Friday, August 31, 2012

Apathy with time . .

   We had started in a union,
Vowing not to abandon the
'Best friends' tag tagged over us
                                                Just over time

           We chose to be distinct

                                               In different paths of life

            In the ways where people can't discern us

                                               Or anything related to us
We had a notion to move apart
And feel the pain from within...

Whatever it was,
It took me away from them
When they were considered as nerds & geeks
The must students in every club and class
Had reached the lofty heights they had fathomed
All because of their efforts !

And me?
Despite the company of


I was on the ground
Looking for an escape


Which was bleak in vision

Trying to satisfy my thirsty soul
A soul which wanted to 'write'..

I was way below
The level they had attained..
The standards of life, they had discovered

There was jealousy,
There was sweat down the drain
I envied some
But was content in some way
Of living on a gratifying

The laughter which I had claimed
And they couldn't
Because they were busy investigating their cases in
Multinational companies

And I was writing a prose
By the lake,
Which I didn't finish
Even by now.

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Monday, August 20, 2012

The Interpretation of a capture !!

     I was there. I was present there physically when Maurya was going through that pain. Pain of loss of her child. The social fear she had to mourn in front of. The personal shame of letting her child depart from her.

Arjun Kamath Photography 
People tried convincing her that it was fated, yet she mourned. 

Agonized outbound. 

Maurya had never felt the real emotion of a 'normal woman'. She had an urge to feel real. She failed. Several units.

No matter what times she tried to be gratified, she couldn't keep up with it. She was psychotic. The true brain disorders had never let her fight the world.

So, she ended up fighting with her own self. Fussing and crying for nothing. Feeling loved when no one was actually there. Romancing in the oceans of tears. She had her own definitions to life. Rather, she was made to reckon in a way, that normality was a lot far than her actual character.

  She had gone through the deepest scars in life. This one wasn't astounding. Yet it was a hit on the heart. 
A hit so loud, that it burned rest of her desires

Her wishes of getting her little one married. Her wants of another family was faded. As a mother's wish, Maurya had the feel to adorn her child, to see her as a 'Normal bride'. Her aspirations to envision that were bleak. Her demands of a new set of 'life' were pale. 

"I have had enough", she muttered. 

It was time for Maurya to be back in senses after the DEATH. 

And that is when she had lost control over herself. 

Arjun Kamath Photography
Reminding herself that, "I am okay". When the situations were a lot adverse. 

Looking back at what Maurya have had, she had no relations to piece down her stories with. 
She was mourning it all in solitude. 

She wasn't poised. She had no charge over her mind. 
i.e when Maurya was termed as a 

A bride who had lost her husband on the day of her marriage. And was agonizing in the pain of her lost child who was from another male. 

However, after the death of Maurya's child, she lived in a cage herself. A hospital where she was being examined. Maurya still had the 'normal bride' notions in her head. To her, her child wasn't absent. 

It was a conflicting phase for her where she should have admitted the reality's attack, while she was being deluded into hallucinations, being forced to believe into something she wasn't hearting in. Maurya felt unreal. 
The parts of her body reacted in a distinct way than that of an average human figure. She was manipulated in a certain way that she was strained to fascinate herself after every death that took place in her family. 

It was a deliberate action by psychotic orders over which she had no say. She was constantly fighting it with a camouflage over her, but under extreme plights, romance was her way of sighing over dead bodies. She was forced. She was unrealistically in the boundaries of phantasms.

She was willing to take a standard stand, but the psychotic mind disorder had taken her in its path. She was fantasized. She was being daydreamed deliberately. 

Arjun Kamath Photography
After days of engaging in mental encounters, Maurya had passed away grieving and lamenting over the deaths' in her clan

Her last words mumbled were, "I thought I was okay, take me home, I want to photo myself. I feel lonely. Take me home".

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Saturday, August 18, 2012


A stroll down the lane,
Took me somewhere I wasn't looking forward to
Showed me something, I wasn't expecting
A ride what it was,
Full of joys and phantasms.

No one had trusted me enough
With the dreams sown
I was the sole one
Full of enthusiasm and faith
Which was the onset for future encounters.

I was growing up
But limits were not in my world
It was a direct contact with the satisfaction
Nailing it all,
Leaving no mark to cry upon.

And then one day,
Something had happened
So profound and loud,
For he had passed away
At the wrong phase of life.

I was on my way to
Acknowledge the new
When I had to step back,
To support the remaining clan
For there was nobody else
To confront the solemn times.

He whom I had called dad
Was no more a part of me
For he had gone
Because of my decision
A feeling of guilt was upcoming. 

It was an emotion
Worth a hundred tears
Full of oceans that were once blue
Full of shadows, that were once colored.

The fantasy was the end of me
Being by the family left
Sacrificing myself to develop others
Became a key of such times.

What was next?
I hadn't given up yet,
Thoughts to rich my family up
In the serious phases
Was a condition,
And then was
A route to my Goal.

And there was a day,
When I wasn't stopped by any
I flew to a place of no name,
Of no deeds.

I came to create a ruckus in the world
To be up for self satisfaction
To be me,
I guess, revealing all
Which was in me, I couldn't express.

I told them,
Let me be,
Don't pass away,
I will follow your dreams too,
In one life, give me mine,
In another, I ll bestow you all.

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Saturday, August 4, 2012

Silent Walks !!

     Walking in the dead space at 12 am is a beauty in itself. Discovering the inner momentum which drifts me away from the routine life. The depth of space; the unmeasurable intensity the silence speaks with, today, for the first time seemed heavenly.

    For one moment, I was under control of the space around me. It felt like it had enveloped me so well that volumes were spoken. Volumes in term of affection; zeal and fervor. The man's absence was felt in no limits, yet I consoled myself to an extent believing in good.

   Walking in the dead night, where nobody could see you and you be opaque, is a mystery all in all. The gush I had while taking rolls was one goddamn instant, when I had surrendered myself to the clouds above me.

   The caress, the embrace was felt. I had defined 'mirth' in a way that smiles became involuntary loading the glance of him being fathomed. A slight brush upon the cheek, to feel the impeccable sentiment had turned into an ambrosial inclination.

   The one he have had discovered long time ago.

   I tend to walk late on things.

   Hence, making up for all that have been misconstrued. In bits and pieces.

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Friday, August 3, 2012

Lucky enough to realise

  "Sometime we are lucky enough that we tend to avert such from our minds or presence.."

You bring that luck baby, and you being a vital part of my life makes a difference. You remain gorgeous in my eyes, even if you are imperfect in someone else's..

A smile and mirth is all we need. And you know we are good to go.

No, now I feel like an everlasting beauty because every morning and night of my life would commence with your breathings. Death remaining a shadow left.

You holding me as a foundation :)

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