Femme

Specks of pensive and the parlance of an obscure wallpaper that enshroud the hemisphere of my own ricochet. The darkness of Society ..the darkness in me. I am basking and trudging on the alley of mosaic dreams. I am here with a façade daubed with people`s slang up vulnerability. The aggrandizing estrogen personae. My visions are delirious and the rut is dilapidated .Foolish and feeble mind cremates the life. For them and for the stereotypes cult, I part by venom away.Spit and multistage me..Supremacy of bearing a calm deity is ill-assorted .The divine virginity in me, which is impious now. I am sinned. Veiled in my own blasphemous deeds and sins. Personified and diabolical.

Swifter eulogized utter for the charm carries a staunch fetid.But who got the parallax vision to see the shortcomings and scrutinized .The unflinching courage to refute. The beauty that prevailed and dwell ed in the heinous pseudonym society. The tempted vibes seethes in the young heart, laden with lasciviousness .I am here and will be here. The beauty. I am transient and you folks will pleasantly decipher the exfoliated meaning. The visage of my transformation is slowly washed with ages. The mantle glows and the energy grafted is been transformed from embryo to a damsel. Symbolizing and churning out the tenderness. I am the spectral princess. I smell of the celestial mercurial chronicles.

I am the infinity.I am the femme

Bareness

Eeriness of my room, haunts me like a remains 

Light reflected from the chipping off paint wall

Walk over the shattered bottle of absinthe 

Too weak,to move, to leave the self imposed prison

Same old dirty skin, I wear again with shame

I covered by soul in it, hiding the bareness from world

assimilating and sailing away in the black river of fate

My darkened room, a reality about my existence

The falling sunlight dies,as it grasp for breathe

This standpoint drifts every time,I hear you cry

in the heart shaped strainer of gold, I  collect your tears

You wept and wept

Eyes welled up, and it narrates a story of a bygone lover

In the deep aches, you cringe

Tonight, the clouds will paint it grey

And a looming somber tale, for the stars

Rains drop, will drop by the cobbled streets where she sits

As a companion , to ease her heavy heart

A restored bit, tangled within

Slowly I unfurl,to weave you a warmth

Ink me with love

A house of pale pages,read by stale air and forlorn dust
Life bitten like an old prune
Untimely desertion, with rapturous; only joyful skin that bathed in a ocean of caustic puss
Skin layers like flakes, waiting for your mere sight to say " good bye love"
Another night, by that street light..
That trench, when I acted heroine to you, after being raped
Flickering dim light bulb, as I play along
Bottle of cold beer, untouched, slowly the hot fetid air engulfs it.
My pen still lies inside, counted aeons, ricocheting the dried verses with dried ink
Lost mystical sans a corporeal existence ..
Finger skin tips exfoliates, by the mere weight of  pen, as I wield
Eyes tries to paint the sky blue with a blackened nib
Ah!!
Words humbly flutters to weave a prosaic canvas, but its all blotches of artificial beauty
The ache alike of a crywar, still cringes
Bruised heart work throbbing to the broken vivid kaleidoscope
It plunges me deeper to affliction

--Roop
 06.08.18

Hi, Delhi/NCR

Hi, Delhi/NCR

I dug up roots from Mumbai,and cautiously picked up every fragments, human tie, those moments and shifted to Delhi/NCR. I shifted here on 2nd March,2018. The day when everyone was playing with colours, I was somewhere up in the air,sobbing bland within,as I shifted. Its sometimes hard expose ourselves to the bareness of a new culture, so many inexperienced things,scary ones and delightful ones. Couple of days I stayed at H1 Sir place, he was really supportive with this whole endeavor. He is really a nice human being with a very caring soul,and for this I will remain indebt.

goodbye,
Mumbai

Write now

We're Gods

Am I beautiful? She amusedly asked

He couldn`t resist, and blasted like a laughter machine gun

She wrapped him around, and punched him, in banter

Come on, tell me, she persisted

No, you are not, what are you going to do about it?,  he said with a stark blank face, as if a kid dropped an ice-cream, and no one is there to hear him cry, and momentarily he embraces in clamor  

I feel beautiful, she adamantly said, when I am with you

"You- Am I a source of grace, to magnify and paint someone beautiful, even if there are weak, ugly and soiled from interior?

She heard him, with a dopey eyes, and rested self in the asymmetrical dimension of her own confusion and confidence

As she lifts her soul, she felt like giving away, an alliance with gravity, to soar up high.

She whispered, her words flutter from her saucy red lips, as she dropped her cloths, as he fix his eyes on her taut breasts

Her words, elixir soaked, wafts like a waterdrop could on a barren hot land, and the evanescence lost,

Guest itself into his pious souls and interlocks

I am the womb, I am the source of life, I am the beauty, I am the ugliness, I am the finite and infinite

We are gods! Narcissus replied

Droplet

In the vast expanse, I reel myself every inch, I way my out through daily proclivities, the basked up sun and the pale moon, billowing, as cold winds plays and touch it`s face , and underneath we weave our tales, and serenades, struggling and trying to live someone`s else life. Dramatized and agonized, wish I could escape, but my feet, slovenly passes each day through pandemonium, beat up dead, all joy and desires charred. I brazenly flout, but I could hem  my existence, so vividly requisite, as I am a drop taken out of an ocean, so solitary, and forced to gaze the water ripples ,being born and breath its last, listlessly. I am out, still I   somehow feels the tentacles chained to me, you hurt me more, still I know I created you inside my head, in my brain`s foggiest ,I could faintly see you, slowly dying as a nebulous cloud of sand dust, in a faraway galaxy, from thousand years old, or maybe more.

A crisis of love, and a gawky touch. Oh!!Now  I could breathe alone, in this fracture world. Still, your reminisce; keep me warm in this world so cold, unreservedly.  But I have to live such kind of life, with or without you.

~ Passing thoughts, Roop K.Nath

Ode to you!!!

Venue- Sai Palace, Mira road,Mumbai

Date- 9th Jan,2017