||OM NAMAH SHIVAYA||

Cause I have never seen YOU...
But I know how YOU are..
and This is how I imagine YOU..
Every SECOND..
Every MINUTE..
Every HOUR..<3<3












You made me Shine, you made me Glow..
You tolerated my Anger, you made me Flow..

You taught me no Crime..
and taught me how to Know!


You laughed when I said you're Mine..
and scared me with a Roar..

You Smiled when you saw me Angry..
You Smiled when you saw me Cry..
You Smiled when you knew I was Happy..
and Smiled when I flew High..

You knew I was Wrong and still Encouraged me for it..
and when I fell into Pieces, you were like "SO! Did you learn something from it?"

You taught me how to Row...and told me when to Slow?
You stood behind me Always, and this is how you made me Grow..

Papa says problems disappear when people Chant your Name..
You knew I was full of problems, so YOU ENTERED MY NAME..!

Whenever I went through any trouble you were the one I'd always Blame..
but when I called you to Save me, without feeling an inch of Shame..
You up from the Abode, yes from the Heaven SMILINGLY Came..

Whatever I do! With all my Heart and all my Dedication..
You never let my Efforts or my Prayers go Down in Vain..

I myself don't know how much I'm into you..
Your Single Thought and Single Sight..makes me more Mad and more Insane..!


Thank You for making me GROW under your Powerful Rays..
Thank You for picking me up and helping me SURVIVE this illuminating Human Race!

Apparently, There was a Hole in My Bucket!

A huge crowd of people in a line would always come standing outside my house for help.
For more obvious reasons, cutting down to the water.
Usually it's the water that's scarce more than anything but here the story was something else.
All they had was water, but what they didn't have was a container to let the water rest in.
I was thought to be the only person having a Huge Bucket, covering acres of land.
I would always give it away, as I shared sympathy because I was aware of the word empathy.
It was not like I was the God or an innocent victim to be shredded, but the reason behind that was the satisfaction and the feel good factor I enjoyed on how the village couldn't survive without me.
People started loving me then the God of Sun himself.
I took the pride Equally.
Started walking with a short man holding an umbrella of slavery right above my elongated head.
Months passed by,
seeing my shared sympathy grow into disgust and irritation.
Throwing tantrums to the sun, moon and back again.
My face was showered with embarrassing prominence and people tried their blood best to keep me happy.
I didn't let it go easily without having fun with their skinny legs running here and there to impress me.
But my head was never aware of all this illogical sadistic virtues that it had given birth to.
Then once on a sturdy stormy monsoon with hailstones falling every where people ran to save their lives and didn't come out for days.
Until one day after the Sun took a heap and glared up to me while I kept my hand on my sure of pride eyes glaring back at him.
People happy to their throats came out in coats to get the water from MY very powerful Godly huge Boat.
I stood there with sharp pointed eye brow waiting for my very short slave to get some water transferred in my royal palace.
He Came there running like never before with highest regard of fear.
I slapped with questions he did expect to hear,
He said the huge divine Bucket was empty, leaving no single drop to watch me in shame.
I shouted loud, calling all the villagers in disgrace on why they couldn't leave a single drop of water for me, I was about to take their case.
They were frightened by my tone but one of the leading men took the courage to look into my eyes and answered me.
He said, Apparently madam there's a tiny hole in your Bucket which made it pour all the collected water on our very own mother earth.
My facial muscles on knowing I am no longer helpful to them, left me and ran towards the villagers.
I felt Guilty till the tip of the mount Everest and they shared anger to the same.
They obviously didn't say anything and left with zero gratitude towards me with an urge to knock on someone greater at heart and better mind's door.
They eventually stopped doing things for me and the very short slave of mine left me with an even short notice for a short reason being the short, small and tiny hole in my bucket.
I lost everything in seconds because apparently there was a small hole in my Big huge Bucket!

A Room with out Curtains.

As I walked past the empty bottle with no cap, lying on the floor,
and entered my room which looked like it was in between of a Renovation process,
I ignored as always.
But when my gifted sight blinked twice watching the curtains being missed I stepped back in shame.

Cursing my resident building for being made up of glass and pulling me back towards the pitched embarrassment.

I ran away in my shorts and my dad's loose shirt.
My brain pumping enough blood to my body nerves signaling,
It's not how I am, the world doesn't know me like that.
Wearing proper decent clothes which is so subjective,
I sighed and entered again like a gentleman and cleaned it with utter clarity,
Well, better than the maid aunts,
whose job is doing this better everyday!

With whatever accident that had made my room curtains missing,
Now it hardly mattered to me anymore.

What mattered was the fake life I was living which created a sheer comfort zone then for me.
I wouldn't be harsh to my motives and the things I did like doing,
But sincerely it's all in general as in how people call it LAZINESS, because it is.

Wearing My dad's T-shirt was not wrong,
Wearing shorts was not wrong,
But hiding it from the world like I committed a crime was WRONG!

Entering my room like a drug addict was not wrong,
But walking past the empty bottle lying on the floor was WRONG.
Keeping my room in disgrace was WRONG.
Accepting myself like one of the rich brats was WRONG,
giving space for the laziness to spread in my veins more than the blood itself was WRONG!

What a ROOM HAVING NO CURTAINS taught me on an AFTERNOON,
Is that replacing a maid aunt in your house to a new workout machine,
Can give a Soul to a Body,
Can be the salt in your food,
filling like the Audience in the Audi!

Why I love Twilight Saga ?

I don't really get it when love for a Subject, Topic or in my case, a Movie can judge a person so significantly.
I do have a belief on the thought that our likes - dislikes shape up our personality, but then the word to be used is Magnificent !

When you can have matured, genius, educated people doing their PhD. on the exclusive characters of the "Lord of the Rings"
Me falling in love with a movie, suddenly makes me dumb, irrational and aim-less in life.
NO !

It's not about,
*OMG how hot Robert Pattinson is* or
*How Taylor lautner's abs give you high BP* and
*how elegant Kristen Stewart looks while she's a vampire*

It's about them getting so involved in the character that they themselves forget their own personality(and you can feel that).

It's not just about how a vampire falls in love with an average looking,
failing in her fashion sense, confused female !

It's about a lion falling in love with its prey !
A novel or a story is something that makes you think
*OMG how???*
*Now what?!?!*

This is not a fantasy, this is exactly how life is.
You have to be smart enough to connect it to your lateral mind beam.

It's not about a fight between a Ware-wolf and a vampire,
It's about a similarity sometimes you get to share with your enemy.
It makes you close, and diagonally its how you start liking your enemy.

It's not about the whole movie being made with 3 different opined characters together,
It's about how in todays world extreme opposite souls breathe, Work, talk and laugh with each other.

It's not about how bella gets pregnant with a vampire?!?!
It's about the Secret' the universal law being so impI don't really get it when love for a Subject, Topic or in my case, a Movie can judge a person so significantly.
I do have a belief on the thought that our likes - dislikes shape up our personality, but then the word to be used is Magnificent !

When there can be matured, genius, educated people doing their PhD. on the exclusive characters of the "Lord of the Rings"
Me falling in love with a movie, suddenly makes me dumb, irrational and aim-less in life.
NO !

It's not about,
*OMG how hot Robert Pattinson is* or
*How Taylor lautners abs give you high BP* and
*how elegant Kristen Stewart looks while she's a vampire*

It's about they getting so much involved in the character that they themselves forget their own personality, and you can feel that.

It's not just about how a vampire falls in love with an average looking,
Failing in her fashion sense, confused female !
It's about a lion falling in love with its prey !
A novel or a story is something that makes you think
*OMG how???*
*Now what?!?!*

This is not fantasy, this is illogical life,
You have to be smart enough to connect it to your lateral mind beam.

It's not about a fight between a Werewolve and a vampire,
It's about a similarity sometimes you get to share with your enemy.
It makes you close, and diagonally its how you fall in love with your enemy.

It's not about the whole movie being made with 3 different opined characters together,
It's about how in today's world extreme opposite souls breathe, Work, talk and laugh with each other.

It's not about how bella gets pregnant with a vampire?!?!
It's about the 'Secret, the universal law being so impartial and justifying to her.

It's about the love you'd never get to see between these distinctive characters 'Stephanie Meyer' has created.

I mean how can you fall in love with your food?
Or What if you fall in love with your food?
It makes you think and go bonkers over it.
What least could happen?
Death !
No? You cannot die !
You're already dead, then?
Adjust.
Well that is what life teaches, though it's between a vampire and a human,
But you love it when god gives you that common sense, that wisdom to relate it to your lives.

In here even if you fall in love with something so ironical that you'd die if you don't get it,
But You still can't, they'll consider you to be mentally sick.

I mean, come on you have to study, make your career,
Dream to be a model, be on the front page of Vogue etc. etc.
But if you compromise with it and deceive death and live with it.
You are living the Edward Cullen life.

How can a young to be 18 year old want to marry so fast and have babies?
She must be so old school,
She must be a big time idiot !
NO !
Think, what made a strong female adult choose this tough decision?
How strong her love might have been?
How lucky she'd be to have someone love her so much !

It's not about spending your entire life with someone who can kill you any moment,
It's about having that COURAGE, that strong immense regard to live, love and die.
Kill or get killed by someone you love.
I mean I would prefer that.
Wouldn't you? better than any disgusting Death !

It's not about having a vampire-human half-ly mortal baby.
It's about naming your first very baby the collaboration of your moms and your mother-in-laws name [Rene-Esmee].
It's about loving your baby, so much with whatever it is born with or lacks to have.
It's not about those *wow* powerful gifts every vampire had !
It's about every human being upholding their powerful potential gifts, which they are still unaware of.

It's not about only fighting against strangers but sometimes your own land and type people.
That sometimes making them get aware of a fact, can lead to a deathly fight.

It's about nature proving every time that it's the king of his own wisdom and choice.

It's not about a how a ware-wolf falls in love with a girl who is 17 very years younger to him.
It's about a sign saying love is something you cannot afford to challenge.

It's not about how lucky bella is to have a choice between two of the most handsome men ever, it is about how difficult things can get sometimes by choosing any one of them,
And after choosing one,
how strong willed person she is to make her brain understand who exactly is perfect for her.

It's a feeling depicted by them,
on how difficult it is for a girl to leave her parents abode and never see them again.

It's about walking through the isle with your papa around,
It's about that *don't know what* feeling you feel when you imagine that happening to you.

WELL,
It's not just about being fast, taking high jumps, sucking blood and concluding to the supernatural powers.

In the end of the day it's about a life someday you will definitely live.

I am a Twilight Saga fan,
For showing me life in such a small span of time,
and will be one forever.

Thank you Stephanie Meyer,
I owe you high !

Thankyouu Robert Pattinson for acting out Edward Cullen so beautifully.

Thankyouu Kristen Stewart for making every girl relate to you.

Thankyouu Taylor lautner for an immense high adventurous ride you put us through.

My personal favorite character from the movie was Carlisle.
I actually cried when your momentous death came across, and I was the happiest to move out of the theater when I saw you come back

Forever Fan !

TASTE FOR THE TASTE-LESS !

'Interpretations' is my Favourite and a Favourable word adjoined with an 'S'.

When you read the Title of this very piece in front of your Retina rays,
What do you feel?

Giving Birth to a 3rd Small brain-analysed neurons, I will try to talk for the Lot.

We often Wrap ourselves around things which may not be willing to Wrap us with that well enlightened intensity.
That is when you have a 'Taste for the Taste-less'.

You adore something so deeply and Let going is just not Possible,
Is when you become that Board 'Pin' and Pin down your Loyal love on the Jute board and Sigh !
You see? 'Taste for the Taste-less'.

Your Life is so Colour-Ful that the Rainbows themselves fill Your colours in their empty buckets,
But does it matter to You?
For your His happiness comes First.
He is very happy without your VIBGYOR,
(That's what he thinks) and he doesn't need it at all.

Shan't you marry the Rainbow then?
But No, you are ready to be Black and white for him.
Aren't you?

'Taste for the Taste- less'.

For you She means the World,
She means the Missisipi Mud,
The 8th wonder or the very new electronic gadget.

But she's an Utter Disappointment,
All she wants is your 24X7 attention and doesn't want to give anything in return.
She can live happily without your presence (that's what she thinks) and will without any regrets.

But you don't Give up !

'Taste for the Taste- less'?

you can relate to all this,
Or you just simply Love eating 'Raw-Rice'.
Or the Chalk Powder?
Or
'TASTE anything that is TASTE- LESS' !

A Random, Stupid, Normal, Exciting, Overwhelming SONG. (someone wanted me to express my views on a SONG with SOUND)

This is how, I define any SONG with SOUND.

You bring more life, to things that could path dead..

You cement my soul amid-st the sole of my lovely leg..
People label my head with just a tone that you flawlessly shed..

What is that you spray, that even the rain-drops fall sigh in a ray,
Why is that you say, without pouring out words, your heart vengefully says HEY!
Who is that? Your center is trying to express excellence?
When is that, you will answer all these humanistic questions? 

In this automatizing world, why do I happen to choose you? 

maybe you are the one that helps me match up the world, 

or you THINK that I can improve you!? 
is it? but no you are the one that augments me
place new sounds of fragments in me..

You help me differentiate between, theme, reverb and resonance..
though letting me digest, the scooped out essence..
directing me to pray, sing and do more penance..
Which in short helps me to counsel my Id(a psychological term),                                                          this is how I use it as a self-defense.
 

SERENDIPITY; A CUPID, I found so witty.

At the distance of some couple of meters, were we standing.
Seconds that had pass bloodlessly, came then Mr. Love Radiator,
Having see me jobless throughout, 
watching his bow~arrow, fight for the flight, 
filling his heart with uprightness,
feeling some delicacy for me and you, 
he just couldn't resist on his god-favored hands,
flourished me with inclination, tenderness, zeal, and LOVE and hit you with what you might know,
I guess I couldn't concentrate on your blood-beating organ, 
I was astray-ed in my agony anyway.

As soon as I come into my senses,
I don't really remember who I'm and who I was!

WHO is to be blamed now? Cursed? Confounded?

The CUPID- an employee or the GOD- the boss?!

What do I call it? Stupefying!
Without bidding or uttering, you leave me spell-bounding~!
Making me live life at the worse, breaking my every relation with the beautiful 7-hour coma, with every heart and every brain!

IS the same case with you? Or you were strong enough to bear that hot arrow of emotion and devotion.
So strong, that you pulled it out of your heart and threw it that far???
I wish I could do the same, fortunately or unfortunately I was bitterly late!

This piece of me strokes my peace away, and that is how I relate, because I actually love it, it is the way!
Relate to SERENDIPITY and by the way
THE CUPID WAS WITTY.