A spectacular world...

I was lost in holy imagination,
Imagination that creates worlds that come true,
Within the fathomed pleasure of desolation,
I always saw life within my own view...

Let the dreams blossom,
A crystal dressed in pure silk,
The scent of camphor in its pure form,
Each enjoyable form of thick and thin...

It was only with covered eyes,
That I felt the zeal,
When we laughed at white lies,
When we always stood free...

Freedom is the most mocked,
Yet it's so easy,
But yet it's the most difficult of them all,
So its vain contradicts it into being so hazy...

When her gaze moved beyond the window,
She realised she curdles a holy mans blood,
For every man can create sorrow,
But she believed she could morph lust into love...

For love is still a selfish game,
But yet its the only thing that survived,
Survival that walked hand in hand with hate,
That passion that kept us alive...

He will thank the egg,
She will thank the sperm,
But this world thanks unity,
A round of applause for wisdom...

The flexibility of water,
Weds the solidity of the Earth,
A secret mocks them with silent laughter,
When we see glum we realised life's true worth...

A Fairytale...

Led by that silk dress,
In these hypocritical times,
I've got hope for everyone but myself,
We hope to make life a rosy rhyme...

These velvet waters,
Waters that have borne mu juvenile journeys,
But not every quest has to matter,
Why can't we just follow the quest of ecstasy...

I opened the box of the unspoken,
Contained in translucent glass,
I saw the forbidden,
Life is queer without a mask...

Anticipation has left me dazed,
Lust caresses my arms,
But the future isn't the picture we anticipate,
Anticipation leaves us with blissful harm...

Midnight is clustered with stars,
As life is clustered with hidden trinkets,
Luck makes the invisible visible to our mortal hearts,
Good fortune is not obligated to show me its bitter faces...

You're always going to be the princess,
Ruled by insolent possessions,
Masked by the virtue of their duress,
In search with holy passion...

In a lost castle,
Within the fury of the night,
Accumulated mammon that turned into a bustle,
How did its wings flutter into pure light?

In a desolated tower,
In a quest for love,
To gorgeous to be left to flower,
Too lucky to follow virtuous blood...

I was knocking on wood,
Until I realised life's finesse is not being placid,
Unpredictability makes life good,
Life is just a fairytale where the perfection has been killed...

Picture from the net

Sawdust...

The brashness of the cold,
Stings the fury of the heat,
While the rain has no balance,
I didn't know life any better even after its purpose was revealed,
For purposes are spun to create a base...

Ice that grew colder,
After being vanquished and made to lay in the dust,
Love that grew strong, so strong that it grew mundane,
Just like sawdust,
Just what remained but its scent speaks of its definitive grace...

Silver locks,
An image frozen in a heart shaped pendent,
If only a shape could define an emotion,
Purposes defined could delay a reaction,
Dust that grew into rust because it forgot the language of passion...

Insolent, but not insolent enough,
We've seen ourselves suffer,
While we still are vanquished by lust,
Too loose for love,
Can't fathom the delay...

Bizarre

Delicate confectionery on one silver platter,
Diamonds on the other,
I'm just a dot therefore what I choose doesn't matter,
Why would anyone bother?

Lovers making love,
That just made the world sweeter ,
This is the time of the creation of fresh blood,
Hatred makes slaughter.

Finesse is very relative my friend,
We tend to judge visually,
What seems sophisticated to you may be kitsch to them,
Unfortunately you have to consult the other side of reality.

To part ways with love,
Isn't that like stabbing the world?
But while your head is on the pillow of lust,
Virtue isn't always your concern.

As you stare down the barrel of life,
You'll learn that there never was anything quite pristine,
But it's only when you stop crying,
This world will appear to be clean.


Is there a comparison of the edible ,
But ultimately we choose to live,
We'll eat instead of favoring the valuable,
But when we deceive love is when we choose the kill.

Adrenaline thrill

I am about one hour away from attending/participating in one of my favorite events in school. This is one of the very few good things about school, the sports day. I may not be much of a sports person myself but I really love this event. But, I do consider myself an adrenaline junkie. It's a thing about that rush, that excitement, that fear. I just love that feeling.

Sports day is when enemies become friends, when you cheer for your team until your voice is shrill, when you and your comrades strive to be a part of the winning team and oh that rush, the sweet adrenaline rush.

Bungee jumping, skiing, sky diving, wild water rafting, scuba diving, that's my thing and this may sound clichéd but life's all about the game so may the best man win.

The Divan of glee..

Cocoons of paradise were used to make this silk,
Embraced with glee and sold to cold merchants,
This is where melancholy was killed,
This is where glee rests...

Prosperous silk,
Prosperity killed by ecstasy,
Stabbed the evil,
Draped in prosperity....

This is where philosophers wrote of their divine insights,
This is where the thinkers thought of worlds far beyond,
This is where the greats possessed the right,
The right to cast a spell on the world with a revolutionary wand...

Silk that possessed the antiquity of a million years,
Divinity just needs time,
Heroic time that makes pain disappear,
Oh lord, I wish to be divine!

These days of this slumber was when my mind was idle,
This hazy slumber is where I choose to dwell,
A strong foundation that blends with a fresh idea to create a blissful riddle,
I want to be struck with a revolutionary spell...

The royals aren't the only ones when it concerns bliss,
I believe I am sprinkled with glee through my hazy slumber,
The cold and heartless can give an unknown kiss,
With passing days I have succumbed to blissful massacres...

You may call this kitsch today,
But the morrow can morph kitsch into art,
Lucidity gets me so afraid,
Unlike my hazy slumber on my holy Divan...


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Roses...

Let the tender dew drops fade into me,
Let me be basked by noble sunshine in the snow,
Just if you let me live you'll be setting me free,
My beauty shall bless you as I grow...

I can bring warmth in ice,
A shadow through my translucent petals,
You know I am a treat to sullen eyes,
You forget to think I'm noble...

Sidewalks...

The gleam of a golden path,
Leading me to the illusionist mist,
Circles of light that arouse my heart,
As real as the blood flowing in my wrist,
Yet no thing's quite real...

All that's real,
All that attracted me to the possible game,
But it's responsibility I fear,
Disturbing my vain,
Vanity with no base ...

You believe you're not there yet,
But the morrow is always deceiving,
But once you've embraced the beauty and do not fret,
You'll be there once you start believing,
Yet a lifetime is never quite enough...

You'll never quite awaken from you siesta,
The reverie remains the same,
Life's quite an underrated fiesta,
The birth of love is the inception of vain,
Yet we linger through hatred...

The road is just dressed with prosperity,
Prosperous with a macabre undertone,
You'll never start believing,
Even when you're actually on the road,
Yet even unity has a mind of its own...

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Tired of the same shade

I hate when life becomes monotonous. This 10th thing sometimes gets to me. Yes, this is one of those posts when I complain ( it's a blog darling). Even though 10th is getting to me, I got to tell myself to get over it and get my ass to the table and study. But I think, December, January, February, March and wait for it, April and then boom! The start of the boards. If I actually think of it and am told so by wise people that it's actually just an exam and doing well makes your life that much easier but I want to work hard. I am doing this for knowledge.
I also dislike those people who put you down too. So many people have asked me if I think I'll pass and this is the general attitude towards most people in the 10th. I wish they could keep their fucked up attitudes to themselves. It's all up to me.

I am slightly tired of this monotonousness. I'm bored. But it's all good.
I need to travel,
I need to see things,
I need some spice in life,
I need a change of shade but for that I need to work my ass of so see ya, I'm off and sorry for the cribbing.

Random-
I got a new haircut, little below the shoulder. That's a change for someone who's mane used to be till her waist :D