Sailing Unto the Storm

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
― Vincent van Gogh

Sea may spew some poison

For me to shock and halt

Waves may play some tricks

Break me young and clear all

But, a storm’s rising within me

Look, I see a storm in the sea

I’m sailing unto the storm

Beware you Storm

Hear me roar feel my howls

Spunk in me knows no bounds

Shout loud you Waves

Roar as much as you can

Sweet, embrace me hard

Delve, go deep in my heart

For miles and miles I’ll cruise

Forever I’ll cruise

So what if endless are your shores?

I’ll keep rowing in this little boat

To meet you face to face

You’re fierce I’ll be fiercer

Stay put, don’t you dare run

Please, let me have some fun

For I’ll lay adrift as long as it takes

As far as it takes

  

Oceanus you are so mighty and strong

I’m not going back on our engagement

Till my heart roars and beats

No bowing down on your feet

Your might makes me stronger

Every day I sail a little longer

For I’m sailing unto the storm

Beware you Storm.

Outcastes

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries-Shakespeare

Few days back an old friend of mine called me up. We lost connection long back but somehow she got my number. We talked a couple of minutes and decided to meet-up. There's a thing about old friends you can just dump all your F^*k n S*%t and feel light. Damn she was in bad state and the moment I saw her I knew that something was wrong, Long story short, she was living a life of an outcast in her own house and that made me think ............ that   

Do we need to be on an uninhabited island or in some scary jungle or jail to feel like an outcast ??

Nah, rather you can get that feeling sitting in your own room and I guess that feeling is more awful than the previous ones. Damned in your own heaven, among  your own people... who says you need to die to go to Hell... Hell is right here and you are burning right there in that corner and there's nothing you can do about it.

It's like people around you talking in some ancient language. Like they all share a past, a past with no mark of you. For them you are something of a queer type and all that comes out of your mouth is nothing but fiddle-faddle of your own making. There's no way you can convince them and no way they see what you see. Bounded by the chains of colored judgments their minds are clouded and blocked and you are pinned down, secluded in your mind you are there but not around. But, you hope for things to change and smetimes they do

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Mortals around her wonder

how can she ever feel like

some burning wood

in a middle of a room

others feeling warm

but she's aflamed, feeling

not worth a darn

pent up emotions

looking for a leak

to breathe some air

not to cease and appease

people talking, walking

snooping all around in

slow-motion and silent sounds

Clock ticks in her room

she peers back at it

move fast you prick, she raves

little bird in her wanna go out

she hopes to imbibe the talents

people outside have, she flew

but her clipped wings gave out

She's waiting for a morning

when sun will rise like never before

in bits n pieces she is garnering

gallant and galore

she's too tough for that clipped bird

in her heart, she's recuperating

every minute, every hour

Did you ever felt like an outcast ??

I did, many times... 

I am the outcast come home to roost and the eggs of tomorrow are incubating in my fame. You hate me, you love me, you made me, and now I am in you. I am like that disease brewing in your loins and I think you like it…” 

― Nikki Sixx

Gladdest Thing Under The Sun

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun

I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

~Edna Millay

Isn't it strange that we focus on one thing and leave aside everything else. Don't we all are committing a personal offence by missing so much in this wide vibrant world. We all born in a particular family. Every family relates itself to a particular belief system. Though we've not inherited that belief system genetically somehow out of established social practices every child gets this gift  from their parents. One peculiar thing about elders- they are too adamant to change. They are kind of close to other's interpretations. But, look at the world- it is full of different types of belief system and faiths... Each having their own fortes and classifiable lineaments.. What if we can experience or try and inquire about, if not all then, as many as we can.

I find it hard to tell you

the mystery that surrounds

brobdingnagian ocean of

things I don't know yet

and the ones which are all around.

Some of them were forced

quite literally

how I unlearn them

how do I forget ?

It'd be so fun

if I can touch them all

know each one of them

tie them all, on a single string

why I have to choose one

when I can have million.

Who stops us ?

what stops us ?

the nameless, faceless people,

we call them "society"

or the real obstacle is within

the coveted red-tapism

and self-fabricated anxiety.

We all crave for having good friends. The lucky ones have them in many numbers. But, we never stop ourselves from making more friends. Throughout the life we keep on adding layers and layers of relationships. Bringing as many as we can people in our social umbrella. Nothing stops us from experimenting there. Similarly when we learn and read we refer many books... the more the merrier. Music is known for bridging the gap a language creates.. then why can't we develop tolerance for other faiths. When it comes to religion why adopt this isolationist approach. Touch everything, learn everything, feel everything. Do not stick to just one.... there's so much fun and life beyond What and What nots !!

Blind Faith

We all got fantastic lives but there are times when we face odds and than we seek refuge in "something". This "something" has got infinite names and appearances, however in reality it has no physical existence. 

But we always fall for it and take a leap of faith whenever needed and without an exception every single time we survive. This faith in "something" gives us enormous energy to fight off any possible opponent. 

Apparently, this Blind Faith gives most visible n most felt results. 
Strange but true. 

I wonder 

What's the power behind ??

Which makes us

believe some non-sense.

But we derive 

a sense out of it

and unwind. 

Gather courage

to flip the game 

confusion, chaos 

get it

arranged, aligned.

No one knows

if its illogical 

or creatively designed.

The process,

a mystery 

something beyond

mankind.

Still we believe it 

like an ardent student 

or I can say it

like a blind.

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अन्धविश्वास

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PS: I am aware of the fact that I'm no longer behaving like a regular blogger, trust me I am not the one who is responsible. Blame my university for that for making my life damn hectic. Will soon visit all of u and read as much as I can. Till than take care n don't think I'm lost :)