Kiss of petals

Music to the heart;

String of madness;

Passion;

Thy call it love;

Eyes longing for each other;

A valley of spring;

Roses blossoming together;

Kiss of petals;

Sound of guitar;

Singing a new song;

Love like never before;

Lose all sense of balance;

Just love;

Pure madness;

Innocence lost;

Fuck morals;

With Love

Vishal

December 16: Darkness engulfs existence

December 16.

A grim reminder on darkness encapsulating a nation.

The light went off yet Nirbhaya, brought us together,

a powerful lesson that she remains eternal among us. 

She echoed the fight that shall never put to rest,

for she is the light that shall overpower darkness.

A symbol for women, perhaps,

to fight for respect and equality,

despite her soul was mutilated.

Her name, Jyoti Singh, whose parents are putting a brave fight every single day.

Three years has passed.

The daunting courage of her parents should be lauded for never letting her spirit die.

We owe it to her for pushing a nation to say NO to rape.

Moments of sadness and distress shrills our heart,

when her perpetrator walks free.

Justice is blind to the suffering of a soul, a family and countless women facing sexual harassment and children raped.

December 16!

Lest we forget!

Small and innocent children killed by mass murderers in a school.

Tender beings killed in the flower bud.

How can one destroy cradles of innocence!
Shame on us for shrieking voices doesn't move humans.

How can they be so inhuman that tenderness doesn't move them and the power of hatred wins over love and compassion?

Fellow humans!!

Have you no shame?

Where you came from and how you grow up from an innocent child to hate mongers?

Peace and love is eluding us like the dark cloud.

We shall take a plea to spread love and humanity around.

No! Hatred shall not win or the whole humanity will stand in decay.

A prayer to the memories of Jyoti Singh and innocent children killed.

Spread Love

V

Wheel of time

Like rotating change and the tide of the wind,

life speeds at 360 degrees.

The wheel of time is not static but ever changing.

Sometimes we lose track as we are carried by the undercurrent of change,

incurring its wrath.

Coming to terms with change and coping with the wheel of time,

we are caught in the storm.

The real self takes a beating and frustration over powers the soul.

Our body and mind loses its sense of balance and gnawed by weakness.

Jolted by electric sensation and the body is crumpled to suddenly growing old,

the mind hovers to the sensational past and the now where the light has faded.

It sends depressing feeling to the mind where happiness is lost in translation.

The urge to fight the battle has waned.

Sometimes, we must stop for a while to let feeling of pessimism to sink in.

Rekindle the urge to fight the inner demons and start everything from Zero.

It's the changing tide and wheel of time at storming speed.

Never battle against the crushing force for it may exterminate us.

Conquer its speed with a calm mind and let the force wreak havoc.

There will come a time when its mighty force will emasculate.

Like a smart warrior, play the cards wisely and attack to conquer the dreaded enemy.

Mount like a victor on the wheel of time.

Season to love

It's the season to love;
Formless beauty:
I go crazy at the sight of your hair hair fluttering with the wind;
Jumping with the hand up to reach out for the sky
on hearing your name:
Wanna grab the star,
and gentle put it in the palm on your hand for you are no less than one.
Feel like dancing in the rain and soaking from top to toe,
Dreaming about you;
You are an angel and everything about is so perfect.
Your magical face trigger happiness inside my heart.
Till we meet another day in paradise.
Exotic beauty and love you are.

With love

Vishal

Wild winter

Steamed noodles,

warms the heart.

It's winter.

The cold percolates and seeps through the body,

as I down not one but couple of whisky pegs.

Nestled on the couch and wrapping the blanket,

eyes closed in the silent room,

as one's thought is transported to the world of imagination and wild dreams.

String of friendship

String of friendship pulled,

For there is always a reason season to celebrate and renew the bond.

As we hark back to the past,

we were just kids playing together,

kicking the ball and lolling in the paddy field,

Chasing each other,

silly fights we had,

Only to be friends the next day and hugging each other.

A bonding that moved beyond time.

True friendship never rustle with time or altered over time. 

Celebrate the differences in high spirit and let friendship soar in the sky.

With Love

Vishal