Today I bleed, again.

​I know I’ve been hurt before.

Running after ma, as a toddler,
and bruising my knees against the solid ground.

Or fighting dada over the smallest things,
but he showed he cares when my tooth fell off.

It didn’t always hurt to bleed, though.

Like when I donated blood on turning 18!

I still have the yellow smiley brooch they gave me.

Numerous times I’ve cut my poor finger.

I had a tough time to learn cooking,
Daddy’s princess turned a queen, you see.

The best of all? It was when I bled to give birth.

It seemed like aeons lying on the table, pushing harder by the minute.

But oh, her little cry still rings in my mind like a sweet jingle.

Every time it was worth the pain.

What about now, you wonder?

Now when I bleed, it isn’t blood that transpires.

It’s my emotions.

Emblazoned in bold on my wrinkled skin.

They shine at the brightest now,
after being concealed for so many years.

They are forgiving, I must say,
for I’ve let them out for my own selfish needs.

Yet they don’t complain.

I wish every human had this quality.

I wish I had this quality.

Such a pity it took me 80 years of life and 
a month’s solitude to realize the value of forgiveness.

I hope, you’re smarter than I was; that you learn from my mistake;
that you be the superior one, and forgive your wrong-doer.


Dada ~ an elder brother
Ma ~ mother

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A mother's lullaby.

You’ve been the greatest gift of mine,
Held you close to me for months nine.

Your skin is so soft it makes me tickle,
I’ll take such care, nothing would cause you prickle.


In daytime you play around with your dad,

At night you cry but, I promise, I won’t ever be mad.

The first time when I saw your sweetest smile,
I knew, to make you happy, I’d even walk a mile.

You’re my morning sunshine, sugar, You’re my apple pie.
And I vow, I’ll love you till the day I die.



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Unveiled.

Unveiled.

That’s how he felt when she didn’t
acknowledge
 his love.

Standing alone in the rain,
his feelings spread out like a holiday sale.

The only thing he had the courage for,
Was to walk away with a smile.



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Unsaid goodbyes.

As a person who’s fond of pets(fishes, in my case), losing even one seems saddening enough. I’ve took care of fishes since last 4 years. Currently I have 4 gold fishes(two of which are 3 years old and the other two a couple of years old.) and 2 freshwater sharks(both 3 years old.). Prior to this I’ve had the good fate of taking care of many other fishes but these are the ones who’ve stayed. The most recent ones are Herbie and Azure, both are Betta fishes. They’ve been closest to me since they were a birthday gift from a person very close to me. But last night when I returned home I realized, Azure has stepped in the afterlife. I hope his soul finds a solace and rests in peace.

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Herbie
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Azure

You arrived on the day I turned old.
In the bright sunlight you gleamed so bold,
I adored you every morning as if you were gold.

The wings you had were the brightest blue,
Which is why I named you Azure.
Pronounced as Az-u-re(~ray) and not the classic “æʒ(j)ʊə”.

Never thought our journey would end so quick,
You’ve been with me in times thin and thick.

I promise, I’ll never forget you.
For ours was a bond stronger than superglue.


PS- Yes, I talked to my fishes(still do). No, I’m not crazy. I’m Aquaman *evil laugh*

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Occult of Strigoikirk(The Third)

Want to know who’s Lonzo or why Aaron is following him?

The First

The Second


“Somebody help!” The voice is closer, Lonzo sounds breathless. Aaron knows for sure he’s running from something. Audra on the other hand is accompanying him with no idea of what’s happening.

“Aren’t we running into trouble?” She asks, but Aaron doesn’t hear or at least pretends to.

Aaron’s mind is occupied by the screams. He’s trying to figure out the direction of their origin. Straight. I’ve to go straight.

A distracted mind is all a bad opportunity calls in for. Aaron smashes against a tree and lands hard on his shoulder. For a second his ears go deaf and then there’s a wild screech. Initially, he believes it to be because of the dash but even Audra is holding her ears painfully.

Concerned about Lonzo he stands up again and runs. The frequency of sound increasing with each step. It takes forever for the screech to die out. Now, Aaron can see better. In front of him are Randy, and his cronies— Stephen and Matthew, laying unconscious. Giving no time to get himself together, Audra pulls Aaron behind a huge tree.
“Someone’s coming.” She whispers.

The three cloaked figures that arrive move swiftly. It’s impossible to make out their faces due to the movement and the darkness.

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The three cloaked figures.

They might had went unnoticed if it weren’t for the rustling of leaves around. There’s a sound of heavy breathing coming from their hidden faces and Aaron is sure from the intensity of it that these do not belong to a human.
Horrified he rests his back behind the trunk of the tree, Audra who’s next to him is standing still with eyes wide open. She gestures him to not move, considering her appalled expression Aaron obeys.

A bong is heard at a distance, in a direction deeper in the forest. The three in-humans turn towards the source of it and run away.

“They’re gone!” Aaron jumps from his cover but Audra is still in shock. Reaching over his classmates, Aaron feels a punch in the gut.

He can taste the bile juice on his tongue and a wave of nausea passes over. Failing to hold up, he pukes. Now he knows why Audra had that look on her face. The three creatures have eaten half of Stephen’s lower body and only a leg is left of Matthew. Randy, who’s a couple of meters away is alive, Aaron knows this because Randy is crying for help. Audra runs to him, “His hand has a severe cut. Give me a cloth.”

Dream. This is a bad, bad dream. Aaron can’t get his mind together, and to make matters worse there’s someone else who’s talking.
No, this isn’t a dream or a nightmare. This is real, you’re in my world. 


“Did you hear that?” He asks Audra, who’s still holding Randy’s arm tight.
“Hear what? Get here and give a cloth, for god’s sake!” Audra screams, making him act fast. Aaron tears a piece of Stephen’s shirt, apologizing to him in the process and helps Audra in tying Randy.

“Where is Lonzo?” Aaron can’t help but ask, he knew he heard Lonzo screaming.
“What were you doing with him?!” Audra holds his shoulder in a firm tight grip and makes him sit back.
“We need to take him back. Help me or I’ll do it alone.” She says and struggles to get the jock to stand up. Reluctantly, Aaron helps her and they both support him to walk. Though Randy is still not conscious enough, he is walking with their help.

The fog has got thicker & the breeze is spine chilling. Struggling with clattering teeth they reach the gate that would lead them in the village. The only weird part about the gate is, that there is no fence protecting the border, only the gate stands. Aaron looks at Audra for an explanation but she’s looking below so he decides to not mention it.

The houses that were on both the sides of the road now look abandoned, it all makes it clear to Aaron that they’re walking a ghost town. But holding on to the last hope of reaching the village hall and reuniting with their friends, Aaron continues.

Come to me, in the cavern that witnesses the daylight die, in the tallest alp beyond the cold forest. I’ve been dying to see you.
This time Aaron realizes only he can listen to the hollow, croaky voice. “What do you want?” He says aloud and Audra looks at him sideways.
“Sorry, it was nothing.” Awkward. 

I can listen to your inner voice. Don’t bother the two mortals.
How can you talk to me like this?
I do not have the time to explain. Come to me. 

“Oh my!” Audra’s voice dies in her throat, Aaron looks up and all his hopes have collapsed. The facade of the Village Hall is disastrous, its roof, the door and the windows everything’s broken. What’s left behind is the walls surrounding it.

hospital3Aaron helps Randy rest down and goes near a shattered window to check what’s inside. To his surprise there’s a person whimpering just below it on the other side. “Lonzo?” His words echo and the person looks up.
“Where were you? I cried for help!” It is indeed his best friend. Safe and sound.

“Why were you screaming?” Aaron opens the window and helps him climb out. The four of them sit together in a circle and Lonzo starts to speak. “When you got out of the hall, I searched for you. I thought you’re sleep walking like the old times and then he” Lonzo points at Randy, “Stephen and that pig Matthew closed my eyes with a blindfold. I somehow managed to shake them away and hide in the trees. I tried to follow you again but you were nowhere to be seen. Then I reached the gate, and these three chased me dressed in cloaks and make weird noises. I turned to fight them but one of them pushed me and I flew yards away! I kept running and screaming for help and somewhere deeper in the forest a blinding light came up, then when I looked back these three smashed into me but their cloaks were gone. I tried to fight but they were already unconscious. Then I thought of returning to the hall but when I reached everyone was gone and it was broken. I’m here since then and didn’t know what to do. Thanks a lot for coming back.” He says  and hugs Aaron.
“The three people in cloaks weren’t our friends, Lonzo. Stephen and Matthews were eaten by them! Randy survived because of a bong sound. They went towards it.” Lonzo tilts his head, finding it hard to believe.

“That’s true, man. Their bodies made me puke. We need to help Randy, his arm is injured severely. He isn’t talking for a long time.” Aaron confirms the news and Lonzo has another breakdown.

I’m running out of time. Help me.
Who are you!? Stop bothering me, I’m already scared.
There’s no reason for you to be scared. These mortals need to.
What mortals? They are humans, just like me. You’re not god!
Who says I’m a God? I’m something better than that.
For one fucking minute, can you stop being vague?
You wouldn’t wish to use that tone with me.
Yeah? That hurt your mighty ego? I’d say anything I want to. Who are you anyway?
I’m your father, Aaron.


To be continued..

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One for the 67 years of Republic India.

❛❛India is the cradle of the human race,
the birthplace of human speech,
the mother of history,
the grandmother of legend, &
the great-grandmother of tradition.
Our most valuable and most constructive materials
in the history of man are treasured up in India only.❜❜

-Mark Twain

Have you ever been to the richest land on earth in terms of religion, culture, historically significant places, amazing food and home to some of the greatest inventors? If you haven’t, then you’re missing one wild adventure in your travel journal!

Or maybe you’re as lucky as me to reside here. And if that’s the case then you probably know how vast our cultural roots go and how majestic our mother nature’s creation on this land is.

The sacred river of our country— Holy Ganges that flows from Himalayas and its tributaries where believers go in order to purge their sins and achieve Moksha(liberation from circle of life and death)—is a lifeline to people residing at its banks.

The Himalayan range makes a crown on our heads. The beauty of Taj Mahal, Hawa Mahal(Palace of Winds) and Shish Mahal(Mirror Palace) can only be admired, its architectural creation being outworldly.

Even after being the largest consumers of tea in the world(30% of global output), India’s ayurvedic practice has led to a long standing tradition of herbal teas resulting in India being the second largest producer of tea, following China.

But why is it the pride that we I feel for our my country rises only when a day such as Republic Day or Independence Day arrives? Why is it that even after 67 years of our constitution coming into force not every person even know what it states?

wallpaper-of-constitution-of-indiaFor the condition of our country, good AND bad each of us is responsible. The things we do, the words we speak, the way we treat others is what would define our country’s people. It is what would make the glorious India’s people dignified!

Jai Hind.

Jack & Jill(Sensual)

When the journey started I wasn’t sober,
but I still reminisce everything over & over.

[¹] I met ten step-brothers,
Each wore a bony hat crafted by their mothers.

[²] I climbed a tiny hill,
Looking around to find my Jill.

[³] The smooth bridge that followed wasn’t stable,
But my Jill awaited me so it had to be worth the trouble.

[] As I continued the ground turned wet,
“Softer & warmer is my Jill, I bet.”

[⁵]  Next was a desert with a single well,
With my every move it vibrated like a bell.

[⁶] Now, I could see the two domes of a temple.
My destination was close & I witnessed the hurdles crumple.

[⁷] The final slender wall was high,
Stopping wasn’t an option cause I had no time to cry.

[⁸] When my lips met hers, she knew I’m back.
Never going to leave her, cause I’m her Jack.


Anatomical Metaphors:

The first stanza-

Refers to the ten toes of the lover.

The second stanza-

Refers to the medial malleolus.(Ankle for non-biology speakers, like me.👻)

The third stanza-

Refers to the lower part of Jill’s legs.

The fourth stanza-

Refers to the thighs.(Enough said.)

The fifth stanza-

Refers to Jill’s abdomen and the belly.

The sixth stanza-

Refers to the breasts.

The seventh stanza-

Refers to the slender neck.

The eighth stanza-

Refers to her lips.


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What if this were a poem?

What if I were a bird?
I’d wander free from the earth’s pull.
Even rest on the back of a bull.

What if I were a bull?
I’d graze all day on the fresh grass,
But give the warrior ants a way to pass.

What if I were an ant?
I’d live in peaceful colonies of my kin,
Feeding on the marvellous deer’s dead skin.

What if I were a deer?
Beautiful- is what I would be called.
I’d be so quick that a lion chasing me would turn bald.

What if I were a lion?
The king of the jungle and ruler of all.
I’d be so powerful that the elephant’s might would fall.

What if I were an elephant?
The biggest and toughest is what I’d be,
A man would pay to even get a glimpse of me.

But oh, I’m only a poet.
One who searches for a muse even when quiet.
My imagination is what makes me high.
Wings aren’t something I need to fly.

Hold my hand and step on board,
We’ll be anything our mind wants to mould.


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Occult of Strigoikirk(The Second)

Don’t know how Aaron end up in Strigoikirk? Read it here:

The First


Ticktock, TickTock, Ticktock. Aarons mind is restless. Each little sound is a sign of the undead. Waiting for him to sleep, to drag him under. In the middle of the earth where the demon, Strigoi- as Ioan said, live. Their realm.

But why me? After an hour of restless tossing & turning it’s the first time a right question has come to his mind. Why would any Strigoi want to hurt him? Who is he anyway, just another 16 year old betwixt the bunch of students visiting the creepy village for the first time.

I’m stupid. He starts laughing, covering his face with hands to block out the noise.

The laugh gets hysterical, his adrenaline meter is on top gear now. He shakes Lonzo but he mutters something inaudible.

After number of failed tries, Aaron decides to leave on his own. He needs to utilize his fervor somewhere, But where? He’s no more afraid of the paranormal, in fact he’s set to be the ghost to scare people.

He walks up to the key-keeper who’s still asleep. He takes his lantern and checks the grandfather clock- 2 a.m. He still has a lot of time. His mind is running rounds of extreme ideas, Scaring girls would be easier. But the girls are sleeping on the other end of the hall & it’d be difficult for him to return undetected.

His feet drive him out of the hall. The wind outside is cooler than it was earlier. Aaron still can’t believe he was sweating in the bus this afternoon. Must be the trees around. He covers his free palm in the pocket of his jeans and walks around.

The lantern seems useless since the moon is bright enough to illuminate his path.

He completes a round of the hall, without any successful chance of executing his prank. Not wanting to get frustrated he decides whoever comes up in front of him he will walk to them with the lantern, speak in a hushed intended to be scary voice and then run away.

The surroundings are empty, No one is as brave as me. He gloats, and starts moving in the southern path of the village.

Fun always lies in places restricted. Further on his way, his patience starts to deteriorate. The road is deserted and plain. No person or an animal in his view.

The adrenaline is soon replaced by the solitary feel and epiphany of being alone in the dark. Aaron takes a turn, but his heart skips a beat when he sees her.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” Up close, Audra’s moontlit face looks angelic. Her eyes are a couple inches higher than that of Aaron’s, thus involuntarily he stretches his spine.

“I-I” Though they’ve been in the same school, he has never talked to her personally. There have only been formal talks in the classroom in front of people and in a group, he has never talked to Audra personally. Being left alone in a forest at midnight is a far different concept.

“Speak.” Her voice is demanding, but in a soothing way and suddenly he wants to tell her everything.

“I was feeling sick so came out for a walk. Why are you out?”

Audra’s looking straight at him, with a confused look of examination. Taking her own time she replies, “You’re going to the southern gate?”

Aaron didn’t see this coming, but he can’t deny for he knows she’s a person who loves adventure.

“Yes! Yes I am. Are you, too?” He’s taking a calculated risk.

“Oh my gosh! Great.” She seems to have released her breath which she held back.

“My friends are such chickens, they didn’t even agree to step out of the hall. So I snuck out. Glad I met you, Aaron.”

At the mention of his name, he admires her voice. Her sweet, sharp voice that has the power to make him do anything is working it’s charm.

“Alright, but don’t go out of my sight.” Increasing the depth of his own voice, Aaron walks with an inflated chest.

The ghostly woods lose their scariness after 5 more minutes traveling south. The trees are nothing more than wooden towers and leaves are nothing more than an obstacle.

At the end of the path, an open spot of 10 meters is spread around. Across it though, are trees denser than the ones they came through. Across it, the woods turn into a jungle. The only thing stopping them is a 4 feet wired fence. If it had been Aaron alone he might have crossed it but it’s the question of his manners, so he walks ahead to search for a gate that the village’s head talked about.

“Look there’s something!” Audra doesn’t wait for Aaron, she’s already running towards the black metal gate on the border of the village and the jungle.00b995de5aa2347629e5ac6af77c9f0d

“Guess we’ve reached! What’s next?” Aaron dramatically moves his hands in the air suggesting he’s tired.

“Next is, we go in! There’s a street lamp, too. Hopefully there’s something that might interest us.” Audra takes a look at him and realizes he isn’t likely to accompany her. “Or it’s okay if you’re sleepy and tired. I’ll go alone, don’t worry.”

Her words can’t leave Aaron’s mind. Especially now that it can be embarrassing if anyone knows. “I’ll come, don’t worry!” He steps up, giving her no chance of cross questioning him.

At this point, Aaron isn’t sure if it’s his imagination or reality but the temperature is cooler than it was in the village or the road. The first street lamp is the only one that provides them light further. In the obscured side from the village, Audra leans over a tree. Asking for water after the long fruitless journey. She isn’t going to give up so easily though. She has to prove it, since everyone’s wondering if ghosts are real.

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A few more yards ahead Aaron spots a park bench. A royal one, with an eerie design in an atypical place, lit up by a small lamp over it. Contrasting the darkness of the night, it’s shining in pearly white color.

Grabbing the opportunity he rests on it. Audra takes a seat next to him.

“You know me?” She asks Aaron.

“Of course, who doesn’t? By the way, how do you know my name?”

“I’m good at remembering names.” She laughs in a weird pitch. “Just kidding, I heard Mrs. Martinez talking to you outside the bus when we started our journey.”

Aaron joins in her laughter. He’s starting to enjoy the tremor of the night. He wants to do something, along with Audra. Lonzo is going to be shocked!

“Help!!” There’s a scream on the other side of the forest, Audra and Aaron jump to their feet. Puzzled, they search for the source of the voice.

“Go away!” Lonzo. That’s him. How? 

Without another thought Aaron bursts in a sprint towards his friend.


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Mystery Blogger Award

Hello, my wonderful readers and fellow bloggers! I’d like to thank the wonderful poet, Poetrylover– for nominating me in this wonderful chain of “Mystery Blogger Award”. This is the first time someone has thought me worthy of an award related to writing, and it’s practically impossible for me to convey how honoured I feel.

“The Mystery Blogger Award was created by Okoto Enigma and is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.”

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The Rules:

  • Display the award logo on your blog.
  • List the Rules.
  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well.
  • Tell your readers three things about yourself.
  • Answer five questions from the nominee.
  • Nominate anywhere from ten to twenty bloggers.
  • Notify the bloggers by leaving a comment on their blog.
  • Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice, including one weird or funny question.
  • Share the link to your best post.

3 Things About Myself:

  • I’m a happy-go-lucky person, which quite sums me up. But I do want to be an engineer by profession and a writer by heart.
  • I love reading novels, binge-watching old TV series, exploring places I’ve never been to, acquainting strangers and of course writing stories and Poems.
  • I like to make people feel good for what they are and what they do or at times give them my unwelcomed *cough* wise *cough* advice.

Answering Poetrylover’s Questions:

1.What is your meaning of life?

My meaning of life is happiness. I believe everything anyone does is ultimately to make themselves happy. The cause of happiness may vary, of course. For some it is getting a great job, for some it is to be the fastest sprinter and you might’ve got the general idea. It isn’t always happy though, so I do this. I compare my troubles to the vast universe and the number of galaxies beyond the blanket of sky, it becomes very easy to forget the depth of the problem.

2.What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you?

Embarrassment has always followed me all my life. Incidents like calling for someone and not getting a response from them is one of the most common example. But I remember one such incident very vividly. When I was in 4th grade, I participated in a fancy dress competition where I was an apple. My dad made me a thermocol cut out of a perfect apple big enough to cover my body. The only problem about it was, it was very delicate and as expected a small part of it’s corner got torn off. So when I stepped on the stage, I had to talk about apples. I did all that part well, but later I was joked about being an half eaten apple. It isn’t quite embarrassing now, I’m laughing to be honest. But yeah, that’s the most embarrassing thing happened to me.

3. Most beautiful place you have traveled?

My mind answered this as soon as I read the question. It’s no doubt Kashmir. The snow covered mountains, the beautiful hotels, the kind people we met and the soft snow against my tanned-Mumbai skin was a complete bliss. It indeed was a heaven on earth. I haven’t traveled a lot, but this is really a great place I’ll love to visit at least once every year.

4. What is your meaning of a successful life?

Success. The word for me at this stage of life means having a decent score in my study course, have a healthy relationship with my pals and also getting better at poetries and stories.

5. What makes you happy?

Kindness.
Curled up lips.
Aromatic food.
Passionate Eyes.
Loud motorbikes.
Intellectual brains.
Philosophical hearts.
Being the cause of someone’s happiness.
That’s all I can think of, for now.

I Nominate:

Chaos-xd (The pioneer of darkness)

Shrushti

R.D Maya

Mika

Shreyas Mogal 

Meetali Pandit

Deepika

Deepti Nair

The Dreidel

Fab Writings

Aubrey’s Arch

My Questions To The Above:

1.Why did you start blogging?

2.When was the last time you had the heartiest laugh?(A happy memory)

3.Where would you want to travel to?

4.Which novel or poem you hold close to your heart?

5.What would you want to change about your life? Why?

Link To My Best Post:

For me, my best post is this heartfelt poem- To her, with love. I’d love to get your views on it. 🙂

 

PS- Poetrylover Thanks a lot for this. 🙂