all….

Lost ……………….

And to be never found…..

Like a wonderful pearl…..

Deep !! so much Deep….

Like in the ocean Blue…

The void has created hole….

For you it is easy…..

For me….I suffer it alone…

Hard….
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Cold

Don’t know why I am feeling so cold…so lone..as I had felt last September….I don’t want to be numb as always…quite and suffering with the pain…No, I don’t want to give pain to others because they don’t deserve it…the most beautiful people in the world..they can’t tolerate it…

Some days can be boring like this…Sweety must be chatting with her friends…as always..or facebooking…but I am here typing don’t know why I opt for this…writing…..Seems like …I am so habituated to my colleagues…to chat and laugh unnecessarily…backbite about Sweety, and a lot of girly gossips….but what if Sweety bans..it here at office.

I prefer imagination to reality. Coleridge has well said “Reality is dark dream”….Yes.. it is a dark dream…I don’t want to dream a dark dream…really it hurts to know..it hurts to realize which I don’t want to..
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Vows !!!!

I left you miles and miles away……

With vows to meet again…..

I try to behold….your image….

In the clouds…I ‘d flown away…

In the waves….I’d sailed …….

Feels like you are here….

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Its you everytime…

I try to avoid you…get away from you but I you are so attached that you cannot be left away so easily…Things remind me of you….so much….I got an old newspaper…with something rolled in it…and guess what there was your name….Phew !!…I cannot tolerate…

You are like a boil…..painful…..Very much indeed…which needs  a lot of hardship to throw…all the white blood cells in my body could not fight with the bacteria…What about antibiotic tablets..but those tablets failed , as I failed….I could not drain you…because it was too painful…nor could I do avoid the pain….

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Deny!! Do I ?

Let the wind open it ….

The door it has closed….

Will the wind be able to open

The door which it has closed….

Same happen in love !!!!! ( ahem !! )

You came as a wind ………….

Locked yourself in “me”

Now, I am being uncontrolled….

Can you bring me back to “control”

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Sane or Insane

Searching…

Eyes are searching…

Heart is searching….

Sensitive…

I become senseless….

Feelings

I try to feel

That will completely go in vain..

Thinking of you…

Makes me sane

Makes me Insane…

I try to search….

The soul !!!!

I go insane….

You remind me to be sane…

You tell me …

I am sane or insane….

Something’s not over yet

Thinking has become a hobby and imagining different things were my passion..as I child I remember wishing for the best barbie..doll..but I never had one..Barbie..or had I ?? I don’t remember but I remember my dolls whom I used to love a lot. Morevover my maizu ( maternal uncle’s wife ) used to bring us imported dolls..so imagining was a hobby since childhood. Talking with those lifeless dolls pretending as if they were humans…

Of late I am so busy but I never stop to imagine..I never do that..I imagined a cold coffee..this was a virtual…I had already known the consequences before the event happened..I knew I would be left with these hues…something can be such an overwhelming and something can be such a painfel…hey is this “something” “onething”. I don’t know..I really dont know..where I went worng or where the wrong thing happened…

Why afterall there are goodness and badness in the earth..?? Why there is virtues and all ?? ( I am not writing poem..I just received a call from the sweetest didi I have ever met…Roshni Di and its funny that I received the call).

Something lasts for a lifetime…but what..yes the samething I am censoring..and I think my clever friends poo and holmes will be probably figuring out what is that something..but I am not writing here in this blog what that something is..something sacred I used to tell…No, I am not trying to beat the bush…yes I am trying to beat the bush…but why..( After such a long time I am hearing this somg Bin Tere kya hai Jina ) I don’t know why I still feel something is not over yet..yes the dream …

A good dream and a bad dream…a good thought and a bad thought…What should I call…The effect of the dream is not over yet….The hang is still on..and the magical cup of coffee….yes the cold one and a hot one…felt bad at so many instances…I am having a lift phobia…My trembling feets whenever I take lift…..Poo u know this hai…yes I do tremble…yes I tremble

A bad dream then…which is haunting me like anything…and time and again this heart says something’s not over yet…and I am not out of the hues..but what hues…hurting or not hurting…I am changed a lot…I am feeling panic…

Something that is entityless..is not over yet

I mean it because I feel it so hard in the chest…

Something is not over yet…

It is haunting time and again..

P.S. I don’t know what is that something…but I know that must be over because …………………………………..!!!!!!!!!!