Escapescape

So gently she whispers...
Like a chant so needs a content....
Like a saint so needs a void , For his constellation...
Like a peacock so needs an atmosphere....
Like in my dreams when she holds a flower... So lucid... So a myth....

She has a garden of devas.. Where she floats , like i am levitating..
Where she titivates , like i am rusting... Without you...

I waited so long for this oblivion...
Just look at the sky closing your eyes , my dreams alliances those are...
Host for a star conference...
You know the paradise alignment...
You know the pace of faith....
You know the ecstasy in purple....
You made the linguistic lifeforms....

So slowly she releases the peace...
Like a steam that emerges into a mist...
Like a vision that culminates blink of eyes...
Stranded in a temple is me...
Chimes announces her presence.....
Her reflections guiding the sun... Foolish beam dances in pride , deranged rays makes liquid geometries...
& i just stared this... from the entrance...
In a parallel perimeter for the third time i sensed her dominions.....

Disguising in the bird dress gyrates she & drops a feather... So lucid.. So a myth...
aroma advanced my cult...
aroma wandered in a search...
Aroma draws her eyelashes....
Distortion in this carbonic world or maybe an unusual trap....
The feather fell inside the shrine....
& i just stared this.... from the entrance...
In a chromatic perimeter for the second time i sensed her dominions...

Secret in a shadow clutches conscious...
Packed in a ceramic sculpture pertaining a single dimension....
Fahrenheit Like a monkey hopping on to next level...
Aimless odyssey... Anti anti... Or a lovescape...

Lost in terrain , smiled at a crimson tulip...
When plucked.. It evolved into a bee...
It aviated & made the sky crimson on a golden sun....
Her translation allows information into the sky of a rediscovered age...

An experience legitimates the dream... So lucid... So a myth
the most innocent is our nature because the most innocent is our nature...

I raised my hands & the terrain rejuvenated... into the eden...
A peafowl blessed me with a leaf...
The pace of faith added more progression....
The branches aligned & what i saw was the leaf architecture...
So many paths schismed to a destination..
Absorbing life ... Grooms tears so melancholic...
Companion of the benevolent culture....
In a love wardrobe.... Is leaf architecture...
Origin of our supposedly familiar legacy... An escapescape....

In a destined parameter for the first time i sensed her dominions... That was a clue...
I rushed... kissed another tulip & it evolved into the feather...
& the next moment I was inside the shrine...
Disguising in the bird dress gyrates she... at the entrance...

She Smiled at cluster of swollen dafodills blushing on a stone... Approached & blessed them with affection..
She closed her eyes & with an airstream she disappeared... So comfortably like a steam that emerges into mist..
Rediscovered a midway through her that ends & brings us more closer...
Makes us more intelligent

overpowered sounds of those chimes i stared blindly...
She just disappeared...
& i stared the entrance....

Forever....

Poseiden faded from eyes...
The hope that i saw in god...
Remove powers in me....

I am no villian , but a disciple of fate..
I am no pure , my temple is no more sacred...
If her prophecy is my tendency , then i ask mortality..,
this is the only way i can adore her..

The gods on the otherhand faked .... And i've forfeited , but i will not escape ...
Together we will unfortunate our expectations...
My philosophy is philanthropic , i offer her victory....

If i ever say... Where there were no words , but a faith that you all understood me.
Then it's our time to sleep for the longest night...
If i descend with my arms wide open...
Then all it needs is a last hug.. That says never leave me alone , tie me in an unbreakable chains with you...
Don't make me fall , paint me a statue white..
What are you thinking , give me a hand....
We'll break this misguided statue of might....

Now the stage is set.....
Sabotages are the final benedictions from my peoples...
That throne &
Those hearts who covered their eyes for as in a belief or trust to my intangible promises.... I am sorry....

Let these curtains open , this theatre will never close....
Every empty evening will cry , every empty reasons will crash in a sorrow.....
Forgive me if it's so early... But a "forever" is all i am with......

If i ever say.... What future narrates is every mortal victories will bring immortal defeats....
Then We will not accept this , let tomorrow never grow....

Now the stage is set.... Let these curtains open on us.... Wash the entrance ... Next sunlight will not be pleased....
These windows will never be closed...
Every empty chair will cry...
Every empty moments will bond to picture us , every mortal defeats will bring immortal victories... When we'll sing this last serenade for our love for life.....
What a beautiful gift...
What a beautiful mistake...
What an imperfect journey...
What an innocent love chorus sung by infant
What a pretty child.... Blind me... Our baby is falling away.... Our lovehope... Our child..

Lets sing this last serenade for the silence that cried on my sadthrone......
I am sorry mother , my path never taught falsehood....
I lied to you.... That i went to might princess...
Just had a crush to die in your arms...
Now don't come in my path....
You are weakening me , don't corrupt me....

We shall share this fate...
We shall share this celebration...
Behind the sleepless fog is she who lied herself , destining us to fall...
Spit on that crown....
This wicked heart always gets heavy , these Tears are plague...
I've nothing to offer.... We, those who were destined as the weak sunset....
For this last time , my peoples.... All i can say is die with honour....

"flying rhino"

a coloristic inconvenience refracting a lounge.....
where a natural human commands gathered sources...
i am unword but a faith that we understand each other...
we were like maniacs...
let there be light, let there be control...

"it feels like _______ when you know your life is a devotion"

consciousness driven by helixes...
consciousness developing a triptych...
consciousness unfolding it...
let there be control, let there be consciousness...
& we entered the exit...

""back there... for every mile covered... i was getting close to him... at the back seat.... some dopers consumed their joints...
and it beautified when the instrument played some sound that speaks like...
"kaliedoscopic colors,
psychotropic sounds,
geometric hallucinations,
the answers will be found..."
that sound furnished me big...
i was on that path...
A mesmerizing path...""

"it's like i have been living this life... but being someone else"

we entered the garden of daisies...
we entered uncultured...
we entered atmosphere...

relaxed vortex... an experience... my saviour...


Waiting for moonlight...
music repeats itself...
music floats on an echo...
music like an aircraft...
music like a voyage...
A music like him...

Waiting for moon shine...
we entered pure ...
we entered spiral house...
We entered the skyline...
from where i could see myself... and everyone...
colors splashed, auras flashed...
except mine... which was colorless...
i stared me
who was i...

they tranced the floor... they deranged the dance...
that was there devotion... a shamanic devotion...
a hippie constitution... that was a flight beyond insanity...

the time stopped... &
i entered quantum...
i gazed at my sight...
a flying rhino passed me by... much lighter... but was blindfolded...
making his way to the gateway of dreams...

a rhino covered in "chandan"... that was ethnic...
chandan in it,s flute... "vismaya" in it's sitar...
life is nothing but a bunch of closed strings...

it was like a dream... as soon as you get your eyes off it..
it is gone...
i gazed at my sight... who was i...
like a dream... as soon as you get your eyes off him...
he is gone...

a rhino like a jamaican sitting... next in a hash bazaar...
counting on his stuff... "marrying the melody... i will
find the way to the sun..."

a rhino like a woman...
a woman in her dreams... a dream like a "shringara"...
a mirror like a photograph pointing... you are in lotus...
so lovely she looks... carved in stones... her sensuous poses
eyes of a deity... jeweled her bosoms to neck area...
a vicious move of a decorated golden capsule...
when capsule popped out a scent of rajasthani spices...
the rhino opened his eyes and
looked at me and said "how about a spice..?"

and i entered exit...

i felt something... my consciousness...
that's how i saw you...
i am in his arms...i know that i know...
and that skyline seemed thousands of miles away...
back was the old git... around me those same israelies and
indian friend...

we tranced the floor... we deranged the dance...
that was our devotion... shamanic devotion...
that was my first rave... someone complemented me
"son of northern mother"...
we entered atmosphere... we entered uncultured...
we were in old manali ... we were in spices...
that was a flight beyond insanity into the painted sky...
where code was r.u.d.r.a.k.s.h.....

Solstice

Thing happens when i look at the sky....don't know when it will descend on me,..

Thing happens when ever i fall to rise...

Thing happens when i want to correct myself...whenever i crawl to justify..

Thing happens when she repeats every single words i said....

Who are you ?... Are you a dream or a syndrom,,,
if you are a magic or a syndrom,,.. Your eyes are same as mine..

Thing happens whenever i try to search myself and result in you....

There are times when there is nothing i could see...,,and a thing happens when i just want to see you...

I don't remember you...who r you ?
Are you a dream or a syndrom...
Are you a magic or a dog star...
your scream is same as mine....

A floral seduction...a mystery you are,,

sunflower that changes it's direction....An honor for unfolding process of life...

Alone in these woods i can hear you chanting...you are every where,,

please come forth... I know i am your victim..

An enigma ... A transformation of souls.... You are in me and i am in you...

I am weak , a perpetuality...
Obscure you , a tragedy...
You emanate such a sweet melody...

Please come forth,,,i know i am your victim...

Alone in these bamboos..,, my dive into forbidden landscape ...

Where buddha a centre,,

In this shrine , my fall shrinks..

I tried to manifest his stillness that is overwhelming me,,..

Buddha has a secret,, an honor for unfolding process of life...

Buddha has that answer,,.. Conundrum to explore...

facing buddha ,, staring him... it needs courage,,...that destroyed my interiors...

facing ambience ,, thought's enlighted...,, it needs courage...a rage against silence...

that sound rose again.... a high pitched flute was "shakuhachi"...
embracing darkened emotions......

her voice .... a shout ,, she cried loud ,,
angst in itself... incision pertaining 'trance'.....
that was beyond utopia....


what is leave's life??...just like tears....that falls..
buddha cleaved my faith........
but he opened his eyes........

If i was the chosen one... Or was my myth like a frozen sun...

Was that my second dive....
Or a moment of clarity....

His lusture was not decent....
His lucidity was not kind.....
Unexpected occurence , senses denied....

Now i have that secret...
I know what 'thrillout' are his eyes....
Prodigiously a ruler , beautiful eclipse , like a solstice...

what is leave's life??...just like tears....that falls..
buddha cleaved my faith........
but he opened his eyes........

Was that all decided...or...
A flaw that had a flow....

Shrine turned into a space....
That reflected "three geikos "...
One playing "shakuhachi"...
Other "shamisen".. middle one was the mistress.....

She rolled her eye lashes....
As virgin as innocent....
Danced she... Or tranced me...

Her kimono an art... Powder shades of blue and green, relating waves , ...followed by two suns ,Explaining unusual....

Her purple obi , a contrast...
Her posture.. Her moves...
Like a mythology that proves... spirituality

Holding umbrella high , she turned her painted back ..
Opened her folded fan...That she spinned...
Adding the glory of her side face ...
She smiled....
An impossible view...

She started shivering....
Her posture.... Her moves...
Like telling a story...
"sun supressed by a rainfall forever".....

She turned ... &
she turned...
She visioned the sky with a rage..
I was in love... "that was sun's fury... To rise again...."

Rhythms of shamisen... Was like a soul to the back ground....
& she was gone...

I followed her to the garden....
But she was gone......
All I waited was her...
All I prayered was she...
I waited for dawn....
But sun never espoused her.....
Nothing like dawn came into play....


Garden was she...
"That never had sunrise"....
I was in love....
Her love was my destiny....
A perseverance...
An ecstacy....

I waited there for her , whole my life......
That garden was eternal...
A solstice.....





i can hear you chanting...you are every where,,

please come forth... I know i am your victim....

hallucination,obscene and teens

when i opened my eyes, light sparkled ,, the dream was terminated ,,a sunset had passed
.....eye lashes got inspired by magnetism of virtuality........

light sparkled,,,,the dream that was terminated.....
the clock that got killed..........
subconscious that got inspired by magnetism of nothingness.....

where are you now ?.....
who cares about past......
light processed....
the dream that had to be terminated........
a moment that had to be killed........
a dawn that never had any inspiration from sun,,,,

who cares where we are and how much time had passed,,,
where are you now?..........i stand alone!!
the dream that never had any termination,,,,
the clock that never existed,,
sun that never waked me up......

when i opened my eyes,,that was another dream....iris illuminated...illuminated
tears........body light as helium....closer i get ...faster beats my heart....
cold lachrymals...frozen heart,,,,,
but who cares ? cause she never cared.........
ima lying on waters.........but who is drowning.........
closer i get .........more beautiful you are,,,,,,

living on pills when i injected it,,it uses my subconscious to express itself....
i have only half answers...........
what is right and what is wrong........i dont care about

getting into black thing.........when i opened my eyes,,,,,,,that was another dream
....faint but dreaming.....believing the lie,,,,crucified by the truth,,,,
forced by lust ,,,,mastrubation a self abuse,,,,
i continue travelling towards faith that i embrace..............
what is right and what is wrong????.....who cares..
because i have only half answers......

a state between falling
and flying
between imagination
and idea
between apocalypse
and prophecy
between conspiracy
and tragedy
between colors
and emotions
between fire and infernal
between initiating
and healing
between shaping and visualizing...........
because i have only half answers for intention and half for consequences
dont what is right and what is wrong......i closed my eyes
...that was another dream....




walking along the streets,,leaning against walls,,,squatting outside shops,,,
travelling in buses,,,but destination unknown,,,broken rubber banded cell phones
are so appealing,,,we stop only for art,,in search of ambience we walk alone,,
we are freak,, we are creative,,we try weird makeovers,,we are pretty,,,we burn at
zero celsius,,,we are harlots ,, we are tyrrants,,,we love intricasy,,we get distracted,,,astrology decides us ,,,night life attract us,,love life we suck at,,,
dad's money we dont give a damn,,,best artists we save for,,hi life we pay for,,
we are harlots but then also we are glamorous,,,we are TEENS....but then also...................

i ingested that again.....that thing had a spirit or soul.........walls clashed,,,subconscious collapsed

...eyes wide open,,,,,compelled by inactivity,,,,eyes swollen,,,cursing my sins,,,,attacked by insanity,,,,,skinny,,,peoples staring,,i asked for rose and poison..........

" you never loved me darling

this will keep us together

a taste of poison and blood

death is all love has...

when sun shine it hurts

at every sunset my sins are forgiven...

you always thought i am lunatic

i still love your skin even it's used

darling that rose is for my grave

rest of poison is for you........

you see i am not mad....
my arms is waiting for you "

3 IDIOTS

The title may head your brains 2wards the chetan bhagat's "5 . someone"..but dis post aint composed for novel's publicity nor film's..but yeah it may have some significance associated to my likes and dislikes..........
chetan bhagat is a good writer... ofcourse is better than JK rowling's harry potter series.......man!!!! both bollyfilms and harry potter are poison 4 a creative mind........one being too fancy to be real and another being too childish to be unreal
now 4 all harry potter lovers ....i am sorry cause i dont get carried away....
and for all harry potter haters ......PUT AN UMBRELLA IN ROWLING'S ARS AND ...OPEN IT !!!!.......

my hate 4 bolly films (some movies are good) actually started with the film "RUDRAKSH"....
DAMN..that movie.....or what a movie......whose great mind was behind such an explosion ???......... i wanna meet that bloke and want to work as
his slave 4 rest of my life....hehehe........i mean it require guts to release such a film...........anyways back to chetan bhagat

Bloke had sex wid his HOD"S daughter...i am not sure if my HOD Is also havin any daughter or not but some one told me that his wife left him.....(really lucky).........now i am also havin some bittersweet relationship wid my HOD.......he is a molester.......
My HOD namely mr giri (best among faculties) if i remember once he caught me for long hair,loose Tshirts,long beard........and thank god i wasnt havin lip pierced at that time........
he was starin me like if i was the one 4 which his wife left him.......
he came nearer and started giving me lectures on personality and punctuality........... when he asked my course ..i told him "MBA"..........(4 those who dont know .. ..i am a B.TECH student)..........
now he recognizes me as M.B.A guy.......(i am in trouble ........hey i saved Giri's life he shud be thank ful to me )
HEY...in some way i saved his life ........like if i would have told him tht i belong to his branch and course.....than he would have died of heart failure or something (person like me must have been his wierdest nightmares).....i have seen Giri's students they are like "being neglected from outer world" or..they are just............"SIMPLE"......holy shit!!!!.
donno what's gonna happen as almost 1st year is going to end.....& got to face that monster next year.........what i 'll do then??????
hmmmmmmmmmm........... i 'lll say "SURPRISE"..............
or i 'll say.....last night some aliens came and granted me with a wish...and i demanded to be an engineering student instead of M.B.A
so here I am...........
or most funniest i 'll use fake teeths like in JODHI NO.1 ........hehehe

see....it's just trouble follows me.......
it has always been my priority to treat teacher's as my friend........sharing things,,counselling each other,respect 4 each other's sentiments...........................OR................saying "aur saale ! kya haal hai"....slapping their butts,,,asking them"aur kya khayega hafshi".......and asking them money " sau rupay udhaar diyo be ".........OR ...inventing some ugly sounds wid them................haaaaaaah... let's hope

you know guys from tommorow my internal exams are starting....and i don't even know the name of my subjects .........me being nocturnal ...studies at night.......yesterdays's night i had wasted in attending palash sen performing in G.T.B.H........
I HATE PALASH SEN AND HIS GROUP..........that isnt my taste......his music stinks...............
nothing like good music was there...........but wanna tell you energy was full on there.........(that is the great thing about indian crowd).......
drunked students with cigarettes in their hands...........they made the whole enviroment ..stinky ,,smoky,,and messy....(foolish doctors)........

PALASH SEN wid his square ars chumps... trying everything from "another brick in the wall......to......... humpty dumpty"...(sucks big time)......but......that was his college once..........senior performing in front of their juniors......that was the place where his career started........i knew there will be some different AURA.............

i know this post is mediocre among the level.......

those who know me.......must be thinkin i,ve gone mad .....as..there wasnt any sky gravity concepts of invisible reality,................but still there is a limitation that " IN THE END ,,,,,,,,WE'LL REMAIN HUMANS ONLY" and that dry tree in the picture has got all the answers.....

So,,,..........these were 3 idiots.......(mr giri,,palash sir.......hey who is the third one??????)))

nite : life 01

((sparkles and red purplish shade....,,then reflection of flashes of white light.........some color paints,,,swim-suit,,black sunglasses at night,,,taste of lemonade...and most important hypnotic scent...and dark lipsticks.....hhmmm .....golden outlines too))

oh man .......i completed the puzzle AT-LAST.....

so the whole concept was .............temptations .......isnt it?

may be more towards seduction......... or......... excitingly appealing towards being sexy............

."SEDUCTION" is a trance state......&.... scents can take us to the infinitely small trance state............

....have you ever tasted pefumes and lipsticks rather than wearing them???

i mean to say.......... how much you know about your accessories?

now i had mixed various perfumes wid each other...and then.......... tasted there aroma...few days back

and i was able to distinguish between them........

maybe the thing is each aroma has it's own quality and emotional influences..

and emotions may have certain physiological variations(feelings)........

and i believe feelings can be easily separated..............

i can probably say "SEDUCTION" is derived from "GLAMOUR"

.....& some peoples have wrong perception of "SEDUCTION"

quality of MAGIK,,alluring,,attracting,,excitment.......that's wot "GLAMOUR" is,,,and................. "NITE:LIFE" rules it

glimpsing night was ruling the sky.......i looked at my watch......10:00 am......okkkkkk......

WWHHAATT!!..i shaked my watch....& i realised my watch's disability.........hehehe

i gave a look around...to see if some one was watching me...........

and found nothing but some foreigners,,, a bar reflecting some bright colours,,and a coffee cup that was kicked by me.............man the beverage was .......yucky

"hey lovish,,how can you drink that s***"...now lovish was still on his coffee

"it's fine..man..."

"what's fine.....let me see"......i tasted the coffee again.......now the coffee was incredible in taste....

"is it the same coffee"......i asked

"yes i believe"...

DUHHHH.......man how can they do that to me .....i got that s*** to drink.......

i recapitulated the whole thing

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it was almost 11:30...........and we were in the only coffee shop that was still open at dat time....The cafe coffee day................now we had tried almost whole of the menu ...but there was still something undone.. "irish coffee"....

we read the description....(a taste of black cofee with cream and wine).....

"sounds interesting"..........i said

"if you can get us 2 irish coffees ?? "...lovish said....

the man at counter was busy (not that busy) wid a lady..............and couldnt get us.........

"airish caaffee sir minaat thoo ".........man at the counter said.....

what he said juss now........... i looked at lovish & ofcourse he was lookin at me

hahah....i mean......that man was giving expressions that he is a doctor in english lingo.....& "sir" was the only correct pronounciation.............

"eeyou airish caffeee ?".......he exclaimed again.................

now i thought to extract some fun outtta it....

"i & me friend coffee irish ..drink...".....i replied..............hahahahaa

lovish knew what i was upto,,,,,but not other peoples at the counter...they were looking at me..................

and the appreciable thing .... that man was able to UNDERSTAND ME....he was a genius.......

now people der must be thinking ........"hum dono ek hi gaon ke hai"......hehehe

"ok sir thoo airish caaffeee doorriiinkk".......he said again....

and at last we were there with the coffeee.....

"note how many??"...i asked .............hahahahaha.......

we gave the money..and stepped out....

and kicked that coffeee soon after completion of my process of tasting it.....

mann!!! disgusting taste it had

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i mean... god was taking revenge for ma action of making fun of that NERD!!!....

now going contrary to the silent lucidity of night...........we entered into the collection of boys and gals...(all of them were teenagers)......and i saw more crowd heading toward us........

we were in front of a bar.....

smoke was the flavour there.....bar was reflecting some random bright colours,,,,,,there was a gorgeus aura generated from those teenagers....many of the teenagers were havin punk dressin sense,,,,few were in simple make overs but were lookin attractive,,,,

i saw few gals wid dark eye shades & black nail paints were smokin (may be tryin 4 first time)

they realised that i was lookin steadily at them....they offered me a cigratte

"i and me friend cigratte no" .........i said

..........now what to say ......i slapped myself..........and corrected.......

"thank you " i said ... taking tht cigarette.........(donno why i said "yes" to the thing)

.......(hey ........ i dont do drugs)..........

juss wanna tell you that "GLAMOUR GROWS ON YOU" may be thats why i didnt denied that cigratte..........

but the gal who had offered me addiction was really pretty...............

i was dreaming that if i got married to her than we'll both teach our kids "HOW TO SMOKE CIGARETTES???"

anyways....i continued staring at her sight like a fool.................

now it was almost 2:30 in the morning.....lovish was getting late....has to return goa that moring only...............
i hugged lovish tightly.......
"man! see ya... 5 months later".....lovish said......


In the morning .....again late 4 college......
on the way (thinking of today's excuse).......i donno from where a small boy came & stood in front of me ....."bhaiya kuchhh paise de do"...
i checked my pockets ........ wasnt having any change at that time.... but that yesterday's cigarette was still wid me.....


& i gave it to that small kid......(le beta aish kar).....HOW KIND I AM.....hehehe.


............completed ma college........and in the evening again went to ...........

i donno what magnetism pulled me back there.............

(let's see that girl.......what i she trying??)
.......she was checking silver ear rings....

.....her magenta nail paints......a sweet tempting aroma ...........mixed with her spicy female voice ......"bhaiya yeh kitne ka hai".....(to the seller).......that blew me away......hehehe

NIGHT is blessed wid a sable identity.............(but for me it is comprises of most beautiful colours)...................

Designer shops,,long hair,,fashion stairs,,smoke,,teasing,,hot gals,,kinky hair,,BARS,,slangs & taffy comments,,models,,leather shoes.....with the shade of moon..............

was a fascinating thing to look at.............

(you may call it "I AM CRAZYYYYY"........but there is no other way to feel "FASHION" )