Thoughts linger in the cold emptiness of the jungle of memories,
This illumination is a discourse of a bag of emotions run by the myriad colors of the memories in focus,
Tears fall across the subliminal lines of a smile on the caricature of facial skin,
Mixed emotions, but no regrets!
Pure Nostalgia!

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In the rearview mirror is the silhoutte of hazy clouds of the evening
Lazy hues of red and blue blending the hallucination of calm
Let’s look ahead instead ….. the storm has been waiting for long now!

Compromise, Maybe!

The length of the rope, which on one end has a stack of hope and the dark realm on the other, decides how long the balancing act is going to last.
You do not remember exactly how you came this far with the longevity of balancing act, but you have been trying to balance it out at the extreme ends of the rope.
Your lows are too low and highs, too high.
The faith goes from dark to bright to grey to black to white to a rainbow.
The extremities cause the demise of the master, every single time.
A master, everybody seeks. And a master, everyone else is.
The master of conversation, the master of relaxation, the master of reclusion, the master of inheritance, the master of the respect, the master of the shame, the master of love, the master of lust, the master of elusiveness, the master of time……
And then they have a magnetic force field. If in this lifetime, you figured out that following and being followed are both ends of the same rope, you will probably like to be at the centre for the balancing act.
Being an extremist, a non-quitter and a stubborn buffoon makes you do the same thing over a thousand times only to lose to the system every single time and plan again and go again.
And then you start to multitask and there are a thousand loops of code running at the same time and you want every single one to converge.
And then they lose you and you lose them. Then you lose yourself.
There is another way of getting around, bending it a little, and bending yourself a little.
Compromise, Maybe.
You got to have the bigger piece in your plate though; and then you truly lose, to yourself!

My Rhythm and Meter

My poetic rhythm is in resonance with the vibration of my heart!

It syncs with inconsistencies of emotions

Sometimes it’s ‘la di da di da’!

Rarely its ‘lub dub lub dub lub dub’!

And also the ‘thump baboom thump baboom’!

 

Its meter is a dictator of my own gestures

It harmonizes with the weirdness of my own movements,

Sometimes, it’s a poker-face to the question asked!

Otherwise it’s a smile when the focus is in requisition!

Rarely it’s the forehead-lines accurately depicting the pondering-over!

And also the subtle teeth reveal for an extended smile showing pride of being appreciated!

 

Its foot is the reverberation of my own unspoken words!

It is just a heavy sigh with the words held moment before the tongue initiates its process!

Falling into the abyss of my soul!

Important is what needs to be heard!

not what I really want to say!

P.S: Rhythm is the pattern of stresses in a line of verse.

Traditional forms of verse use established rhythmic patterns called meters (meter means “measure” in Greek), and that’s what meters are: pre-measured patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables.

Feet are the individual building blocks of meter.

To read more about Rhythm, meter and foot – http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/meter.html

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Rhythmic

 

The Scent

No color, No shape, No boundaries,

You can smell the presence,

You can sniff the soul,

You can snort the pleasure

the scent makes you whole!

You lounge for the sensitivity of emotions

You yearn for the excitement of the conscious

 

It plays with your naughty demons

It shovels away the obnoxious

The scent brings sweet memories,

Blocked in our mind for centuries

The crisp feel of what happened

The scent recreates the thoughts abandoned!

 

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The Platonic Dream

I look into the eyes of the character and shake the hand,

with the gratitude of a beggar being bestowed with a dollar,

and the wisdom of a wolf with the prey in sight,

My love for this world is platonic!

It is devoid of the pleasures of the body,

It is devoid of the monetary lure,

It is saturated with the thought of knowledge,

Knowing the present!

I like now to be existential,

I like now to be skeptical,

I will be dead before I know everything!

I am alive gathering the pieces,

Of life which exists because we do,

Of death being the Renewal,

Of a meaning being the need of the hour,

Of a truth which is as absolute as it is relative,

Of a claim that makes them the rulers!

Of a dream that makes me a poet,

Of a clue that will lead to freedom!

The sign of the philosopher king!

The platonic president, the utopian prime minister and the quixotic master!

They all exist, in my dreams!

 

“Meanwhile, this conversation never happened –

Socrates: I want to ask you – what is freedom?

Plato: Being reborn in this century, I think I need to be more updated with current affairs to answer this question

Socrates: But how do you know the knowledge being provided is true and correct?

Plato – By being Platonic!”

Organized Chaos – Episode 4 – Fateful Hate

There was a knock on the door at 9 am. Fatty opened the door and greeted Taller

“Hey man, How are you? Come in!”

Taller looked at Fatty with his frown pushed down to the limit of making the eyes as thin as a knife’s edge “You doing alright?” Then he looked inside the house “I heard your wife left you?!” Taller took a few steps ahead to reveal Shorter right behind him.

“Oh, Hey shortie! You came along !” Fatty finished his sentence with a confusing tone fading suddenly.

“Yeah, I am the muscle! I go where Taller goes! and only Taller can call me shorty! You fat little piece of shit!”

“Calm down my friend. Come in and have a seat”

Taller had already stepped inside. ” I like how you have done nothing to the set up after your wife has left”

“What do you mean?” asked Fatty

“I mean you are being yourself, that is all a man gotta do!” Taller walked towards the couch, pressed the cushion once and then sat on it comfortably.

“You think I had a land mine waiting under the couch?” Fatty remarked jokingly

“No, I thought you had an AIDS syringe maybe!” Taller was stern

Shorter laughed, pressed the cushion too, and sat down.

“So what would you gentleman like to have?” Fatty asked with a courteous smile

“I will have a whiskey on the rocks, whichever you got! Again, do not give me a choice. I hate choices!”

“and you my friend?” Fatty re-oriented his head towards Shorter

“I will have the same”

Taller re-oriented his head towards Shorter too and he gave him a ‘stop peer pressuring yourself’ look. The kind where his eyes retracted into their sockets and the herds of skin around his cheeks and forehead gathered for a talk.

Shorter kept looking into the thin air and started to whistle a little. Taller looked away in the opposite direction after a millisecond.

Fatty returned with 3 glasses of whiskey and placed them neatly on the table.

“Do not forget to use the coasters. I have just cleaned the house.”

Taller picked up his glass, sipped the whiskey and placed the glass right where he picked it from.

“Why are we here? We are not friends! We robbed you quite a while back. Why would you like to meet us again? What is your problem?” Taller’s pitch stayed at ‘answer soon or I will harm you’ baritone.

“I need your help. I need to find out where my wife is, and, what kind of life is she living! Also, I need evidence of her lifestyle. Pictures and videos would be helpful.”

Taller leaned forward to Fatty’s reply, then retracted back to the most comfortable he could be on the couch, crossed his legs, moved his eyes from Fatty to a corner of the room where some random pictures were hung “How much can you pay for this job?”

Fatty looked down and smirked and then looked back at Taller again “I think I paid you plenty already, But I will pay you 3000 dollars more.”

Taller smirked hiding it with his hand and then looked straight into Fatty’s eyes “You called me here. I did not come here for charity. I think you are a good guy and I will help you. But the right price is 10 grand. Not a penny less. Again, no choice here. Agree?”

Fatty shrugged a little and sat down exchanging ‘help me here’ looks with Shorter. Shorter just gave him the ‘I am with him’ look.

He put his head in his hands. It took him a moment to rise back up “Okay, I will pay you 3 grand now and the rest when you provide evidence. Is that alright?”

Taller smirked again, only this time he did not hide it “Great! Hand me the dough in a clean and new envelope and I am off to your investigation. I will call you in a week with the progress.”

Fatty went inside and got the money in a clean and new envelope and handed it over to Taller “Here you go! I trust you for no reason. I hope you are the man you seem to be!”

“I am a professional Business person. I never step back from my word.” Taller blabbered while getting up. Both Taller and Shorter shook hands with Fatty and left.

1 week later

Fatty was sitting on the couch and watching news on the t.v when the phone rang.

He looked at the phone and picked up smiling “Hey man, I was expecting your call anytime now. You are a professional Business person after all. Tell me, what do you have for me?”

“Your wife lives in New York  now. She rents a small place and works as an assistant at a small business office. They make office stuff, like envelopes, boxes and other stuff like that. She seems to be staying alone.” Taller replied calmly.

“Do you have evidence ? Videos? Pictures?”

“Yes, I do. I am leaving New York today and will be at your place on Friday this week. Evening at 5 mostly. Be ready with my payment”

Fatty was frowning for some reason but contained it in his speech “Sure. I want to thank you again for doing this.”

“No Problem, Just keep my money ready”. Taller was quick to hang up

 

Or

Should I scribble love or may I delve into heartbreak!

Should I vote the least debased or may I choose vote not to!

Should I pamper humans or may I abhor the inhumanity!

Should I clean the mess or may I be chaotically organized!

Should I fluff it up or may I be a realist!

Should I follow the rules or may I be a rebel for no cause!

Should I serve and rule or may I conquer and deplore!

Should I pomp and show or may I remain elusive!

Should I lounge and relax or may I blast the grandeur!

Should I live and let live or may I police all entity!

Should I be prepared or may I follow blindly!

Should I be capitalistic or may I indulge the Ideals!

Should I be myself or may I be myself!

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Or

Dilchasp

Kuch dilchasp si rooh hai unki

Baat karte hain to labon se inqilaab jhalakta hai

Pehnaave se sufiyaana rubaab jhalakta hai

Andaaz se Ishq-e-haqiqi aur tabiyat se rohaana shabaab jhalakta hai

Ankhon se dil ka hisaab kitaab jhalakta hai

Harkaton se junoon-e-khaas aur barkaton se ehem kirdaar jhalakta hai

Laut jayenge hum vapas is manzar se

Aisa ab mushil-e-halaat lagta hai

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