SHE

Well! The following collection of rhythmic words doesn't specifically deal with someone but with every single "SHE" reading these. I've been an admirer of Indian women since I understood, well I never exactly understood them, but since the time I was capable of trying to do so.


You might wanna know about my above stated skill, interested  people visit-
http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2013/10/charismatic-her-breeches-it-was-misty.html

Being a "Being" of 21st century and also being a liberal youth, I'm comfortable with the idea of youngsters falling in love and adoring her beloved. But well, this haven't served the best for most of the 'Guys' out there, resulting in their acts of desperation causing a lot of trouble to the opposite community i.e. 'girls'. So, the piece of literature below, in no way cure, prevent, or help anything stated above, this was something I wanted to say. Pun intended
To summarize
You can read this creation, considering the type of reader you may be I'll be giving you a perspective for reading it. "Identify your category"

• A- You are a person belonging to the female community, Please mam do enjoy it. Its for you, form the person you think, adores you the most.
• B-  You're a guy and well lets just say committed or in a MUTUAL love kind of relationship. Consider this is from you to her.

• C- Well You people need to understand it the most.All my Single guys buddies out there, if you are one of this, with due respect, adoring or admiring a women is totally a worthy stuff, I mean that's just great, if she accepts it, bingo. But, If she doesn't you don't make her do it. I mean, you saw a girl, you liked the way she looked, you might wanna stare at her for a long time, you can. You might wanna even touch yourself (I believe you shouldn't but), sure you can. but dude you don't follow her, you do not force her to talk to you, and well you know everything you do to get her, DON'T. people who belong to C category but never did such stuff, OK good.

But wait! Well who am I to say, I just wanted a little chit chat before i put up my creation. So, forget everything I said, It doesn't concern this. Enjoy reading

P.S.- People wondering about my category, keep wondering!

 SHE

I glare the nights of her curly stripes,
and succumb to death on her little wish.
The hopes were filth, expectations were guilt,
in my utopia, I was her little world.
 Slum, sluggish & sober was my life so far,
Yet i stood in a place, Seemingly Bizarre.

I stare the silver lines leaving her calm lashes,
finding their way & cutting through her cheeks,
they drop like Niagara, on her fragile feet.
I get too close, to see her rose,
like a bud on a cloudy day.
She looked at me with a silent gaze,
In a hope of a shining ray.

The Vanilla Dragon

It was a fine sunny day. Quite a hectic day as well. Sometimes, when we're too calm to differ, we just stare at stuff and we find very fascinating scenery walking around. I discovered something of this sort when I came up with this piece of literature. Sitting on the window seat of a bus, a 100 kilometers to travel.

THE VANILLA DRAGON

 

Facing to the sky were two sleepy eyes,

Riding in a bus, fascinating inside.

Staring through the window,

to a snowy creature, up the valley

a little ahead and there it was,

the never ending rally.

 

White, High, Uptop and Dense,

 lets just say, certainly immense.

That tail went down,

to the blue shining hay,

burning with black,

was its tip turned grey.

Strong and Stout just like a Steed,

those eyes turned wide, staring with greed.

On its feet held flat,

& the knees bent down,

it was seemingly above,

from the utopian ground.

Out of the league, were his hands too short,

pointing a Fish or something of that sort.

He had no fingers,

but a snowy little claw.

His head up high,

with a mesmerizing jaw.

 

Fire or snow or maybe water it threw,

but it had no eyes to see that view,

Staring it from behind,

was a bleat little tom (Cat),

 standing on the aisle. he was,

getting ready for a prom.

And then the winds picked their pace,

the scenery we had started loosing its grace.

Everything scattered in a thick lake of white,

lost in vanilla was our charming Dragonite.

I'm Coming Home

Human are the most vulnerable creatures of society, physically as well as emotionally. They are more of a safety seeking but not facing forces type animals. Well, most of the animals in fact at some extent all the existing mammals are of those type, they seek for protection. And the only place where one can find unconditional peace, somewhere one can actually feel like home is, "HOME" itself.

This melody below is nothing but a story or a routine day of a mammal that usually squeaks, to be more precise a mouse. Who does everything he loves, and needs to when he's in the outer world but gets its feel of security when it gets "home" 

SQUEAKING DELIGHT

Speaking's too heavy may be that's why thou squeak,

Keeping you heads steady no where thou lead,

Hiding behind the things all around,

Thou struggle a lot to avoid that sound

thou carve, when you run to surround,

Walking's not what what you really know,

Your pace is in your pockets,

With your buttocks on the belt,

But when nothing works well,

You ought to crock it.

However, It proves to be of no help.

Those stiff and stubborn hairs all the way,

From your squeezing little nose,

To those tiny little feet,

Thou smell like cheese as what the say,

Your tails's pointing them,

you're in a bit haste

But you're out of that dope,

Thou have no time to waste.

Peeping from behind, of a sugar coated Mallow,

Thou took your bite and no time to swallow,

The belly beneath when touched the floor,

Thou ran away from the next door,

To a place where peace resides in the walls,

And the fear of death never walk through the hall,

  May be it's not too large where one can fit,

But the most safest place ever for thou, 

" a pit"

Rhythmic Harmony

NOCTURNE

The sound of silence was on its peak

The night was on fire, & the moon was weak

Air blew with a soft touch, but hard and slow

The sky was dark but with a grayish glow,

The king of night was dim, pale white,

His treasure was lost & faded behind,

Those immense warriors of rain have again, won the fight

The trees were sad, & their leaves were down,

Their shining pearl was ready to touch the clumsy ground,

For a moment, everything took rest

The sky lost all what he had,

Those pebbles and pearls

Were the sign of a holy zest

Because the huge hearted, the almighty, the king,

Was throwing pebbles on the wall,

And with that came those showers and rains,

The sound of silence, was just lost in wane.

Burning cliffs

"Words left unsaid goes unheard"

 At times, We have a lot to say, a lot to explain, but words, they betray you. When a random selection of words becomes your introduction, and all what you speak was just an irony for your thoughts. When Sarcasm hides the actual meaning of your letters, and all what you mean was all what you actually said.

"Dude, you are breaking the rules"

Sometimes, somethings seems so unnecessary to even pay a heed upon, You rise you fall down, you laugh to yourself and get back up again. You hold every emotion, every sort of complications and falling within yourself. And soon, a time comes when all sort of those miscarriages get more than you can bear, And when you loose all sort of patience you had and that's the time when you rise again.

He's volcano

Rising and falling he went too high,

Unknown and unaware of the untold stories,

Smiling too hard he forgot to cry,

Laughing and chanting he had no worries,

( No worries...Haha)

So smooth and calm,

Despite of a bundle of milestones,

His life was dusk and his eyes were dawn,

His head too high,

To the horizon it rose,

Staring at him the night felt rough,

She wanted to, but couldn't escape

His looks were tough.

Like a glimpse of divine in the darkest hour,

He seemed too high like a drowning ship,

Life from his arms was slipping away,

He went deep down like a mind hunting freak,

He found those devils, those beasts he beard,

Deep down in his throat his own words travelled,

Boiling and bubbling was a big bright heart,

It had a lot, a lot to give,

But was bounded to keep his tongue short,

A box of lies with a bundle of truths,

Those letters with love and a pact beneath,

To never open up his heart, the way he feels,

He had nothing much to be proud of,

But those letters of liberty and a pact of chivalry.

A day dim bright was not too good,

He was getting insane,

No one knew the reason behind,

May be it was his heart, which couldn't reach up-to his mind,

The day turned dark, a pact was broken,
Silence to sympathy, loyalty to liberty,
He was turned upside down,
(He erupted)
And threw thing far, far where no one can see,
As soon as the day turned to night,
he was dispersed, and went out of sight

He's a Volcano, and "Volcano Eruption"
That's what he's known for,
But all what no one knew is,
Every time he erupts he fell down to his knees,
And every time he fells, he know he's gonna rise again,
Because,
Rising and falling, he goes too high,
Rising and falling, he lives he die.

A Descant of Calmness

At times life gets so messed and so muffled that you find yourself in disgust, at times you curse yourself for being wherever you are and whatever  you are doing. At that moment all you need to do is, take a deep breath and feel the silence. Soon, you'll find that a person within you who wants to laugh, dance, who says, "Dude, common you can't quit, you need to fight we'll face everything together." When life bungles itself between truth and happiness, dreams and reality, relations and academics, love and trust, the only way to choose the write one is to self introspect oneself and search for what do you want, what do you need at that instant of time and the person deep inside you will help you get through it.

The composition below is nothing but a short and a bit typical experience of  facing that inner voice which was always right but all what he lacked was the courage to accept the reality. So, like an elementary human being he kept those dreams in fact those fantasies which never existed, and to convince himself he cursed everything he had and happened around for not allowing him to get what he wanted. His desperation took him too far and when everything he did screwed him up he was all alone and silence was ruling him over he found that, all what he had is a quartet of tears in his eyes and that voice which was always screaming from behind but he never paid a heed upon it, he felt the aura of that voice that inner soul, the soul he was, the soul he had within himself and that soul which was always RIGHT.

A Talk of Peace

Standing on the verge, hopes in mind

Searching a reason for being here,

For what he tried, and this what he had,

Everywhere its drab, and a dark harsh glare

A broken dream & a Person too lost,

In the midst of his ambitions,

he never accepted the gloss

With his dreams on fire,

he never looked down,

but, when came back to reality ,

he found himself in wane,

He was good for nothing,

he felt down and ashamed,

He felt he has got nothing but bundles of broken dreams,

but there was no one to console that's what it seems,

over an age he was chasing something that never existed

in the glimpse of of past his memory rested,

a heartbreaking silence took everything over,

his soul and his mind came a bit closer,

silence of words got lost somewhere

a dim, sweet and a dominant voice made him aware,

he learned, she taught

he slept, she slapped

he tried, she provoked,

he agitated, she motivated

and soon started an allocutions,

with harmony and conciliation,

An hour or so when his tears, dried on his face,

his eyes enlightened with an almighty grace

 he learned to live,

to thank to be thankful,

to be forgiven to forgive,

to live with traits,

and to love with no regrets,

To love bad times for what they gave,

To admire moments for the fact they came,

He felt too light, he found someone

his eyes got bright, he had it all

He got new thoughts to live and let,

his aura enhanced with a divine glow

his ambiance smoothened in a flow,

That voice inside can be your heart, your conscience or your soul

but mind it, at every point of time it will make you whole,

and whatever the situation can turn to

And i'm  not faking, just take my words

A talk of peace can make your world.