Powerful vessels....

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of her dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered torn hearts,
Will it rise above?
Above the humiliation, sorrow and disgust,
Will it be reborn with renewed spirits?

She has and she will live and learn,
Make unspeakable and scadalous mistakes,
Which she wishes were secrets buried deep within the furrows of hell,
If only the apparent social beings were not so concerned with the shame of others,
Digging up jaded secrets which should have been things of the past,
But shall be dug up with every new birth...

If dreams have died today they can be reborn tomorrow,
In a different place, time and dimension,
With another form of energy,
Every piece of it replaced one by one,
With different colors,
Very glossy on the outside and skeptical and murky deep within...

For her body is just a vessel of life,
Draped by curves,
Curves that seduce some and disgust others,
If she chooses to live life as she was supposed to,
She might as well as died long back,
And taken her soul to another world....

How different are souls and dreams really?
Can one not be interchanged with another?
Can one not be driven by another?
Can one not be intertwined with another and help each other grow?
Can they not be filled in this vessel called life?
Be solid companions until life parts from her and beyond?

What is her body?
Was it her sense of being that was born to mate, reproduce and die?
Emerge from the Earth,
Then fly towards the cycle of the universe?
Then be reborn in one or the other form stay until it's pleasing to the eyes,
Only to part again until the hot flashes arise...

For true love isn't just eye candy,
Or when it's warm around her arms,
It too can be cold and bitter,
Leave hearts scarred and torn,
Until one day one realizes,
That true love cannot be found when one soul is a toxic dependent on another...

It is found within that vessel,
Within that life,
Within that dimension and space,
Perhaps in another universe all together,
Where souls intertwine with dreams... 

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Unravaled to be left in shambles

The antagonistic foster siblings of escapism has never quite unveiled itself,

Claiming to be a part of the unconventional cosmos of appeal,

The futility of ridicule is a subtle legacy,

The unrequited vengeance of my identity...

The mojo of an Earthling is still mortal after all,

Borne with colloquial charm.

The surge of a fantasy,

Embroils and acquaints itself with strangers far from being strange...

The morbidity of a taboo,

Is known to evoke an unspoken desire,

Self mutilates a metaphysical possession,

Surges within but still lampooning its virtuousness...

The freedom of the mind,

Is now familiar with the trans-morphism of the world,

Still nurturing idiocracy,

With silence that provokes uncredited revolutionary thought...

Our words have now surpassed even the best of the connoisseurs,

Still acquainted with the naivety of former possession,

Possession that has now diverged,

But has still chosen a similar kind of groove...

The coquettish reveries,

Expects to acquaint with procrastination,

Unleashes the bonafide wrath,

With the arbitrary ambiguity...

 

The last laugh...

The martyrs have weaken their stance, 

Subconsciously intimidated by the days of only wounds ahead,

Only moments to go until the march to glory,

The provinces of gold had intoxicated  them to the point of the sleep of reclusion...

The breeds of higher order have now not a reason to opine,

They begin their day with the solace of futility,

Commence to a voice of bigotry,

Until a different kind of transition...

For letters written in blood,

Have been defeated by the words inscribed in bonds,

Seldom acquainted with the world of gossip,

Placidly waiting in the numerous post offices of decay...

The time had begun for the fancy air of romance,

I will gift you a kiss if you please,

Embodied with the spirit of youth and glamour,

Made to suit carnal whims and mundane woes...

I shall wait for the end of your crude fantasy,

Which shall be made to sleep upon my arrival,

Awakened when I am away,

Which shall continue to torment you as you twitch and turn in your grave,

But not for too long...

Let me feed you copper candy,

So very fierce and inedible,

Let me occupy your senses with the scent of my love,

Superficial enough to slip away...

No impact has been as great,

As great as my non- existent significant other,

Who took me back to the rustic air of childhood,

As I grew many steps away from naivety...

Very few roots of passion have traced back,

The rest have faded away with the night,

Trampled on with time,

Burdened by mortality,

Just to suit the flow to the last laugh...

Profinity and the anti-scumbag

I do, I do, I do! I have cheap thrills! Cheap thrills are necessary for all of humankind to have. I'm despicable because of those cheap thrills, my cheap thrills draws me closer to the Zen of supreme indifference, I'm languid because of my cheap thrills! My cheap thrills love the oblivion of my omnipresent siesta, my cheap thrills love being anti social, my cheap thrills love me being a delusional and jealous bird, my cheap thrills want me to be outlandish, my cheap thrills love content nuanced with shock value, my cheap thrills love profanity. You know why I love profanity? Because it's a consistent companion when my words lose their strength. One expression for all the desires, whether it's never ending carnal urges, lust, indifference, displeasure, the unrequited urge to slap some one and so on. An over-exploitation of profanity is indeed disgraced and annoying, but the a clichéd overuse of taboos always is.

Why are we still in touch with the people we should have lost touch with years ago? Technology! Yes, it's a blessing, a left behind legacy of the attained evolution of humankind. But yes, it's true. I'm speaking like an retrograde li'l birdie, but hey! Your grand-mommy don't know no computers! Hah! ( With due respect to all our ancestors! Salute the greats who've seen history in the making! Love ya all!). The point our here is that it feels like your life is like an open platter waiting to be mocked! No wait, there's no point I'm making, it's just angst for the sake of angst which I'll conveniently blame on my teenage hormones. Traveling light seems to be a lost concept, this acceleration seems to have be retarded, we take way too much time to leave behind all the emotional baggage, we take way too much time to block those channels of love ( reciprocated or non-reciprocated ) we should have blocked eons ago, that sleaze we should have raised an objection to, acknowledged that time and this time when life is all about you, you and my little darling, you! (which in a way or in many ways always is ), but then hell with it! Screw it all! Let us all visit hell for one night where the most happening party in this very universe is going to be conducted! Lets burn in the wrath of our own swag! Because swag is cool and so are you! This is the corniest thing I've probably said! The corniness is starting to emerge now, I have no idea why I wrote all this! I better stop! "I better stop", seems to be an appropriate ending for this nugatory post! But I like what I wrote.

Travelin' light, is the only way to fly
Travelin' light, just you and I
One-way ticket to ecstasy
Way on down, follow me
Travelin' light, we can go beyond
Travelin' light, we can catch the wind
Travelin' light, let your mind pretend
We can go to paradise
Maybe once, maybe twice
Travelin' light, is the only way to fly

Yes folks, I will keep posting song lyrics that make this post, it adds all the spice. Hell with all of this! Peace.

Little steps...

I've finally reached the staircase or at least I hope I have. It is overwhelming but it's a nice phase. I've never worked this hard before. I've reached Standard 10th and this is weird, overwhelming and nice too and far from what I had anticipated it to be when I was a little girl.
The thing about me is I never look back, yes there are phases of nostalgia but that's transient. I like looking ahead-
Yesterday is a cancelled cheque, tomorrow is a promissory note, today is the only cash you have, so spend it wisely.

Although I do anticipate the future but I'm sure that's going to be a lot different from what I had imagined it to be. As little children we had very few concerns ( most of us), I loved that time, I had a fabulous childhood but yet I don't want to back. Tomorrow is the first day of school for me and as usual I'm getting the blues but it's a lot less then it used to be.
This is my last year in school and I do look forward to going ahead but I'm sure I'll miss it. I still remember my first day in school, in an extremely fragmented way but I remember entering a strange place, strange adults and strange children, getting a cream biscuit, I think it was those milk flavoured ones while the smiley face ( a very evil smile) , weird for a 4 year old girl, I was just in Junior Kindergarten. I left this school in the 7th and joined my current school in the 8th, I remember that day, entering a strange place, in the middle of the hills, the song 'Brain Storm' by the Artic Monkeys in my head, I'm feeling a little nostalgic and queasy, actually I feel like sobbing but I have to suppress my tears, strange people ( I still think they're all weird ) , the smell of new bags ( that smell makes me more nervous) and so many other things.

Well, I'll leave all that behind now, tomorrow, a few hours away, I step into the gates of standard 10th, one step ahead, a little step ahead,
These little steps, a little step into life...

Picture from the net - ( fineartamerica.com/featured/mount-washington )