Eyes.

I wish someone wrote this for me. I wish everyone finds the love they ask for. I wish it happens to be this pure...

Eyes.
I see that rich, sparkling hazel, and I know it's your eyes. Never have I seen something so beautiful, that stuns me in a glance. But when I see that thing shining, then I know it's your eyes. The way those lashes send letters, to thy face, with every blink. Oh they leave the letters, for me to understand. And how they rest in silence, with all that goes around. They fail to see what's wrong, and shut in perfect timing. Oh they leave the wrong, for me to correct.
That heart melting look, when there's something you strongly desire, it can make a king go down on his knees, like a peasant. And when tears, like silent raindrops fall, it seems as though, the oceans collide, with all their might. I'd do everything  it takes, to cease them.
Your eyes are all I see in the world. They're my muse, for all I do. I close my eyes, and I see yours. They keep me going, all day, all night. Sometimes I'm gloomy, sometimes I'm numb. But when I see that rich, sparkling hazel, then I know it's your eyes. :)

Poison Dreams

Now this one, I can smile about. I hope you love it as much as I do. :']

Poison Dreams

Life, they said, "What a happy place to be."
The lie was believed, so they blamed it on me.
The ones I trusted, turned their back on me,
I was ditched by their smiles and their distance from reality.
All I have now, is this dark story of mine;
I was just another girl who wished to go far, who wished to shine.
It was that day, when I closed my eyes and a vision took over,
I saw a stage, bright lights and a crowd to pass over.
Since then, to make the vision come true, was all I wanted,
Little did I know, that it would turn into a tale, so haunted.
The vision made me struggle, it gave me pain;
I was nowhere close, it drove me insane.
It made me walk, it made me run, it made me travel;
But it all seemed in vain, as though I had nothing to unravel.
Soon I learnt, "Dreams poison life at a slow pace,
You greet tears with a smile, they greet you with mace."
One fine day, I got my call of fame,
I was all set, to sell records in my name.
They were a rage, like wild fire,
Life lured me, into going higher and higher.
I reached a point from where the truth was hidden,
Any kind of goodness was simply forbidden.
How about you answer this simple question of mine,
Before our mad world runs out of time;
What's the price of the light that makes you blind?
Ahead of the glamour, there's flash, but what's behind?
My senses were too numb to feel the loss,
I was feeding on the glitz that lied across...
My conscience was dead, I gave up thinking,
Days went by, in puffing smoke and hard core drinking.
There were voices I could hear.
They cut right through the chords of my ear.
They said, "You've lost. This battle cannot be won.
This is the life you deserve. You've come out undone."
I screamed but they never ceased,
No drug was good enough to free me from my strange disease.
Black chains had tied me up;
But in one way or the other, I had to get up.
My eyes sucked the pain,
I swallowed my tears and silenced the rain.
So I saw myself rise once more,
It wasn't the same this time, there was a mask that I wore.
Today where I am, isn't such a pretty place,
It has what I wanted, but not a single 'real' face.
People go on, telling their believable lies,
It's nothing, just a piece of hell, in disguise.

Doomed

Yeah, this is what happens when you have a Math Exam, in three hours. Not my usual stlye of writing. Not at all.

Doomed
Scream. Shout. Bleed. Out.
I'm living my life on the foundation of doubt.
Tears. Cries. Scars. Stress.
This whole damn thing is one big mess.

Leave. Go. Jump. Fly.
I'll do anything to escape and not give a try.

Burns. Cracks. Marks. Or a Curse.
This paper before me, deserves much worse.
Veins burst. Shadows run.
I look around, they killed the sun.

Light. Hope. Joy. Over.
They abandoned me in this crossover.
No this rhyme won't have a happy ending,
'Cause I've still got a few sums pending... -.-

All That Flash

This is for all the b**ches I know. It's to tell them, that I love them. This poem's pretty much like the rise and fall of a star. Sounds like a rap though. This is the censored version and I sincerely hope you like it. :]

All That FlashYou're a queen, you set the world on fire,
Babe! You're every guy's wildest desire. x]
Shawty when you hang low like a hook,
All 'em losers don't know where to look.
They love the way you dress, they love the way you move,
They love your swag, they love your groove.

Just how you hide your pain behind those glittering lights,
It gets too much to take, with all that flash and all those nights.
Enter the darkness as you turn around,
All those pretty faces make you fall to the ground.
When the blinding glamour stabs you in the eye,
The whole world may seem like a big fat lie,
That'll be the time, when I'll take your hand,
To show you a world that you can understand.

'Cause you're not the kind of girl who won't get up,
You'll make those haters swallow your hurt like a bitter syrup;
'Cause you're a queen, you set the world on fire,
It's time to bring the house down, and take yourself higher.
Love you all for being the people you are. Xoxox

The Friends We Were

Just another poem I wrote. It's actually like Maggi, got ready in two minutes. It's a very simple poem, unlike the other ones I've written. =|
A toast to the 'Unicorns', (our group's former name).
The Friends We Were
This is the story of the friends we were,
When hugs flew around like a catchy vapour,
The dreams we had,
The stars we tracked,
Life wasn't really all that bad.
Today when I look back, what do I see?
I see the UNICORNS standing with me,
The moments that we used to share,
All those smiles and not a single care.
"Coolness Personified" was SO 'our thing'
Life was the kingdom and we were the king.

But oh my friend, now we're insane,
Not enough love and alot of pain,
Small talks, big fights define us now,
Cranky issues lead us, I don't know how.
Wish I could, go back in time,
So I wouldn't have to write this awful rhyme.

Two Tales

Sometimes, when the mind is left to wander, it comes up with completely abstract ideas. There I was, contented with something I was done writing and then, suddenly, the thought of challenging my creativity hit me. So I wrote two stories with the same opening lines. And guess what? I feel even better. Hope you like what you're about to read.
Story 1 : 'All you need is love,' is what the Beatles say. This was the first and probably the only time I had a problem with believing them. But life went on and I learnt so much. They were right after all. It all does come down to love in the end. Here I stand corrected, with my first attempt at writing a love story. I didn't mean to, though. I was given some opening lines for a competition and what continued thereafter, turned out to be a romantic tale. So here it is my readers, fingers crossed, I hope you like it. :]

A Myriad of Emotions

She was thoroughly enjoying her stroll when a man lying prone on

the roadside caught her attention. Fearing the worst, she turned the

limp figure over. Her heart leapt a mile when she saw the man’s face...

The unexpected had happened. It was him. The one she thought of,
day in and day out. The one she had given a part of herself to. He hadn’t asked for it though. But she still loved him selflessly and silently. She was clueless about what to do next, so for the next five seconds she just sat there. Then a vague but beautiful thought struck her. She saw that moment as a chance to prove herself to him. And then, there was no turning back. She called for an ambulance and got him loaded in. One thing that stuck with her was that he had held her hand all the way from the accident spot to the hospital. Even though he was unconscious when he did that, it was enough for her to smile and shed a tear. Once they reached the hospital he was taken to his room and she was made to follow. Sitting by his side, when she closed her eyes, flashes of the past hit her with every blink.
 She was reminded of the day she first saw him, it was her first day at the law firm. He just passed by her and she stood there, awestruck, trying to tell herself that something so beautiful really did have a possibility of existing. She managed to get his name, Carter. Steve Carter. She tried matching her name with his and wondered how it sounded. “Steve and Sasha. Hmm, not so bad,” she said to herself.
Days went by and they got talking, more and more. For him it was just good friendship but for her, it was everything. With every passing moment, the feelings grew stronger and the wait caused itself to end.
She just HAD to tell him. They were best friends. She liked him, she thought he liked her too. It was perfect. She fixed a date. The day she would let it go off her mind and put it inside his. The day wasn’t just another extraordinarily ordinary day. It was her birthday. And it finally arrived, she was ecstatic, she was elated, she was walking with her hands in the air and a bounce in her step. It was on her way to his house that she saw her dream shatter right before her eyes. The ears that were meant to hear those priceless words were bleeding like the pouring rain, the eyes that were meant to see that shining face were shut with collective darkness from the entire universe and the hands that were meant to touch hers were broken like her heart. This recent and of course, ugly memory forced her to open her eyes only to find him looking at her.
 Oh how she thanked her stars for his revival. After all that she had done, nothing was left to say except the incomplete verse that her heart sang. But before she could, he said it.
“I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. But not like this of course. You do realize how beautiful you are, don’t you? Not just on the outside but on the inside too, love. I’m sorry for not being able to say it all this while. Will you please be mine?”
The words rang in her ears like her favourite song. A song she just didn’t want to stop. She exploded with, “YES! YES! YES!”
Could it get any better? They both thought. He kissed her glowing forehead. It was an inexplicable feeling. The world around them seemed to change. Like a colourful hallucination. A rainbow painted the sky as the birds danced to the rhythm of love.

Story 2: Ah, this one's a typical unsuccessful love story. Kind of broody, expectedly. Read on...

Freedom in My Veins

She was thoroughly enjoying her stroll when a man lying prone on the roadside caught her attention. Fearing the worst, she turned the limp figure over. Her heart leapt a mile when she saw the man’s face...
Could life get any worse? She knew the end was close. But she certainly didn’t expect it to be this close. She had warned him a countless times, only if he cared. Her head had a bright chance of imploding with an overdose of guilt. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried her best, it was just that, her ‘best’ wasn’t good enough. She didn’t feel the pain of losing a friend, instead she wondered how the excessive amounts of alcohol would have poisoned every single nerve of his, so much so, that he had to die.
She looked up to the blinding sky and screamed. She just screamed.
Soon, there was a crowd around her and the breathless him.
 Isn’t it funny how a treasured and loved human being, in no time, turns into a piece of rotten bones or to put it more commonly ‘a dead body’ just because their heart stopped beating? He was lifted and thrown inside one of the crowd member’s car and driven to the funeral ground. Where else would they take him? His family was called, but they didn’t show up, claiming that they had disowned him the day he started drinking. So she took it on herself to set his soul free. Wood was set up and she lit him to fire. Ashes flew away with bits of light in them. It was as if, they symbolised his life. Too many nights and not enough days. She didn’t curse him after she realized the reason behind his half-dead plight.
 He had given it his all. That dissatisfied, selfish, stuffy, pretentious snoot couldn’t see it. He did all he could to keep her happy but one day, suddenly she realised that an ordinary, average, financially unstable man didn’t deserve someone as ‘special’ as her.  So, she decided to walk off. Little did she realise that behind her she had rendered a highly talented and capable human being, good for nothing. From that day, all he did was lie in his pool of Jack Daniels and C. Regals. He just couldn’t take it. He saw it as the only way out. He was wrong. Completely wrong. But all he needed was a wee bit of sympathy and some affection. That’s something he never got. Not from that heartless freak, not back home, nowhere. His life was just a train with no direction. He didn’t know what he did. He wasn’t even sure if we wanted to live or not. He just came out of his house to take some fresh air and that was the last time he ever opened his eyes. He just fell to the ground. That’s it. That was the end of Robin Lee. And it was witnessed by Sharon Smith. The only ray of hope in his life. Not that he knew, of course. All she did was tried to save him but he saw her as the distance between him and his toxin. For obvious reasons, he detested her. According to the world, her efforts were no good, but according to her, she knew that by setting him to fire, she gave his soul a life of eternal freedom.

The Ultimate Playlist

This isn't exactly what I'd like to call a piece of writing.  That's because it isn't. Simple. It's just a little present for the world. By presenting this publicly, I feel as if I'm doing something to heal all mankind. Yes, that's how good it is.
  I've compiled most of my favorite Indie tracks together and splashed them into this playlist.
The person who'd have this playlist, would be the luckiest in the world. I think I'll gift this mix to my favorite person. So until I find my favorite person, anyone can have it. And hey, I didn't say I can have just one favorite. It could be anyone, you, for instance. 'Cause I don't believe in boundaries or keeping the world away from experiencing the best in Music. So go ahead and rediscover yourself. It's that time of the year when Music is the only medicine.

'The Indie Discoveries'
1. Zeppelin by Jen Wood
2. Lemonade by CocoRosie
3. Clocks by Coldplay (Best in the list)
4. Fix You by Coldplay
5. Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine
6. Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles (This isn't Indie though)
7. Take Me Somewhere Nice by Mogwai
8. One by Damien Rice (Don't forget to imagine it's raining outside when you listen to this one :'])
9. Shake My Hand by The Jakes/Young the Giant
10. Alone in Kyoto by Air
11. Paperboy by Rebekka Karijord
12. Stars by My Little Pony
13. Eyes Closed by The Narrative
14. You and Me by Ben Rector
15. "Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967"
16. Box of Stones by Benjamin Francis Leftwich
17. Living by Transistor
18. Paperbirds by Parachutes
19. Pretty Face by Soley
20. Breathe by The White Birch
21. Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap
22. On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons (The Happy Song)
23. Angeles by Elliot Smith
24. Speed of Sound by Coldplay
I'll keep adding to this list as and when I find something soulful.
Have fun for now. This'll keep you going through the weekend. :]

Bubbles

I happened to write this poem today in my Bio class. (I'm allergic to anything Mathematical or Scientific, just know that) But before you read it, I think I should brief you about the concept. I've called it 'Bubbles.' Though the title's all joyful and bouncy, the content is quite the contrary. x].  OK, so this is ABSOLUTELY random. Set in England, this poem's about a girl who walks into a bar, gets drunk, finds a fairly attractive man and gives her address and number to him.Then she uhh...doses off (because she's so drunk, remember?) And the guy takes her home and...  Well read on to find out:-

Bubbles

As those bubbles,

Went up in the air,

I felt him,

Giving me a little stare,

So I took that pen and put it to paper,

"Give this to that man." I said to the waiter.

Then I saw those bubbles, coming to me.

They haunted my senses, I was no longer free.

I got trapped in the aura of the night,

Too too high, couldn't come down,

I was filled with fright.

Oh you, you made me drown,

Intoxicated to the depths of the ground.

Next thing I knew,

I woke up on a bed,

Zero possibilities,

Of me being dead.

The cop took my hand

and started the story,

A scintillating tale,

Of the loss of my glory.

He took me back to the time

I blacked out.

As he continued,

It cleared all my doubts.

Assumptions of the man,

Who had my address,

Had ripped me off,

My pounds and my dress.

In the hospital,

I lay wrapped in white,

Filled with remorse,

Escape seemed out of sight.

I opened my eyes with a sense of revenge,

Remember 'Molester', I will be avenged. x]

Running Away

I'd heard that life is full of surprises, but I never really gave it much thought. Now I think I should have, 'cause this was so not expected. I wrote this random story and something that I had never even dreamed of, happened.
Studying for my Physics exam, little did I know that I would receive a phone call informing me that my "random"story had got nominated for The National Writing Awards 2012. So here it is, readers and I really hope you like it. Although, I do believe I'm capable of doing a much better job but I had to stick to the word limit so yeah, this was the result =]

Running Away

 ‘The Awakening Sunrise’

There they sat, scared, as the black cast a dark shadow over the entire auditorium. And then, a beam of light was flashed, towards the empty stage. Their eyes, whining around the whole place, eager to catch, just a glimpse of the young legend. But, where was she? As the buzz in the hall increased, questions arose in the minds of those who had waited. Waited, long. I couldn’t take it anymore so I got up. I went backstage only to find all my fellow event coordinators looking for her. Was she hiding somewhere?
Was she nervous? Had she run away? Haunted by those questions and the decreasing patience of the audience, I ran towards the backdoor.
She was there. I sighed with relief, well, almost. For she was not alone. She had with her, what she called, her greatest possession and what we called, ‘drug’…
I leaned down right next to her, threw the bottle of sleeping pills far away, where she couldn’t see them anymore. I held her hand in mine and felt a mild weight on my shoulder, it was her head. She had been sobbing all this while. I was in, for giving her the longest lecture I could think of but, what I hadn’t realized, was that she had already consumed triple the prescription.
She coughed, she choked and she coughed again. This time, blood.
I raised an alarm and soon, the ambulance was there. I remember how she had held my hand all the way from the concert venue to the hospital. For the first time in my life had I felt ‘wanted’. On entering the ward, she looked at me and in her cracked up voice she said, “Don’t ask me why.”
To which I replied, “Take your time Jane, but I’ll have to.”
 She was then rushed straight ahead and with that, my sight of her, faded.
The Doctor told me to accompany him to the reception for all the required formalities. I did so immediately and also called up Jane’s mother and told her what had happened. She reached as soon as she could, to be there for her child. A surgery was to be performed. The pills had to be extracted from her system to avoid any further damage. Two hours post
the operation, we were allowed to meet Ms. “I-Like-To-Trouble-The- People-Around-Me-By-Scaring-Them” I was very angry with her. It was certain that I was going to blast off on her until I saw her hugging her mom and breaking down into tears. It melted me. But, I was still of the opinion that no reason is strong enough to end your life! So I wasn’t as harsh on her as I had thought I would be and went on to ask her the million dollar question, “Why Jane? Why?” This time she was ready with the answer and the countless explanations that were next in line. She sat up, and started off, “My dad was a successful businessman. He gave me everything I ever asked for, no questions asked. His work was going on very well and he deserved all the credit. He was an exceptionally dominant personality and you could make that out within five minutes of conversation with him. I guess that’s exactly what Delhi’s M.L.A. figured out when he came to meet Dad for a business deal. He suggested that Dad should consider politics as a career for himself as he would make a great leader. Not just that, he even promised him a ticket in his political party. Dad didn’t ignore his proposal. In fact, he came home and narrated the whole incident pretty seriously to all of us. We were quite apprehensive about the idea of him being a politician, keeping in mind the negative image we had about politicians. But dad was adamant. He disagreed. Mom tried really hard to convince him, but, in vain. He started seeing mom as an obstacle, condemning him to taste success, the way he wanted. Especially with the elections coming up, Mom was a huge problem for him. And so, he left her. I mean us, shifted to Delhi, joined the party and lived life how he wanted. From that day, newspapers were the only place where we heard of him. Elections were his biggest priority then. They happened; the results came out soon after. He had lost. He couldn’t take it. He was incapable of handling the loss and also having no family around, weakened him further. He started smoking and drinking. It was something he had never done. This continued for a while until one morning, that headline gave me the shock of my life. He was dead. D.E.A.D. Dead from alcohol overdose. I was in a state of shock for about a week. It felt like the end of the world. I had barely recovered from the trauma of my parents’ separation and then that tragic news. Mom needed me but I couldn’t see it. I was blinded by the clouds of dismay and depression. All this happened last month and today, with all those people shouting my name in the auditorium, desperately waiting to see me perform, I was supposed to win my courage back but instead, I lost faith in myself. I just couldn’t take it Sam. I had to leave. A new world awaited me…”
Tears ran down my eyes, tearing apart all the fury buried deep inside me. I hugged her, real hard. So did her mother. I promised her that I would gift her a new life. I asked her mom what she liked the most, in a low voice. Next morning, I banged open Jane’s ward room door and shouted, “GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!” She got up at once and looked at me, beaming. I was followed by the entire crew of the concert that never happened. We all had rainbow coloured balloons in our hands and one box each, of her favorite ‘Sour Punk Stickies’ She gave us the widest grin ever. How beautiful she looked when she was happy. In my heart, I said a little prayer of gratitude. I sat right next to her, waiting for her to react and she noticed how impatient I was getting so she shouted, “OH MY GOSH! Thank you so much everyone. This means a lot to me, really.” She was then discharged. On stepping out of the hospital she insisted that I accompany her to the beach. It was her favorite place she told me. As we walked along the shoreline, hand in hand, she stared at the ocean, continuously. She said that she’d always wondered how the ocean continued to be a source of internal peace for human beings who heard it and saw its waves reaching out to the sand, despite being polluted by the same tribe of living creatures. She got me thinking too. While I was lost in figuring out an answer to what she had asked me, she let go off my hand and ran to touch the rays of the rising sun. She expressed that she was feeling much better than the previous day and had realized her mistake. She learnt the true value of life and was excited to start a new one. After all, she had a much bigger family now. She was ecstatic at that moment. I was glad that she was alive and proud that I was the reason. No matter how great the problem may be, we’re human beings and if we’re capable of creating that problem for ourselves then we’re capable of facing it. There’s nothing worse in the world than escaping life itself. There’s nothing worse, than ‘running away’

She is Where the Light is

Hi Readers,
I hope you liked my previous post, I really hope you did.
Something interesting came up this week in school. We were told to write a poem on ourselves for an English assignment. I thought that'd  be real tough since I'm not too narcissistic. But the result was a pleasant surprise. As I sat staring at that plain sheet of paper for about half an hour, wondering what to write, I don't know what got into me and then I didn't stop. So here it is:-

She is Where the Light is
'Story of My Life'
There she stood in the center stage,
Claiming her crown from the immortal sage
She jumped right down to the city of the warm hearted
Life was pretty good, 'cause it'd just started,
She grew up to be a mischievous girl,
Hold on, wait for it, let the story unfurl...
Soon she realized that she was here for a purpose,
She thought she had it in her, till she entered the real circus.
Giving up some dreams and having new ones she moved on,
After all, she, was a unicorn.
Some of the best times she had were in 7th grade,
It was then, that she stepped into the parade
But then, just then, her life took a turn,
Her mind went spinning and her heart started to burn,
She found peace in something the others had ignored,
Little did they know of what the girl had explored.
Endless verbal sessions she went through,
Tormented she felt and that ruined the situation too.
She turned into someone she never thought she would become,
She began to be known as "the mysterious girl who usually kept mum"
She thought she must go back to being happy like before
She wouldn't have a care in the world, this, she swore.
Poor thing started pretending to be joyful and upbeat
But deep down, she knew she felt incomplete.
Until an abandoned angel returned to save her life
She said, "If Rock is your God, Metal is your life."
This gave her a sense of hope and stopped the pain in her heart
She knew, this was gonna be, her 'real' new start,

She went back to doing the same that had once caused a rage,
But she had grown in intellect, not just in age.
Whatever she heard or saw thereafter,
Became just another reason for a dose of laughter.
One long story that is;
She got her time to shine,
She is Where the Light is.

So what d'you think?

P.S.-Immortal sage (here) means God;

Unicorns is the former name of my friend circle and

Parade refers to me joining my school's military band:)

The Awakening

Hi Readers,

Seems like I managed to write a poem and this is pretty much how the blog came along. I wrote it at a time when everything around me seemed to go numb, when the people with me were nothing but stoned, heartless aliens who called themselves human. But then, I saw a ray of hope and finally found some reasons to live. All that gave birth to : 

The Awakening
As I walk down the street,
I feel like a guest
For I won't be here for long
I'll take my soul and leave behind all the rest
As I cross Avenue 3,
Fear bites me and freezes my heart,
Am I ready to do this?
To make a new start?
I label all my things 

With names of people who shall possess them after I die
When they'd hug those goods
And remember me as they cry...
As the days go by
My face turns pale,
For I'm about to end my life
Coz all I've done since birth, is fail.
And as a last wish, I longed to have that feeling.
I rushed to the shore, stretched my arms, and touched the evening sun,
As it went, setting.
And as the light cut my ribs apart,
And passed right through me,
I discovered that my eyes were no more gloomy.
I opened them with a bright smile on my face,
And right then, I didn't feel like a disgrace.
I shuddered at the thought that had once occurred deep inside me,
I thought my loved ones would favor my choice,
I was wrong,
They'd curse me.
I gave my life a new beginning,
It's never too late if you get,
An inner AWAKENING.