Your day shall come! O' ghoul

Your time shall come one day, 

you having a dervish time, 

ripping apart a gentle soul, 

laugh all you want at her last voyage, 

destiny is wicked, 

your evil mind will rot in hell, 

When your innocent children shall helplessly watch at your plight, 

for you are not sparing her memory and soul, 

today her children are suffering, 

their tears and grief, 

you shall not be spared, 

doomsday will strike on you, 

whatever goes around come back,

 karma is your bitch that hurts, 

the same that you take pride in, 

when this day comes, 

we shall watch for you didn’t think a second,

you possessed soul,

face of a ghoul.  

Keep faith

Vishal

 

Tenderness and lusty hearts

Enchantress, 

Sensual gaze, 

Flirting with a brush stroke of dust, 

longing for luscious lip, 

stroke play of earth meeting orbit,

tipping point,

slither of bosoms,

gentle hand stroking flawless surface, 

wild current rushing down the spine, 

Your easy gaze and abandon, 

knocked me off the perch,

Seductive laughter, 

intense eyes,

filling the empty soul,

flared intensity,

our gaze met,

barren souls,

 come and play,

delete the emptiness,

harvest my heart with love and lust,

ignite the tenderness of existence,

with human needs,

no foreplay,

plain individuality,

no sin is too big for men and women.

 

Dating and break up saga

 

Relationships are fickle. Some stay with us forever while the rest disappear like the dint of sand soaked in the sea waves. Break ups can tear us apart. In some uniquely fashioned cases or which is rather the norm nowadays, relationships survive for a couple of weeks and months which help us to sail through without going through the emotional trauma. It’s all about the vibes and no heavy duty burden or load. Depression sinks in when we find it tough to thrive and survive without the person who was our swan song or lil whispers cooing in the ears on the phone early morning.

 There is no point hitting the rock bottom of emptying the liquor bottle, crying in the company of mushy emotional songs or nursing wounds for the whole day.  Yes! I now see no point cursing the self about a short relationship going kaput for negative energy sucks to the core. The trick lies in getting up and hitting the latest party in town. Get sloshed if you may and start dating again. The pubs and parties are often a haven for singletons looking to hook up or having a scene. It doesn't matter if you are ending up with someone for a harmless fling or a Tandoori night. It helps to ward off emotional crisis. 

 It makes sense to be in a spree of affairs and I am not advocating two-timing kinda hit and bang but rather treading fearlessly to explore your inner side as a human being. It can be very therapeutic and strengthens the soul which grows in terms of carving out emotional balance in life. 

One of the worst things that can happen in a terrible break up or romance gone sour is that it can sap our emotional confidence and gloat into the growing distrust of human relationships. Avoid entering this pitfall which is detrimental to your growth and no point mulling over what went wrong for the past cannot come back. The most logical thing to do is to look ahead, meet new people, explore and be a wild stallion. Yes! I ain't kidding. 

As humans, we tend to go back too much to a haunting past and wear blinkers where the road ahead is seen as a bumpy road while a smooth sailing reality stares at us. It's a trait in many of us who have experienced heart breaks or hurt. We tend to run away from meeting people or even a hint of being interested from the other person is met with the scorn, often the defence mechanism employed to push people away.

Relationships are not updates or selfies that we need to put on Facebook or Instagram to seek out validations. Nor are heart breaks adultery or the biggest sins committed on earth. High time to take a chill pill and go easy on the self. So what? Screw ups happen in life. About time to stop being so obsessive about this thing called love or till death does us about apart kinda crap. It's the biggest misnomer which turns us into jilted lovers and prevent in exploring real relationships with an open mind.  

Post break up, remind yourself that there is no need to be stuck with this extra baggage and hang out with someone forever for there are relationships that come with an expiry date. It's plain stupid to hang on to someone. Just enjoy the times spent together and move on.

Love

V

Lightning's spell

Thunderous night,

 owls scratching earth's mound,

sheltering wings and feathers',

lovers’ snuggling in fear,

enmeshed flesh,

forced intimacy,

darkness casting a spell,

ransomed romance,

stirred apart,

shrieking of birds,

candle's timid flame,

road to hell,

spoilt sex,

blame it on lovers,

nah!

weather!

it comes uninvited,

the enemy within, 

crashed party,

lips missing the cue out of fear,

lightning strikes again,

devil's force to wriggle them apart,

a child wailing in fear,

rough hands cajoling,

tender touch,

hugs,

mighty thunder bows out,

melting inside the cloud.

 

A cosmic's creation

I am a cosmic creation,

I am you,

You are me,

flesh is the universe's creation,

only the soul is real,

no right or wrong,

knotted strings,

carved by fellow travelers,

a journey crafted with excitement, happiness and tears,

we belong to each other,

in the illusory world,

time is not ours to decode,

sway to the tune,

someone's else creation,

who is the creator?

a nameless benefactor,

giving us name and form,

O! Seeker,

the road is complex,

so are you!

a puppet,

or may be not!

With love 

Vishal

Flash Fiction: Frozen tale of love

 The eyes met fleetingly as she silently followed her lover inside the suite. He exuded a timid grin and lit a cigarette watching the curled ringed smoke billowing past the huge window to disappear in the starry sky. The hotel lobby was deserted in the night. He nibbled his fingers as the eyes cocked on the freshly painted blue ceiling, huge chandelier and the speckle clean white marble.

The window slid open and the strong breeze fluttered his disheveled hair in aimless direction. It was past midnight and he admired the dotted light on the busy road in the city when the feminine hands pressed his bare chest and ran down his navel.  The voice whispered something inside his ear, bite his neck as a strange force engulfed him. He followed her inside the room and the wooden door flipped close. 

 She wore a sensual smile and the eyes spouted a flared up intensity like mothball of fire as the sensual, silky body splayed on the huge bed. He asked, "Your husband?" She winked at him, "Why worry? I am the Queen. Two souls becoming one tonight. Only me and you." There was a certain evil streak in her eyes and it almost gave him a heart attack. They caressed each other. She untied her bra and slid down her pants, inching slowing to press his chest. He couldn't control his mind and body. They were wrapped like sliding balls melting into each other before falling asleep. He felt a jarring sensation piercing his chest in the morning and his head splitting in pain, spinning around the rooftop and the floor.

 He felt nauseatic and in no time, pulled his clothes and shoes to push his body out, running to his room. It felt like a hurricane and he slept for the whole day. In the evening, he felt light and took his usual walk in the hotel lobby when he saw her husband who shook his hand asking, “Alone?” He made a hesitant conversation and his eyes bobbed towards the couple suite, casually asking about the family. "No! I came here alone and spend every year at this time in this hotel. My wife died in this hotel at midnight a couple of years back."

A voice suddenly whispered in his ear, "A scintillating night it was! He is a liar and killed me in the same room.” He froze to death.

The end

100 Words: Don't lose your movie ticket

The car’s door yanked open. He ran towards the theater but was abruptly stopped by the security insisting for movie ticket. Still panting, he emptied his purse and shuffled through his jeans pocket but it has mysteriously disappeared.  He scurried back towards the car and rummaged through everything, the seat and roof but in vain. Finally, he accepted defeat but suddenly felt an arrow like sensation piercing on his chest. The movie ticket was smiling at him on his tee pocket. Dashing past the security he barged past the door as the dark screen showed, 'Don't lose your movie ticket'. 

The end.

Coffee shops and the spice of life

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Kiss in the coffee shop,
some find love and intimacy,
coffee shops soothes the nerve,
I write poetry,
words and coffee are life-long partners,
business deals aced,
makes for a spicy date,
admiring beauties,
coffee shops concocts a new story,
every single day,
create writers out of nowhere,
no luxury,
a way of life,
coffee hubs,
make great lovers,
a sensual affair,
who created coffee shops?
a genius perhaps,
to whine time,
whipping dreams,
no life without coffee shops.

Memory that haunts

Moments framed inside the heart,

unfiltered emotions,

tears running deep inside our consciousness,

steamed joy,

innocence,

sacred bonding,

of friendship and love,

days of purity,

the era always comes in another form,

dreams,

to give expression,

haunt the soul,

universe way of telling us,

cross all limits,


quench the thirst,

achieve the half-baked dreams,

fly to conquer,

never let aspirations die,

jostled out of bed in the wee hours,

read the sign,

the soul's calling,

listen to this heart craving for the extraordinary.

Love
Vishal

Liquor and the wandering soul

One single drop of tear,

lost in the vast flow of alcohol,

mind swaying to the shots,

loneliness may just be another name,

liquor makes for gallant company,

who says we are alone?

company is an adjective for the mind,

our silly emotions,

limitless thoughts soaring in the sky,

the individual ceases to matter,

the glass does,

a soul wandering from one place to the other,

in quest of a refined identity,

to create and join the strings,

longing for togetherness,

love,

intensity.

Love

Vishal

Limitless faces, One Indian identity

Fearless voices,
celebrating colors of diversity,
unflinching unity,
One nation,
under the rainbow of Republic,
crushing caste and religion,
to coalescence into a single voice,
seamless humans,
spirit of togetherness,
prejudice has no name or reason to be,
thousands languages,
rich and timeless heritage,
teaching love in all its forms,
a pledge for national integration,
cornuscopia of faces,
we have limitless,
but one,
a powerful force,
no one dare to break,
being Indian,
is an emotion,
rooted and anchored,
a lifetime bond,
speaking the language of tolerance,
freedom is our pride.

Happy Republic Day to all Indians.

Ten Mistakes I wish haven't done in my 20s

If I could turn and spin the wheel of time to fix it at Orbit level, there are so many things that would have been done differently. I don't regret reckless mistakes but seriously hope there was a guide to gently show me things. The 20s was such an era of confusion and a rigid mind which obsessed over things. I wish there was a hit, pause, rewind and stop button where fear would be put to rest. I have always been an overthinker to a rigid level that made me lose focus. It was never about me but the world and at the end, I lost myself to the crowd.


1. Chucking out the fear that ruled my life whether it's dating, going for a harmless fling and adventure spree to experiment life in all its various forms.


2. Pumped iron. I hardly exercised in my 20s and was ruled by fear and laziness when it came to fitness.  It surely took a toll when I reached my 30s.


3. Standing up to people and questioning the rules of society more often. Status quo can gnaw and kill your own self.


4. Believe in my dreams and work my ass to make things happen, whether it's my passion to make it in movies or walking the tightrope. I didn't push myself harder.


5. Take a risk and plunge in asking this super hot girl out. So what, I was turned down and faced rejection? There is so much fun and learning in being shown the door. At least, I should have tried and failed which I did but not enough.


6. Stop worrying about being broke or the lack of money. It shouldn't have dampened my spirit to experiment and living life fully.


7. Stand up more for the self, ideologies, and values. There is a certain passionate pleasure and courage to defend one's own opinion on various things. I didn't take a stand for things that I believe in on several occasions.


8. Travelled more to explore the world, meet new people and educate myself.


9. Listening to the heart more often. I have always followed the heart but didn't experiment with life like I should to chuck out self-doubts raging within.

10.  I never questioned myself or assessed the impulsive decisions that I took or for that matter, never banged on the door hard enough. I did ignore the voice of reason who advised me not to go for a Master in Economics since I already hold a Bachelor degree. Since I am interested in cinema, the main thing was to go for Mass Comm. Rupali, my classmate gave me this advice which I never listened to. Today, I am into journalism and regret not listening to her. But, it's never too late and this is what I plan to do.

Half empty glass and longing for the destination

Unrequited dreams,

half empty glass,

longing for the destination,

love,

unsung battles,

carving new memories,

happiness slathered on the veins,
hope for one lost soul,

waging war within,

flutter of branches,

breaking the silence,

a miasma of cluttered thoughts,
feeling caught in the storm,

choking one's emotions,

craving for the release,

breakaway,

an inner voice shouted,

like the jilted lover.
ain't no magnificent child,
not destiny's favorite,
joined the army of alienated,
denied of love and pleasure,
 swimming among sharks,
no bruise can hurt my soul,
quenching the thirst in the vast sea,
unfulfilled prose.

With love
Vishal

L-word

Love,

simply woven word,

right in the tapestry of thoughts,

encircling the universe,

fragmentation of feelings,

over abused,

faking it,

albeit reducing to nothingness,

L-word,

is what we need,

spinning strength and emotional balance,

loving like there is no tomorrow,

plagued by uncertainty,

pain reflects the harbinger of hope,

too real,

forsake everything we have,

in its name,

be real,

they often tell,

narrating tales of angst and pain,

firm up in the chasm of real emotions,

 driving us to the path of belief,

feel it inside.

Vishal