My Pug Marks

Like the pistol bullets shot At an army with swords for defense Like an expensive dairy chocolate slab Gifted to a lactose intolerant Like a treatment for depression related disorders Prescribed to the guy who acts joker in the circus Like an amusement park Filled with Dementor-like creatures Life is a simple equation Filled with many variables

as you walked by a few thoughts sprung in mind of my should i just hold your hand to induce in your mind a thought band or should i come in front of you from your eyes i get questions too but as it passed the thought last you had already walked past as you sit i feel like a misfit your presence pristine is all you need but i aught to be there on your aura i feed you look at me with smiling eyes my world becomes virtue without vice and then you call me for something i get pulled by the unknown string as you quietly sleep into another world my mind takes a leap a face of calm meadows and airy sunshine they begin to dimmer on the forehead those lines a quiet peaceful slumber shrouds the room even with the world outside going crazy towards doom you fit cosily into my chest the feeling of a saint in his himalayan rest

 image courtesy: moonlightblue.wordpress.com pain in neck pain in head killing eyes imploring to die anaerobic respiration acid in muscles all the creepy aches erupt simultaneously with no respite hazy sight nothing compares though to the aches of the heart inside

As I sit to write My same old ink pen Begins to talk to me In words I never knew I would ever know It refuses to write Saying its canals had dried Like the thoughts, I tried But it did not relent I reminded him of the good old The smell of blue as it faded on husky old paper It reminded me of how long that was After much persuasion It did splutter the same old smell of blue Beginning afresh with splendor renewed

Image Courtesy: Self! :) a puff of invisible fume rising above like an unknown plume rickety in its path as it flows a cold wind freezes it mellow like a cotton ball grey and white flowing in sky's ocean in full sight in search of more of its kind to build and structure and bind like huge drums beating and streak of light falls back in a cold wet flight into the blue from where it came round and round to rise again

Photo Courtesy : Me, myself and Himanshu [I clicked it...grrrr..!] through the hills under the lush green canopies a light wind blows carrying sounds profound chilly at times with the dry leaves in a vortex crumpling under its force the memories of yore they have tales to tell into the unknown before they soar warm at times dry n scalding punishing one and all reminding of the crimes tortures forsaken made to self and others the vows broken and then it stops vanishing in the hills below those canopies that are almost brown now weathering the cold and dry still standing there though reminding the wind that it also has limits unseen forces control its existence A unknown act of good riddance

I didn't know ever that someday I'll do this, Write a poem on a survey, so that the deadline of my project I do not miss Here I am then, talking about a simple little survey Will need only 3 mins, at your computers screens for you to stay! Here I post the link : http://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dDJyRGdHTEZRdV9UNXVDTjZoN2l4aWc6MA Oh, it is long, but all you need is for your mouse to click, And the sweet little survey will be in front of your eyes in a flick! Please help this soul, entertaining you here with all sorts of things, God! What all a marketer has to do, yeah, it isn't just being loaded with bling!

Image Courtesy: William P Coleman it was just a look for a fleeting moment then the eyes went down a feigning stunt more often they met more times a day and now accompanying them was a smiling warm face and then came the simple words hey, what is your name? name told and asked introductions made time started flowing moods started flying unknown feelings erupting mind started corrupting things unexplained happened and sitting today one just imagines how was it all spun when the heart itself is a shenanigan

Photo Credit: Joko Nugroho through my curtained window peeping through the mesh is a little ray of sunshine it isn't afraid of the wrinkled cloth of the messy nylon froth it just comes making its way through dark space almighty filled with hydrogen and rocks they also taking no pity it just comes on to my sleepy eyes it lights them and asks me to rise that little ray of sunshine couldn't have been more divine

I had just passed Class 4 from Our Lady of Fatima Convent School in Sector 14, Gurgaon. It was arguably the best available school in Gurgaon at that time. But the senior school was in New Colony, so my parents were a bit reluctant to send me that far. It was not because it was far for a kid, their logic was - if he has to travel some distance to go and study, then why not travel a bit more for even better education. So, off we started looking for good schools in South Delhi. Meanwhile, I went to Summer Fields School for a few months till my admission procedures in Delhi were being finalized. Like every class has one, I had an English teacher there. I have forgotten her name, though I remember how she looked. She was really good with her teaching skills and made us understand the language pretty well. There was a day when she had asked us to remember a certain poem. This used to be hard for me. I was, and still am poor at rotting stuff. I always prefer to understand and thus remember, b...