Sweet crystals...

Made of wood,
light brown,
a delicate golden design,
in it lays lots of sugar white,
the sugar bowls been kept aside.

On the extreme corner of the glass table,
there was a time only one spoon of sugar made her happy,
one spoon of sugar raised her level of ecstasy,
one spoon of sugar used to get her satisfied,
they were the crystals of joy,
now the use of them slowly died.

Her expectations increased,
simplicity lost,
the calorie intake decreased,
her body, the hourglass.

Her garden of fresh roses,
shrubs, herbs and various flowers and trees,
never ignored,
they're a beauty.

Near them lies the table,
pepper, salt, sauce and those oh so sinful,
one spoon only for the sake of indulgence,
the sweet crystals.

Those sweet crystals,
white and shiny,
the sweeter thing in the universe,
sweeter than many.

Then one day the crystals fell,
it was such a waste,
it made a sound which no one heard,
they fell on the ground at a low pace.

Landed on the ground,
there was one place for them to go,
the divine crystals,
the pristine crystals,
those sweet crystals,
they got the name of rubbish.

Now the sugar bowl is alone,
in a dark cupboard,
it's become old,
it lost its children,
it lost its family,
it's become old, bitter and lonely,
but those crystals are still as sweet as can be,
each one,
separated from their people,
separated form their hive,
those sweet crystals,
the sweeter they become,
they have an inability,
to bitterness they can't succumb,
even though they are lonely in the dark,
with the sweetness the crystals can never part.

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Pinch of inspiration...

I was swimming,
swimming in the big and deep ocean,
I was free,
a free fish.

Each day would be so eventful,
the sea green ocean,
it was such a good feeling of desolation.

Then one day,
I was swimming,
I was feeling so happy,
the beauty was so mesmerising,
I didn't know what was going to come my way.

I was swimming,
my swim was like a melody,
suddenly I was trapped,
entangled,
in a net I was wrapped,
the net that stole my freedom,
that was just the beginning of my glum.

I tried to fight,
the enemy was the light,
the light was making me blind,
it had ruined my mind.

I was taken away,
freedom was not for this day,
tied I lay.

I was so blocked,
away locked,
my mind had to fight,
I needed something,
a little motivation,
motivation would get me to my own nation,
the ocean,
I wanted a pinch of inspiration.

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Fake.

She stood near the window,
her make up,
her thigh length dress,
her spool heels,
so fake,
yesterdays stale make up was still on,
fake blush,
fake sharpened features,
of her natural features what did she make?

Fake scent,
the most expensive cosmetics,
that bright pink lipstick.

That delicate laugh,
the fake smile,
wanted Cleopatra eyes,
did too much,
lost simplicity.

Her face lifts,
not a spot on her body she missed.

Glossy legs,
they were shimmering because of her body glitter,
enhance breasts,
she's obsessed.

Days she spends not eating,
she starves herself,
with mannequins she's competing,
she need help.

Her real self is so far behind,
she was real and more beautiful,
a natural beauty,
but now she's so fake,
she's obsessed,
she needs help,
she's obsessed.

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The mid summer noons dream...

I see,
a vivid dream,
the angry sea,
the sea monster.

The sound comes from within me,
from my mind,
that maddening noise.

That palace,
palace seen again and again,
each time I sleep in my den.

In the stillness of my body,
shut are my eyes,
my body's as passive as can be,
the true activity's in my mind.

Eyes shut,
vivid dreams,
eerie dreams,
what are they dreams trying to say to me?

I'm not here,
in the wilderness of the forest,
near a placid lake
then something mysterious follows me,
I've seen my mystery.

I run,
run so fast,
I have no weapons except my speed,
how long will I last?

Finally I see the beach,
the wide blue sea,
that mystery was me.

I see,
a vivid dream,
a mid summer noon dream,
my queer noon dream.

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That dance...

The heat of her skin,
that intense heartbeat within him,
their body coordinating with the rhythm,
the passion.

They could throw each other a glace,
they danced,
she made the first advance.


She wore a red dress,
elegant red stilettos,
he wore his black suit,
black shoes,
they danced the whole night,
they didn't stop,
they didn't rest.

The world vanished to them,
they didn't want to impress,
they were reading each others mind,
they connected,
they didn't to guess.

The music reached its most soulful pitch,
they were bewitched.

They were dancing on a cloud,
the floor was like honey,
the music was so beautiful and loud,
they weren't doing this for the money.

The sweat,
the increased flow of blood,
the messages to their body from their brain,
their feet had swollen,
but they couldn't stop dancing,
their dance made them physically numb,
they couldn't feel the pain.

It was passionate, soulful and erotic,
their dance was so beautiful,
so artistic.

Their dance would be lived forever,
they made an endeavour,
an endeavour for their dance to last long,
their dance would be never ending,
they're still dancing,
their steps are blending,
that dance,
that magnificent dance,
that dance went on forever,
today they're dancing with the moon and stars.

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Woman of spice.

A narrow lane,
a lane with not much vain.
As you enter that lane you'll find a corner,
a eccentric corner,
your eyes would burn,
you'll blink more.

Crush, mix and blend some,
put in in a bottle,
their savour isn't forgotten.

She loves what she does,
she spends hours,
she's a simple woman,
no lust,
her spices,
so many are the colour of rust,
the corner's alive but lies in the dust.

Simple woman,
locks tied behind,
Kohl lined eyes,
her face lightens when she smiles.

She's a woman of spices,
hours she spends with them,
savour,
the aromas,
the varied colours,
they blend and make love then create something new,
she's a magician on her own terms.
her conversation with her spices,
from them she has so much to learn.

To spice,
devoted is her life,
to them she's a loving wife,
she's a woman of spice,
this woman of spice,
spice is her life.

Silent conversations...

We sat across the room,
I knew you had something to tell me,
your eyes said it all,
you seemed angry.

Things were going on it your mind,
you had a fake smile,
the anger was in your eyes.

I shot a glance back,
I wanted to know,
why that angry expression?
Why was your head low?

We had a conversation,
a silent one,
we had silent communication.

Half dead.

With his head low,
his life less eyes,
each time the zeal dies.

Lost mind,
lost will,
cold and dead skin,
bloodshot drooping eyes.

Corpse alive,
dead body,
dead mind,

Now rootless,
he's a mess.

He's put in the dark,
possessed through witchcraft,
lost his soul,
lost his heart.

He's lost his dignity,
his spirit needs to be set free,
the zombie.

Times of esctasy...

It's late at night,
everyone's asleep,
my shimmering eyes,
the weather has come back again,
the poetic weather.

I spread my wings,
I can write a thousand things.

One parts of the world's sleeping,
one part of the world's alive,
my world's surely seen the light.

Philosophy at its best,
this is actually the time I should rest,
I'm in my own nest,
no one's the judge,
sleep, that's not going to come,
insomnia has begun.

Lethargy that's during the day,
ecstasy has come my way,
I write poems,
listen to the music,
come back is the wit.

I'm a soul set free,
this is my time of ecstasy,
these times of ecstasy.

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In the streets of insanity.

She wrote words on the wall,
the wall had dirt on it,
she wrote with a blue chalk,
these words were not meant to be understood,
no one tried to understand them,
no one would,
this was actually a sight I actually saw.

Her clothes,
torn and tattered,
dirty were her locks,
the were cut,
cut so disgracefully,
her face caked with mud,
to her, her appearance didn't matter,
she didn't want to get flattered.

She was unsteady,
she mumbled things to herself,
she looked as she were to fall,
as she unsteadily stood writing on the wall.

Abnormal,
she was given this label,
sanity,
she was unable,
misshapen,
people were actually afraid,
that was her weapon,
that gave her that label,
she was not mentally stable.

She gave me a look,
her frozen grey eyes,
it actually scared me when her eyes met mine.

She was unusually pretty,
within those cold blue eyes I saw her beauty,
my eyes probably gave her a look of fear and pity.

It felt as if within her she was screaming,
screaming to be found,
she crossed the bound,
the bounds of insanity,
didn't care about vanity,
her screams were so loud.

She wanted somewhere to belong,
she wanted someone to sing her a song,
a song just for her,
she didn't know who would singer,
who was her singer?

Abnormal,
something they labeled her as so easily,
she reached a point of not caring,
she was deep in the streets of insanity,
the blank scary look she gave me,
that frozen scary look from her grey eyes,
it made me realise she was me,
a piece of me,
me in the streets of insanity.

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Dirt scrubbed off.

Dirt scrubbed off,
so easily,
from outside,
the true dirt is in her mind.

Dirt,
what is she worth?
Her body, her temple,
within she has to be gentle.

That body, that face,
the naive cover for the true dirt,
her mind within,
cleanliness is just a phase.

Scrub it off,
the dirt gets lost,
or does it?
Somewhere it lingers around,
it stays,
it eventually comes back,
for a while it waits.

The dirt's gone with soap and water,
she looks so clean,
the true dirt's inside,
on that body she leans,
what does the world know?
She looks very kind but she's actually very mean.

Dirt scrubbed off,
so easily as she shuts the shower,
she covers her body, her shield for her mind inside,
she's clean,
she's now been disguised,
but the true dirt is under the layers of her skin,
below her muscles,
lies in the upper side of her skull,
the true dirt's in her mind,
her body is the body of lies.

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Innocence lost - against people who hurt the innocent..

Innocence lost,
to you what did it cost?
I was just a child,
I trusted you,
I was gullible and mild.

My childhood,
it was mine,
my days,
now they seem so far behind.

Small child,
very mild,
sweet,
could be manipulated,
very meek.

Hurt,
these scars are for ever,
forever on their body,
no one had a right,
no one had a right to scar their body,
nobody.

Some day the guilt will haunt them,
punishment and intense guilt for these monsters.


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Romancing the music...

Hot and humid,
I listen to the music,
so stimulating,
I lust for more,
this intense creativity,
the external beauty, the melody,
the internal beauty, the lyrics.

The bar, by the beach,
the heat,
the scent,
the jazz,
it's all got soul.

The scent of this place,
the scent of the sea, fish, cigar, liquor,
the relaxed ambiance,
the elegant glitter,
the air's getting thick with music.

I'm aroused,
enough to make love to the music.

The breeze,
this moment's got it's ease.

The notes seeped through my head,
the music and I have wed.

What were artists thinking?
On the water the stars were glinting.

Artists alive,
I want to jive,
in the music I dive.

The roaring applause,
the artists take a bow and then take a pause.

The music in my head,
I guess I won't go to bed,
I'll go home with the music,
we have wed.

Music in my soul,
music in my body,
music all over me,
the music seized me.


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Blends...

Blended personality,
blended creativity,
blended colours,
one in the other,
blended people,
they make passionate lovers.
Blended conscience.
Blended fabrics,
blended garments,
blended jewels,
blended methods of being cruel,
Blended words,
the good and bad,
bad ones form the book of profanity,
good ones show certain amount of maturity,
together they form sentences of creativity.
Blended blood,
blended mud.
Blended aromas make one perfume,
blended notes make a tune,
blended flavours make food.
Blended dreams,
blended whims and fancies,
blended ambitions,
this forms a nation.
The blended days,
the blended nights,
blended fights,
a blend of seven makes white light.
A blend of rays that form a reflection,
blended ideas,
blended definitions.
Blended elements that form a compound,
many of which are to be found.
The blended places on the earth,
the blends of planets that forms a universe.
Blended times,
blended lives,
blended words they rhyme,
words which form poems.
Blended handwriting,
they make books,
many a lives they're lighting.
Blended thoughts,
in them souls get lost.
Blended sanity,
blended insanity,
blended vanity.
A blended world,
this blend should be preserved like a pearl,
this blended world is our pearl,
the most important pearl.

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Passive corners...

Deep inside,
deep, deep inside,
I've gone and settled in the passive corners of my mind.

That corner,
the active spaces have been dishonoured,
this is not my flavour.

So blocked,
in that passive corner I just unknowingly walked,
now I think I'm locked.

The passive corners so dark,
so unaware,
illogical,
now I'm there.

The air's so heavy,
I have difficulty breathing,
I need some warmth,
this passive corner's freezing.

Settled in a corner,
I have to get out,
where does this corner lay?
What is it about?

Outside I'm so numb,
why to this did I have to succumb?

In that passive corner,
I feel so blocked,
so lost,
so queer.

Looking at the empty spaces,
my heartbeat paces.
So passive,
so weak,
to this I can't be meek.

The passive corner,
making me feel like a goner.
I have to kick the door open,
it's been a long time since the last word I've spoken.
This is what it's like when I've entered the passive corner of my mind.

This beautiful painting is painted by Van Renselar, an abstract artist.
( http://www.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://johnherberger.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/van-renselar-abstract-art-abstract-art.jpg&imgrefurl=http://johnherberger.wordpress.com/&usg=__LrwfttH_ws3HiyltR_2CFdXtY7g=&h=500&w=500&sz=50&hl=en&start=4&sig2=mwB_FCmudj5_8cpvREANfw&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=ckP_6BIMPYGjJM:&tbnh=130&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dabstract%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-GB:official%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Disch:1&ei=qiPwS-7hJc2HkAXLxbjoBg )

Threshold.

You entered and touched me,
I was in love,
it was such a strong and profound emotion,
I was so touched emotionally.

Our hearts were tied together,
you were so tender,
soft as a feather.

Our hearts were tied,
we succumbed to mortality,
but our love never died.

You had a heart of gold,
you changed me,
you changed me once you entered my threshold,
the threshold to my heart.

That balcony,
the day we kissed,
I still feel your presence,
Juliet your missed.

Love tied our hearts,
I thought we would never part.

Then anger was broken free,
the enmity of our families.
We tried to fight,
fight with all our might.
But, what can I say,
in the end we lost.

For destiny was cruel,
cruel to our love,
in the end it was death we had to hug,
Me Romeo and you Juliet,
our hearts will forever be tied.

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Morning light...

I wake up,
I open my eyes,
I see broken light.

Drops on the leaves,
fresh, pure, untouched,
at this moment nothing hurts that much.

The birds,
chirping away to glory,
I feel good,
I don't feel the lethargy.

Every ones still sleeping,
the trees are peeping,
this moment, in a box preserved I feel like keeping.

The sun has just arrived,
the world at this moment is not alive.

That short moment,
the short moment of simple happiness,
I feel blessed,
blessed at the sight,
blessed at sight,
blessed with the morning light.

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The unholy stain.

There's a stain on the wall,
a certain stain,
an unholy stain,
a stain that caused so much pain.
A stain that can't be cleaned,
it's always on the mind,
painful memories are behind.

That stain that is not properly seen by the eyes,
that stain that's always in the mind,
behind the stain there are so many lies.

That stain,
it looks like faded mud,
some people know it's actually blood.

Someone got killed,
on the floor most of the blood spilled,
yet in left one unholy stain on the wall,
oh, that unholy wall at the end of the hall,
the unholy wall,
the unholy stain.

Eyes stiched on...

Eyes snitched on,
he watched the world through other peoples mind,
what he thinks is gone,
he can see,
but he's still blind.

One small stitch,
a stitch across the eye,
what he thinks sees is just a lie.

Eyes exposed,
the world knows,
the world knows what he sees,
thoughts exposed.

He sits in the corner by his chair,
the sunshine penetrates his gloomy house by the narrow window,
the window resembles his mind.

Those eyes,
brown like honey.
Everyone knows what's behind those eyes,
everyone knows what's on his mind,
everyone knows what he's thinking as he sits on his chair with sunshine penetrating his house through the narrow window,
a window mush like his mind.

Solitude...

I'm far, very far,
far away, very far way,
I lay, on my own,
alone, near the light blue water,
blue with a tinge of golden,
right now I'm my own lover.

So peaceful I feel,
this journey I started,
I'm alone,
I'm with natures zeal.

Solitude,
one of the best things felt by me,
solitude can set a repressed soul free,
right now it's just me and the wide blue sea.


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Who is the alien?

The Earth is said to be 4 millon years old and created by a Big Bang. Who told us this? It's something we know. There was extensive research on this by geologists, scientists, speacailists, etc. That is how much I know and pretty much everyone knows but what if that's just half the truth? What if there's a lot more? What if there's a secret? What if...

A long time ago, a very long time ago, a very, very, very time ago. To be more precise about 40,00000000 years ago. There was a planet called Galio. Galio was much like earth only much larger and was made of an element called Scrometium, an element not available on Earth, no where. There were three types of living beings that lived there the Nakarmas, the Hoomrooms and the Qui's.
The Nakarmas were the superior beings, they were born superior. Their bodies were superior. They were not forms of carbon. They were forms of tungsten. They skin could withstand fire, they were the most intelligent, they were large and they were certainly not modest about their superiority. The lived in the purified areas. Only for themselves. The Hoomrooms could only enter if they took a medicine called 'Cathod' and rub 'purifying lotion' made of a certain synthetic material. The Qui's were strictly not allowed to breathe the same air as the Nakarmas. If the Nakarmas ever even was near a Qui then there was a huge ceremony of purification. However, there were different means of torture. Leaving out all the rest the Qui's were treated like dirt and badly tortured.
Well, as usual most people were born to follow and only some people who actually lead, that's exactly what happened.
Most of the Qui's were just depressed but, there was one who actually wanted the Qui's to be treated equally and they knew it wasn't going to be in this planet.
Zillat, a young man with very good base of science wanted to make a new planet. Only one person knew Zillat was not full Qui, his mother. His mother was a Qui and his father was a Nakaram. Zillat was 21 years old. His mothers name was Zini and fathers name was Illat. They met near a river while Zini was collecting some water for herself and Illat was strolling around the river. She was the most the most beautiful women he had seen and Zini thought he was extreamly charming. They fell in love and soon were in a relationship. They mated and had a wonderful son but Illat was detected as a contamination and then killed. That son was Zillat.
Zillat was born to be a leader. He grew up and by the time he was 21 he started building a planet, a specail planet, the beautiful Earth.
He decided that Earth was going to be the planet of the Qui's...
Earth had to be a lot like Galio. Suitable living conditions, gravity, oxygen, correct temperature, etc. But, one thing was different he had to create another element as scrometium would only survive in the position Galio was in, 1st, right in front of the sun. That's way the Nakarams could withstand heat. The Hoomroom's could withstand heat but the Qui's could not they used to melt that's why most them lived at the poles.
Earth was finally ready when Zillat was at the age of 23. Earth took off by itself and laded on the third position near the sun.
Now Zillat was trying to work on a way to transport people now. He realized people were a lot more difficult to transport then a planet as people are weaker then planets. He started to work on a way to transport people to Earth. But before he did that he had to make cells to know if living things can survive.
20 years later-
A pathway discovered ( Written by Zillat)
I found it, it took me twenty years, twenty years as I now embark this journey, my people are being tormented even more , it's time we Qui's left, all of us. Enough of all this cruelty. I'm just back from my planet, Earth has turned out quite well. The cells I planet are no more just the unicellular cells I made, they have turned into these gigantic creature, I named them dinosaurs. They are carbon compounds and each living form on each will be a carbon compound. Anyways, the escape route is in the ocean 'Galiowan', an escape from Galio. Unfortunately only a few of us Qui's will survive.
It requires swimming deep into the ocean. There's a pit. The pit sucks in a living body if they are carbon forms. After being sucked in the pit you arrive in a vacuumed tube and fall into a dense liquid and them fall onto the lap of my daughter, Earth...

A secret disclosed-
What? How can we leave Galio, it's where we belong, it's where we were born. I did expect more eagerness from the Qui's. But I understood , they were scared and apprehensive. How could they believe me? what if Earth was a lie? How could I create another planet like Galio? I could understand their apprehension, it did sound very strange. But then my strong convincing powers played in and I ended up making them quite eager to leave Galio and become inhabitants of Earth.

Goodbye Galio-
We started our journey from the crack of dawn. It was an emotional affair, people and a sense of eagerness in them and as we were almost in the ocean every Qui looked back once, saw Galio for the last time. I remember my mothers gaze, it was as if her eyes were glued to Galio and then she said to me "Son, I love you, you were the reason I lived through all this betrayal, you are the light of my eyes", that was actually the first time she said something like that to me, I only hope she could withstand the force of the pit and live a happy life on Earth.I also had a sense of guilt for not telling the full truth, no one except me knew that only half these people would come out alive...

The journey-
Finally we were all ready to go. All of us swam in deep in and after the emotional moment a few minutes before this was an emotionless moment.
This was like a secret pathway out of Galio, I have a theory, what if every planet had a secret pathway out? Anyways, this was really not the time for theories. We entered the pit.

The transition-
Sucked in, that moment was just so strange. The force, the pressure, it all felt as if it was tearing me apart. Then series of changes my body was going through first the vacuum, then the dense liquid.
I felt like I was floating and I don't remember what happened after that but things getting darker, I couldn't hear and I passed out.

Earth-
I opened my eyes. I felt so dazed and feeble. I was staring at the vast sky of dusk.
I passed out again.
I felt the light under my closed eye lids. It was energizing. In fact it was the reason I woke. I stood up, stared at the serene beauty, I felt like I owned this beauty. I looked around and to my satisfaction most of the people were alive but unfortunately some couldn't make it. I felt the best when I saw my mothers face. This was our place now, a place for the Qui's but, unlike Galio, this is a place where every living creature would enjoying equal rights and live in peace and harmony.

Life on Earth-
Earth is a lot like Galio but, there is a lot of diversity in nature. There are sub species to the species I created. It was here that I realised the scarce population of the Qui's. I estimated that in the next 10-20 years there won't be any pure Qui's.

Galio's fate and it's effect on Earth.
10 years later-
We moved just in time. A big meteoroid hit Galio, it's just dust now. It made us feel terrible. A part of the meteoroid hit Earth. There was shortage of food for many days. The gigantic creatures just died.

The Apes-
There were many new species. The most unique were Apes. My guess is that they evolved from monkeys. They are a lot like us Qui's, they walk on their hind limbs and are quite intelligent and have a significantly higher IQ than the other species.

The humans
As I had estimated there would be no pure Qui', I turned out to be right. There are these new species called humans, half Ape and half Qui. They have an IQ even more than Apes and Qui's. Their population is increasing day by day...

Somewhere, lies the soul of Zillat, he achieved more than anyone has achieved in a life time. Somewhere is the dust of the ruined Galio and somewhere is an escape from Earth and somewhere someone tries to write want to be science fiction based on made up theories. Somewhere some who asks this insignificant question-



"Who is the Alien? "


The End...