Turquoise Taming Tornadoes

 A face so familiar We've been here longer than we know The way you fit in  The way you know all the points  Like buttons to a time machine Are you real? I see dark layers lingering They don't look me in the eye But they know I can see them  We are partitions to the same block You are passively gliding I'm actively rowing The destination of the ocean is intact  Intermingling with our journeys we are merely  Hop on, the drivers enraged  The car radio was long stolen, we are here  Humming a new beat of our own The vertical is actually the horizontal Your Alfredo on my fucking face Hah, its just food-porn! Let's just say we know the stream The pathway, speed and everything Everything sorted But the currents? Error 101, domain not found Monkeys and owls on the same branch Hangin' by the same faith As they watch the stream pass by Taking its course, as the swan glides Dive, Dig, Duck  Love, Embrace & Fall in Its here: The recipe to home.

In a rehabilitation center. Patient(Kiara) : Areyy, do we really need to do this? Faculty(Amay) : Some formality protocols we need to follow hun Kiara: You guys have started to love me so much you don’t want to let me off hah Amay: So how is it with the cuts and other wounds? Kiara: Healed to invisibility, sir (sliding the skirt down to hide her inner thighs Amay: Quite a progress, you’re also glowing now Kiara: Oh that’s just y’alls love reflecting on me, how much will I miss you all bacchas (gestures a flying kiss) Amay: Well most healed patients seem to have gotten habitual to the place and its comfort and don’t wish to leave, this independent spirit of yours is quite refreshing to see Kiara: (caressing hair behind her ear and pressing it hard to stop the blood from dripping) Okay now I’m blushing, you guys are so obliging always! Amay: yes, its a small warm family here Kiara: Hamesha and forever Amay: Now move out and we’ll notify you later about what’s the...

I was petrified. As I woke up and tried to find her in my now messy bed, there was not a sign of anything. I checked the time and it was time for practice. I tightened my skirt, packed my racquets and rushed to find my match partner desperately looking out for me as the tournament commenced today. As I fastened my shoe laces her face and bare body couldn’t stop lingering in my head. After the match, I reached out to Nick and asked about the girl in my bed last night. He was startled as we never met any girl last night and took it for humour and had a good laugh. For me, however, it was the start of a great horror.

Blueberries rolling tongues like a snake charmer Oranges and lips and pulp and juice  Lust for life keeps us alive  Beasts magnifying into books with no covers  Magic mushrooms alluring your intellect  Tantalising grips and the roses blossom;  thorns shedding like autumn  Volcanos in icelands erupting to shift cosmos  Snow icy showering nailed to foggy glass walls  Plums are bouncy onto pillows  Silver slivers curled in your sheets  Coffee and whites and beans spilling  Little by little, woman  Call me your muse  While I paint you adorning your skin  Stallin' fallin'  fellin' soarin'  Chemically bond, break em chromes  Proximity shifting feelings  The untameable invincible indomitable tamed vincible domitable Saggitarius. ☂️

9th July 2016 Just see me gulp down a slice with peripheral gaze scanning the environment we sit around. Once we've talked of our fears and vulnerabilities let's just silence further connect our souls. As it is this silence is where I would learn more of who you are and you'll learn more of who I am. Breezes will sway my hair and tee but you can manage yourself and I will take full charge of me. Oh you don't have to call yourself my lover to call me baby. Don't tie me with these ties, knots will merge my identity because. Walk me to the platform and wave me a 'see you' while I'm still concealing the smile some words in my head are bringing. Oh believe in the magic of this moment and the clouds that cover this place right now! Scriptures you'll see floating around you all the time once I narrate these shapes lying next to you on grass. Ice-cream doesn't have to be chocolate all the time, right? Speak of passions and I'll look at you with ...

And you see it flowing with energy  like it was wind to your windmills?  yes that's my skin If only you saw the soul and its audacity  You tell me at the back it gets red  with a little brush of your hand  wish you saw the chalk  your fingers were slating on with  And well those glitters are just pollen  on a mistakenly fragrant flower The moles you inspect are testimony  to the sentences i complete for you with full stops Don't look at it thumping and pounding  so surprised  just a shore lurking  as the tides touch and go  come and go  If nothing maybe stop taming my hair  like the moon does to the tides  because they bounce in velocities i can't control I can already sense my defenses on high alert  Touch me not!  My walls reproduce bricks you can't wreck  Sit besides and talk me out maybe  even sometimes once in a while  testi...

Dear love, Nobody can love you more than me, get that. Cannot outdo. You'll continue to make me weave the possible outcomes to our story and every next turn is still unpredictable. I'll sketch your face everytime in my mind that song will play when that was happening. And those 'thats' being the various incidents I attached songs to. Running in corridors with craft, was I crafting a hopeless love? Culture exchange programme we lived. Your body pains were never felt by you alone, they struck somewhere harder, somewhere where a red room ardently held on its tenant refusing to let its real corners be confronted by another. They say childhood crushes are meaningless oh, look at you.. You still hold all the meaning I have to love and belongingness. Oh dear you'll travel the world, swim all the oceans, taste all cuisines and wines, read all inspiring lives and texts but my post stamps will be deep imprinted on your body so you'll always be delivered to me, you'...

Right now it does seem impossible and I am fetching all sorts of help to get to what once I did all by myself. Yes, Not more than 3-4 years back I lost an enormous weight to reach a whooping 47 kgs. It is indeed a sensitive topic but as long as I'm working I have no shame in accepting it because it takes real courage to get going, striving for a change and even more to accept it. Those days I was more than obese. They were my early teens and people all around left no stone unturned to make me feel different and less of. Some of my own people calling me useless. Coming home from school to my couch and cartoons on television everyday for hours until evening, not even bothering to take off the uniform that felt tight. Nothing was to change anyway! I just lay staring the ceiling. Probably then the criticism started working. Maybe if not lose anything, I could stop lying and feeling worthless and get up and do SOMETHING. Being an avid reader I designed an exercise program for myself an...

You probably don't like moustaches in general but you like it on your dad. You probably don't like hairy guys but every chord his limbic hair produce with yours is magical. You probably hate kids, but your baby girl's first cry, and pee in your arms might be heavenly. You also might be allergic to dogs but cried to bits when your first pet died. Do you feel what I'm trying to point out to you? It's not that we generally like somethings and hence fall in love with them. It's the other way 'round. We are in love with something is why we tend to like it's minutest details. Is why you'll never really notice your mother's wrinkles when kissing her forehead. Is why you'll never have to think twice before cleaning your child's dirty mess. The fondness we develop for features of anything is out of the love that already exists. So find deeper into your bonds with your surroundings. Love it and the energy will bounce back. Stay basic and dig up be...

People after people changing. Molding themselves to fit into the idealist criterions. Each of them leaving, making me wondering why? only to come back? Why lying to me under the stars describing how beautiful the daylight is? I know I sound broken but hell with it. A new gadget gives us more joy than new beautiful moments with beautiful people. Things have become necessities and people luxuries, choices. And so I have evolved too. I've lately not been writing for a reason as simple as I'm not able to write. Like too full to vent maybe. Developed this strange aversion for people, things and precisely social networking. I'm liking staying withdrawn and in my safe shell. Like hating everybody around me for no reason. And it's not a phase because its been as long as months this way. This disbelief in people is nothing new but now it seems more permanent. Wrecked. Nothing like I don't have people to confide in just that it doesn't amuse me anymore. Never knew being ...

She was left stranded in a desert she knew nothing of. The intruder of her soul had left. Leaving behind a weeping pretty face turning pale with the moon shining above her head. She ran miles and miles and fell helpless exhausted. There were stretches of rising cold sand engulfing her belief of being saved. She kept running in the hope of finding a heart that would if not save her, give her a word of consonance. She longed human interactions more than the food and the water. Hallucinations formed were of the face of the intruder who she last saw herself in the arms of. Waking from her unconsciousness it took her a while to understand it was a betrayal. Her body still lingered the smell of his scent. It was hard to believe she was betrayed. Her heart howled in fast pace telling her he had gone to bring back help. And that they were in this pain together in different places though. Her soft brown locks had seeped in the sand making it stick to her scalp with sweat. She would gather some...

Today as I sit here devastated on the blunders I’ve done and the sins I’ve committed I also realize what a beautiful phase I lived. Flawless would also be flawed if I were to describe. Like a rainbow that saves the sky its beauty after a violent storm, like a cure that saves a diseased, like a drop of water that saves an almost dead plant, like a candy that keeps a child’s heart from disappointment, like a Sunday’s sleep that adds loads of working capacity to you, like a coffee that makes you lift that last dumble. Yeah, that’s what he did to me. The only thing (because I called him as certain fruits) that could lift up my mood in the blink of an eye and the opposite. Today a lot of me is from him. And I don’t mind inheriting any of it. August, 2012 Class 9 th it was. After the interval of every 2-3 days I used to meet this acquaintance at water cooler. And though I dint like him much but his warm greetings were hard to be ignored. I used to wave back a hi and walk past. Bu...

Hello my people. I'm finally back after 4 months with nothing in mind sitting here before the screen. Just a few sorrows I won't vent and a many joys too many to be shared. Life is a full circle now. I don't know how but somehow it is getting difficult to write. This year I've seen myself come out of the well-to-do notions of the world. I believe all us have dreams. Latent or open. Not all of us believe in sharing but all of us do believe in achieving them. And mine are slightly exotic with a mixture of tomboyish. I hope to travel places yes, that'll always be constant. But in Harleys and yacht and well in love. In love with my being. In love with whatever I would have then. In love with everything around me that I'm experiencing and seeing. In love with my work and passions instead of people. In love with books that'll always be by my stride. Writing small pieces on peaceful islands or camps. This hunger I have in me to explore is never ending. The thi...

This post today is not just in spousal context, this stands true for all sorts of relationships. When somebody opens up their soul to another they give a part of themselves to them which is just cut and given; you cannot possibly take any of it back. And you should enjoy every bit of this enriching experience. Be it imbibing the goodness of daddy or the playful truthfulness of your kid. Live and love. That's what we all are made for. Connect and move people as you move forth. But that doesn't mean losing out on your dignities and priorities. Always carry them ahead of others. Because always remember, people want you to do good but not better than them. When you see something falling, back off. The thin line of decision between trying harder or walking away is right in front take it, accept it. And gracefully move ahead. Because that was just not it. Mend the cracks and aches of hearts before time shuts and closes them by itself forcing it to heal. Especially when it comes to...

We all are living in a trance. A trance nobody knows of. A trance only we live within of. We are loving, following, cribbing, falling, learning in a trance. Something inside our conscience tells us this is idealistic independent of the world around and we start going around for it. And I personally think I have been living in a trance since childhood, which is gradually breaking as I'm growing up. Like layer by layer its freeing me from the cocoon. I'm more here in this world each passing second. My screen presence in this film of life is getting commendable each passing day. Yes I am falling too and the falls are growing greater in depth but so is my will power. The ardent determination to go through stuff, mediocre cries with the very name of. All these vacations after tenth grade have been magnificent. I've committed sins I couldn't ever think of. I've gone out to places you cannot imagine of. Attended almost all parties in and around. Regretted not doing some...

Yeah folks, its the same hound as my old post. He has managed a place in my story, in my life as always. Now he looks more grown up, has beard, moustache and a composure. The abs still remain as irresistable as always. The cheeks as kissable as always. But yes, he has grown. Grown as a person in all aspects. Now knows how to vent his turmoils. But still silly conveys me his feelings through display pictures and statuses. I catch every word. Word by word. Manages to stay the Bunny. And make me the Naina in all ways possible. The two being an amazing pair of characters from a bollywood romcom. The last few days have been quite revolutionary. Possession and jealousy hit him. Fortunately or unfortunately I don't know but he has feelings too. He set them free and well, I caught them. My best friend says he is not bound to stay. He has come to stay. I don't know. People never took him seriously. He was different in my perspective but. The ice-creams, posters, posts, chocolates, ...

Well attraction has no laws and norms but here is something I've been feeling about from quite sometime now. We like two kinds of people. One who are endowed with simplicity and rawness. They don't have any aspirations to stand out or be the pioneers. All they want is to lead an untangled non-fussy life which they keep solving and leading. But they don't lead. They just don't want to. They might appear to be passive and not ambitious and arousing enough in the first glance but these are people for keeps. You will feel comfortable around them naturally because they never show their talents. And so their strengths might surprise you at many times. You won't have to feel the need to compare here, you are clearly above them. Then there is the other kind you look up to. They are wild and full of life. A room with a tiger may go unnoticed but they just cannot be ignored. There is something that tells you to go up to them and converse but you know you wouldn't be able...

So if you can come over and read this post, you've had a childhood. Be it good or bad, but a childhood. You are alive this day to see the spectacles and things of whatever kind this world offers to you. But think about it, what if you just had died catching a dengue epidemic and never ever had seen or done the things you have until today. Sounds impractical? But dear today our nation is at a stage where one child dies every 20 seconds due to preventable diseases – highest anywhere in the world. You guys have declined food from your mother a numerable times. Not eaten in an attempt to cause impact over something you are questing for. What if all of a sudden you stop getting the very possibility of doing so: You don't get food. Life will itself be a quest for you then. But you won't realize that now. Just like a fish won't understand a camel. People like you and me have friends, mentors and relationships of all kinds. We can call up a friend a night before an important...

You know there is a reason real and rooted come together and are only given their due together. Real things cannot be spontaneous and rapid. Rooted things cannot take on masks. Falling word is in general used for love , as in falling in love, for a reason. Falling frees you from a lot of ties and brings the lost spark, just like an adventure sport. But dude you are falling! You are off the cliff. Just like Ted in the How I Met Your Mother series I too have fallen in and out very regularly. Infact as soon as out I'm in. You might judge me on that but that is something my sub-conscious makes me do. Believe that this time around it might work. Some have even been a day long ones. That's the shortest. I am and always will be guilty of being involved. And just like him I too was on an unintended search to find that true thing. But this is what the fucking rule says, you wouldn't get it as long as you have all of your on it. I see people around having friends with benefit...

Give those dreams to me. I'll see them with you. Hey people. what are your dreams? tell them to me. I want to live dreams. From my eyes. Your eyes. Everybody's eyes. Everyday! These are a big turn on for me. I dream big. Am too small maybe but my eyes seek for more and more and more always. And my heart quests for it. Have you ever heard of my night dreams? I see film scripts like really. They are so adventurous, heart thumping, happening, falling, rising and most importantly so realistic and fucking vivid that at times I doubt that was a real life incidence or just another dream. I narrate them to my classmates like life stories and am amused seeing them giggle. Its fun you know. Living my life has its perks. You'd find inspiration, creativity in every thing you'd see. A story every vase narrates. A smile every face hides. A need every rupee holds within itself. A sense every dress has. Dreams are free ended. They may take you to the negative side endlessly as we...