Beloved!

I wanna never ever forget you as long as I breathe.

I wanna remember you on the scintillating drops of rainfall

Or, in the melody of birds chirruping their agonies.

I wanna never forget the perfection of your silhouette

Or, how beautifully your hands glided over my rib cage

I wanna never forget the way you looked into my eyes

Although, that phrase is so cliché that I wanna puke it out

I wanna never forget how I wanted to spend my weekends,

With you, by my side, doing nothing just confined in our own spaces.

I wanna never forget how you held me and kissed me on my forehead

Or, just locked your lips onto mine.

I wanna never forget how you rambled on to let me know,

the way I made you feel.
i wanna never forget the way i doubted your love and you doubted mine,
until we swore to love each amidst all the flaws.

I wanna never allow the gory human memory to deceive me,

into forgetting the beautiful things that we once shared.

Coz, your love even for a brief while was above all,

Above all that my five senses that partake me in my lifetime.

I wanna never forget the way you came into my life,

Even if it was for a brief while until you vanquished into the thin air.

boo-yah

You see hatred is a quelling thing, the harsh reality and the best reality that makes us unapologetically human  is the fact that we can sense emotions ,sense emotions in such a way that it tends to lift oneself up  to wuthering heights as well as fuck oneself in a tirade like the Bermuda triangle . This sense of emotion can vary from a very trivial matter to a matter of utmost importance like losing a loved one.

So how does one get away from this unwanted emotion, the simple answer is one 'does not 'or simply `one cannot' because no matter what,  this thing called emotions binds us in such a way that it’s connected somehow to the overall functioning of our lives  dating back to things and experiences that shaped us and truth be spoken every individual has their own story to tell.

Sometimes when bad emotions or experiences take a toll on us, different people have different approaches to deal with it.  Some pacify themselves and move on, in most cases the wonders of words come to rescue, making oneself stronger, more acceptable about the inevitable and ready to tackle the world. In extreme scenarios, some flee to some poor part of Asia  and try to save the world or worse still some plan it on the back of their heads on joining a jihadi group to fight the injustices of the world.

After having said the most basic fundamental nature of being a social , rational and an emotional being , its hard enough to deal with the complexities and perplexities of life but amidst all of these it’s still in your own personal realm to look at things the way you want to , not everything that is bitter has to be bitter , if one can segregate the bitter with the object emanating bitter , perhaps one wouldn’t be as miserable as one could be .

The truth is having a clear conscience and innate goodness is what matters after all, its okay to hate the bitters/lows of our life however, make it a healthy hating and hate the cause that triggers the situation but not the source/person that is behind it.

Funny thing is the vulnerability of human beings only exposes itself with people they are closest with or with the ones they love so deeply. for e.g.: when a lovers trait of characters unifies with his loves trait of characters, there is a harmony and unison but at the same time when it begins to disrupt that similar trait of character identifies with the lover himself and a hatred propels towards him which becomes a common cause of failed relationships .

Things happen, situations and circumstances take its own toll, it’s very natural for things to happen the way they are and even if we begin to question, things go unanswered although it might bring in a little bit of clarity for some . Amongst all of these there are certain things that are better left unquestioned, one just has to live through it till one breathes.  

Sometimes it’s okay to be irrational or mean , it’s just so liberating …..

Ending up in lady Gagas tune “im on the right track, baby I was born this way”

smrii

Rooman

Rooman was a happy women and a gay women

people loved Rooman 

boys loved rooman and girls loved Rooman

but Rooman loved a women

Rooman loved a women so deep that it almost hurt

not only did it hurt her but it hurt the others too

it hurt their sentiments so deep that nobody could fanthom

so they summoned Rooman and deemed her unfit for society

but Rooman aint like any other women, she fought and fought 

she fought for her rights and finally led the queer parade 

some pretended to understand the parade

while some just marched coz it surely be hell cool 

mostly just marched with their headstrong liberal feathered hats

In some-places Rooman won the battle while she lost in some

but eyes were continued to be pried, things spied and truth lied

poor Rooman! she had only loved and loved and loved

all she wanted was to be understood what was most natural

it didn't need a parade, all it needed was an open heart and genuine love.

la la la.....

YOU

I looked at you and remembered the cascading rainfall of a moist July afternoon

"pretentious and off-putting"

thought

That perfect chisel of yours

That beauty of bones so defined

That angelic stature swivelling across

Making me go weak in the knee

Oh dear! Earth wasn’t meant for you

                                                    smrii

thought

I am on  an age where i have a fine understanding of the trivialities of your character and jolly accept people like you like the way they are.

but....

I am also on an age where i am too absorbed on my own centralities that i wouldn't want to waste my time understanding your trivialities and treading along

                                                                                                            

Smrii

Momentual Fervour

There cannot be a better tomorrow than today
this pain may multiply rapidly and carcasses are likely to erupt

To love is to feel special
to feel special is to be killed eventually
Oh bukowski! i feel thee...

Everything comes with a surreal clarity like the power of words,
that can enchant as well as destroy

Things  deceive, observation deceive
human bodies deceive , but if you delve deeply
the whole nature deceives

Humans are merely meant to comply and go on and on,
so long your mind is sufficed with the daily fodder

The fervour of age and times channel you towards fervoured intensity
only to dissipate in the end
you feel you have made it,only to realize that you've pulled it through
O Wordsworth! i hear ye!and why you were once uttered with the title "lost leader"

Pure love! Pure passion !
too greedy to want it all
Pure love ! Pure passion!
too generous to give them all

Bouts of loneliness and pangs of longingness
slowly venturing the grizzled path
clearing it with each step
making oneself comfortable
only to realize later  that grizzled was what it truly was
and grizzled is what it will always remain...