a nice song

i look high and see the ember paints the morning sky
harboring with the wings of laments
soaring worthlessly over the sky fire
summer winds reminds me of the silent aeons
The gales carries the tale of valor
burning the canvas of youth in vertical depths
the enchanted perfume of the earth fanned with blood
alas who finds their home in graves
The dark ripples of the time will reminds us of you
beyond the darkened space and time
from the ancient the untouched stories sweeps
textures vivid with galore of heroes chivalry over the celestial blanket
as i walk i can smell the hearten breath
the peril shall spread from smokes
vestige will reminds us of that era and our tribesmen
the old voices will pour us wisdom from the sky

Tainted lust

Rage and counting the tyranny of the morning sun to wash away the sins sans cult insipid.Shattered remains like the proverbial verses of burzum.Night fears it fate.Floating and crumbled its pride into dust.Effervesces of the tainted lust fades.
The light pierce the dark wretched sky. The cadence of nocturnal requiem with a sullen voice singing a my desolation song. morning carrying the blood of the colour blind night with a dangling soul in the crystal clear sky.the unquiet hulking dies in the embracing arms of enchanted raising sun .we are doomed to face a cold nihility of day light.My dreams still conversing with my head.Periphery of the dark tale still tethered for my own dark night inside me .My calloused heart bathed in the shimmering moonlight .A myriad shades etching the brimming horizon for a tenebrous platform .Momentum gained and fulled with the sublime chaos.The propagation is a teaser.Conceptualizing and mocking my head like Odysseus

Mujhe waisa hi same-to-same chahiye basssssssss. Mujhe nai pata kuch :-/

#3

A urge so riving
Scathing indicative mocking human sentiment threads
She says ` see i am a women`
Come and doff the stains of disgrace cling to my dirty face.
Yank out this heart which is calcified now
A vagina impregnated with molestation
Realism to illusion i chummed my way
People insatiable slake for my body is still there
Are we the motif with which man related to vulgarity
Down there when you will exfoliate, you will find the divinity
A gush of brewing love for you all
With a tear in my eyes...............

Cliche

My ruptured screams fades
The glaring death moon teases me
Night beckons with a seductive whisper
Calling me into the nature dark abyss
Without thoughts the veering wind blows
By the shone stars ..lark whistling our stories
Reminding me of the last serenade to you
I lament .. pensive of inward thoughts engulfs me
Ebbing quenchless thirst for scent of nocturnal nectar
A sad cliché
Nothing is left when you put me into tragic snap
My emotion are served with no purity
Darling all the romanticized are fucked
I am still longing for you in my old world
Blank time and dissension to a hate crafted world
A barren march to the land where your darkened hatred radiates
I m broken to the decline
Emotionally drained out of love
How you want me to behave?
The inner peace is broken in me
Your cold heart chronically diffused me
Like a bewildered chimes my strings orchestrated
I lose the entire sweet carol
As I am left alone for no one

Out

Walking and flagging down by the lane of nostalgia garden. Birds warbling amid the fervor of bustling leaves. Listening to squawking, as I tread over the dried fallen leaves. My undressed thoughts seared from my mind again. Carbon dated sedated envisage of you swarming which are etched with my ancient bohemian love. Idyllic sentimentality meandering in galore with each pulsating echoes. Those memories smeared inside my mental chrome where the color was sepia .Billowing a atramentous tale of us.. As I troll by the enchanted dawn where nights darkness is dying in the arms of this mesmerizing morning breeze. I am smitten by its tranquility, harboring a new day to start. My wandering mendicant metal tribulations pulls me back into the sanatorium where engraved picture of you still daub to ricochet of my life.

Teacu(S)p :)

Tea comes to the rescue of " grey cell rejuvenation. ". Its been a daily tale now,sipping scalding tea with peers.Hailed from a domicile place which finds its place in Google search as world largest tea producing area. I never had such a penchant for this aromatic beverage. Tea swap & slurring many topic when i round up for table discussions. Forming and pertaining to assortments, condiments, associated snacks sometimes. Tea, a reasonably warm darling companion for charm and subtle, subdued, mellow intellectuality & sensibilities without being pompous, grand, gay, pretentious and gaudy .The relative class room talks and little bit tweaks here and there to drab and coming out of paraphernalia. A cup of tea with peers who humbly welcome me and allow me to fly with them in the colourful sky of mongrel talks. Friends and a cup of tea sashaying around in the restaurant or street stalls which has conceived me to the most and probing me to earnestly attempt at a boundary less culture sans bracketisations, biases, prejudices only to be assimilated in a cauldron of the cerebrum. To rediscover me and the horizons yet to find. peace & cheers right back at you all. A write up with all connotations intact to thanks. A sweet classy touch to the informal bonhomie and camaraderie involving myriad mental wavelengths and exchange of idea and courses among peers, chums and pals alike exceeding region, time and space.

Twilight haze

My head is a buzzed with groggily noise.

A philanthropic breath of cigarettes by my side

I am bought forth by own introspection

Retrieve me from the cocoon of my own misery.

I am sitting still in that magical stile

Flicking with the shadow and playing with the tangerine sky

Silhouette deforming as my trepid hand moves.

I can`t... Without you..A fear stalks and my screams fades

Strangling tear drops.. I was hexed by your benevolent lust

I fly to the twilight haze and cry out `let me die`

But sabre recollects my blood.

With an emptiness within I try again

Still a disorderly echo yapping inside me

I am still lost in the wallpaper of your words.

Pushed into a cosmic consternation without any intelligence

Sweeping me .. and gapping me more from my sense

Deprived of torching the somnolent love in you

Deride all the feeling you had..

So cold and dry waiting there

I am falling..deep down and dreaming with my slumbering eyes

The entwined love roots of yours is captivating my heart

Branching my thoughts which still reminiscence.

I am losing my way into life's intricate web

Every night confusion wakes up as I sleep

The maze of my own thought don`t me sleep

The glowing insomnia sculpture thoughts about you all night long ...

Again this human network seems to fiend with my life. I am sick of being so manipulative.Sick of surmounting peoples words and their typecast behavior.Each moment seems like a theme where people comes and scoff me off. I am sick of attaining the periphery of being a scapegoat. I cant value you now. the illustration of life and you filling my cauldron with those redundant bullshits of yours. I am sorry i cannot reach to the length you want me to be.

#2

I dunno why I am missing my home and Assam a lot today. maybe people are posting too many bihu greeting on fb. The smell of Bihu is in the air and again i will be missing this fest .It makes me sad..This song seems fine to doff all those feelings from my head .

Second column –last bench

Location- class room

Victim- we and to be more specific I will stick to the nominative singular pronoun i.e I

The victim got voice ,but as most of the student wont dare this .I am doing it for myself. Its not like that I wanna be heard or something.

Tools used- my notebook,my pen,my mobile Nokia C3

2.15 P.M , I got a message from Rupali regd the ordained lecture. Later Vaishali also text-ed me about the lecture. Thanks to both else I would be in my room doing something unproductive . Most of the guys of my batch were even not aware of this lecture. Thankfully I wasn`t left out. When we are aloof from such lecture a bout of guilt blooms. And being in class and rant about it is another sort of joy which i get or most of the students get.

After a long time I am maddeningly subjected to such ordeal upon which I will tread on. I will be random while writing. I will write as things seeps into my head according to the prevailing situation. So tone with me and no edited form of this write will be available.

(I clicked it with lot of valor ,even though its kinda white hazy)

This teacher voice is not at audible,by the time any word fly and enters into my ear drum its fades /dies out. I dunno from where he got this thermo-oxidative notes. The tenacity of the pages can vouch for some negative number (if there is any) . If anyone takes those pages and bend it I am pretty sure it wil break. These notes seems to be preserved from the age of mohanjadaro civilaztion. He must be damn captious about those pages. My goodness this teacher hardly speaks as of he got a limited quota of reserved words. After every diagram he sculpted out he{smite} . i dunno why he does that as we were any savant descendant of Archimedes to understand all. How thoughtful of you Sir. But see this guy(diligent student) sitting at the back bench is not buying anything. To be honest you are pushing me in the state of comatose. I`m bored. sir unknowingly you arre doing a severe mass obliteration of my brain cells. And here Sushmita goes,asking something to him. Good see sir your credulous students hears you.

*After 15 mins*

God why time doesn’t flip its wings fast. I cant stop looking at him. His geometry needs to explained. He is this ectomorph and wearing specs. If he would have been a bit more taller and his upper chamber would have been devoid of intelligence .He would have been the next lucky one for the position of that scare-crow.He is teaching us something –PHASE DIAGRAM, compositions. How ironic he`s not aware of my mental phase and how immiscible my attention is to his lecture. Ah something weird things spat me. my teacher face resembles to my fav cartoon character Mr Garrison of SOUTHPARK. Total ditto

I must say my teacher got some flock of anderelin antic else how can anyone be so utterly boring.

Now he is writing something on the blackboard and his font size..my gooddddnessssssssssssss..

I need a magnifying glass. I need to rummage for my spec now. he writing is worthless too.

If Gandhi would have been alive he must have gulp thousand time before quoting

~good handwriting is a necessary part of education`. He failed the Gandhian in me. I need to whip my spec to actually fathom what he wrote. I don’t know what he actually want to didactic??????

2.45 P.M I am in total state of trance. Some one lug me out when he is done..

Out of boredom

Location- Polymer department

Time -9.30 AM

Tools for writing- My laptop, my mobile phone ,my specs, my brain etc

I was all crabby this morning. I got debt sleep if there is any. Last night I dug into bed like at 3 AM and this morning lug out of bed at around 7 AM. In the dreamland I was busy trolling around, suddenly I heard a call.

Roop Bhaiya Roop Bhaiya apka laptop ka password kiya hai? –Ayush voice was groggy all these while. He chopped the mental tribulation which was connecting me with the dreamland (fallacy).

`Its *****************` I replied with a dopey eye.

` I can’t access it yet`- He replied. He was waiting for a while swooning with anticipation. Ayush was not aware of the flurry of my mind. I was still counting on my sleep. While he broke into a loud thud..

Roooopppppp Bhaiyyaaaaa_ -- total nasalised wala type ka awaaz.

I yanked myself from the bed and hurdled to type my password.

I again hitchhiked my head to my pillow ,but that thing (I don’t know what’s that ) was gone. I couldn’t sleep now. I was all laid awake with a wide-eye. And by then Ayush jested in this typical way

Are aap utha gaye(You woke up?)- Ayush was trying to be apologetic but his spiel was nowhere near to do any judgement.

Anyway I couldn’t be idyllic to him for the moment. I took my brush and inched to the washroom.

There after I gobble some toast and butter (which i am been eating from the last semester).The mess wala is also so akin to this habit of mine that he serves me what-I-like without asking me. I just throw a smile and eat it.

My typical day unfolds like this way only most of the time. By 9 AM I was all clad up for college. Today before leaving I wrenched my charger and laptop, tucked them both into my college sack.

Thank God I did else I won’t be writing all these junk now. I am sitting alone and not a single known face to see.

What brawling inside me head right now?

I am dumb folded right like most of the time, but as i have promised myself that i smear this white page with something every day so I am hooked to my own rules. Fine yesterday was such a rough day in many way. Like Murphy`s law if one thing goes wrong it is bound that everything will roll down to follow it.

First I had a tiff with this raw material dealer at malad. Somehow i kept my composure and bought only ten kgs from that dingbat. That old bloke was yapping like a autistic kid..Maybe descreptiness. Seems to render one`s mind. I told to myself what the point in subjecting myself to a tiff with a senile. His son maybe in his late 40`s was a gentleman who asked me to dump my temper and buy material if i want to. I bought like ten kgs of LDPE.

Second badinage- yeah. .. But i need to trade myself to yesterday`s flashback. Kashif charred my skins in a friendly banter way. He overpowered me and lit this lighter to burn my elbow. They epidermis hair got burned with this conflagration. A putrid stench of burning spread out. I daubed the spot with some post burn cream.

Third badinage- I subjected myself to a lecture just 15 prior to its end. I asked the prof can I seat to acquire some knowledge . but he entitled me to the gateway. I was welcomed like as a fart in a phone booth. I should not have gone inside. Anyway

Fourth – My research guide rebuked like anything. You are a fool and you don’t know how to write an application. Blah blah blah . I was like God save me. Somehow he said get-out and I survived this apocalypse. I was marooned for a while but I knew there is no point to sulk as the fault was own only.I should have known how to do the stuffs his way.

Fifth mishap_-- A bird pooped over my bag. Birds bad luck or mine??

Bird maybe like- ~shit I missed~

`dhai sala chiriya ne hag diya(damn this bird pooped over my bag)~

Some time I feel this public display of affection is done us knowingly. In yesteryears these birds (Pigeon) used to have a lot of shaan and rutba( reputation ). There used to got cameo roles in movies and sometime featured in songs to convey letter to the beloved by guys. I must tell you this tech era have made them obsolete . So I can understand where this pent-up gushing frustration will go. How can any one drink away own`s insult. So stream down ,dump all the anger through the pre-former of their body (yeah whats its called anus??)

I yanked my bottle and washed off that poop.

After that i headed towards lab. It was evening time and I was sitting inside the lab like flower pot. I wont talk about other peers now. I will be a narcissistic for few more mins. I went out with Amey and Vaishali to meander. We sauntered and talked... and finally we returned back to hostel and ........Isleep

A song

Ah like always I was trying out some new music and I tumbled upon this band Fa’thu and the Early Birds. I fell in love with her arcane yet bravura voice. This band is from Maldives .