Time and What We Know As Life

Sometimes you encounter forces so great and abusive, far beyond what is human and explainable, that you are confused whether you have to accept your imminent defeat or if you have to put all doubts about the reality of comparative strengths, and fight against the perceived injustice, which, for all we know, seems to drag on till the end, the end of either hope, or of breath. Without you knowing, you become a coward by persisting to be brave. Without you realizing, the principles you lived-by form a death trap you are destined to step on. Without you feeling, you become empty of the very emotions that once defined everything for you. Just when you realize you are too tired and cannot fight, the force pushes you down an abyss that you believed cannot go any deeper than where you already are. You are overridden with rage, that even in the moments that you believe are your last ones, the force still expects you to put up a fight. The rage helps you recover some sanity, and strength, and fight a little longer before everything circles back to your waning hope and tiring soul. It is as if the force throws you down a very deep abyss and the only way out is that you, a human, must grow wings to get out of the darkness and gloom. All the poems you wrote about flying don’t really mean anything, unless of course you find someone who makes you believe that you are not actually falling, but flying. Well, that again brings everything to the great and abusive force that snatches your only light, and the whole things repeats till the end, the end of either hope, or breath.


April Haiku Month, Day 10: Incense


I have never really ventured into writing romance before. I did, but only as parts of a larger poem with a different theme. And now I try. Although I have to say, when I write, romance will never stand alone. It will have a touch(or more) of heartbreak, and more importantly, hope. Hope of impossible magnitude. 

an incensed candle . . .

her eyes rested upon mine

melodies we sang

~ ~ ~

melodies we sang . . .

as the sepia light dimmed

our own hearts grew warm

~ ~ ~

the wick is all spent . . .

so is my vain energy,

reliving memories

~ ~ ~

This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 10 prompt – Incense. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey, my first. I am also trying to take up the A-to-Z Blogging challenge which requires bloggers to write a post everyday during all April. I will try to write separate posts for NaPoWriMo and A-to-Z Blogging Challenge IF possible. I sure want to.

I am going to share your everyday Haiku on my Facebook Page. Keep tabs on it too.

Thank you all for reading my haiku. I’ll be reading yours too, and I enjoy each one of your haiku. Your comments always help me improve and motivate myself to keep going.

Thank you and keep writing! 

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I Miss You More Than My Eyes Show…

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
because it is for a good reason that they act so,
nevertheless, good is being done with me watching from a distance, staying low.

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
i am one secret admirer you have now,
i will stay so forever, if the acceptance doesn’t grow.

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
seeds of love i sow,
how and when they get the rain and sunlight is left to nature, to whom i bow.

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
will watch over you like a pure entity, like a rainbow,
for you shall admire me at least as so.

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
i don’t measure distance in feet or words or hugs, but in how much i comprehend what your eyes show,
jacket on or not, new or ragged, there will always be winter’s snow.

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
respect is what my eyes show,
for you can still share it all, the pain, telling me what transpired in life – what?when? and how?

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though,
i miss you more than you are allowed to know,
sometimes tears flow,
sometimes smiles bubble and blow,
and so all the time, my eyes glow.

i miss you more than my eyes show,
my eyes never lie though.

Devastating False Positives

A zero is better than a false positive.

when I am devastated and nothing is going my way, and will seemingly not(as you will come to read); one small moment that hints at ‘a turn of events’ in favor of me will raise my hope so high, unaware of the eventuality of the nature of fate, that, when I come to know that it was just a false positive, and that the truth is that nothing is still going my way, I would be but double devastated.

A zero is better than a false positive. Less devastated is better than devastated-devastated.

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Be A Phoenix And Kick The Belief That Says ” It’s a Myth “…

NOTE : I recommend you to go to The Rising Phoenix first and then read this.

Sometimes, you have to lift yourself up from the ashes that you are reduced to. It is hard, no doubt, but even necessary. For if one dreads tomorrow and so cowers under dark today, it is nothing but offending the elemental meaning of life and existence.

The struggle is hard. And the struggle to stay sane and look at the troubles with wisdom is harder and to rise from those ashes is even harder ( # phoenix, yes ). But nevertheless, there is always light at the end of the tunnel, as the saying goes.

But who is holding the light?

Does it matter really?

Does it matter who holds the light at the end of the tunnel?

Like, you expect your love to be standing there at the end of the tunnel, holding the light and showing you the path.

But, are you ready to accept if, when you reach the end of the tunnel, find that it was not your love who was holding the light and guiding you but someone else or maybe something else. Say, some orphan who lost his path and who just arrived there and was wondering what was inside the tunnel. or maybe, it was an old, abandoned wagon which still had enough charge in the battery to light up its head lamp.

So, now, does it really matter?

‘should’ it really matter?

‘does’ allows everyone to put what they ‘feel’ is right. ‘should’ would ask you what ‘is’ right.

Should it really matter then?

Well, if you are trying to stay sane and morally stable – which is essential if your quest is for a complete knowing of yourself and of the world, spiritually or morally – then it shouldn’t.

It’s hard but it shouldn’t matter.

#BeAPhoenix #RiseFromTheAshes ( if you want to tweet, that is. )


I would recommend The Resplendent Life, my friend’s blog, if you are looking for some inspiration, believe me, you would get that. Make sure you are not lazy enough to miss words that really matter.


And I would recommend this blog , particularly this series (after reading it, you might as well go through the whole archives, driven by fascination) of posts called The Rising Phoenix, for someone who wants their questions ( put forth by life ) answered philosophically, spiritually, scientifically and morally. The answers are Beyond the Pear Tree
The series : The Rising Phoenix

And the other posts in that series can be accessed through the navigation panel on the left side of the blog.

Innocence Will…

at young age, innocence helps and changes all life to become a very good nurtured one, taking us in the right path.
at teenage+, innocence hurts, blinds and again hurts.

what is innocence here?
things like “all people are good.none want to cause me or my people harm”, “he talks so much good, he is definitely good”, “a nerd is the best guy/girl one can love”, “not knowing the world and it’s ways”.
this innocence will hurt many, mostly women. ‘coz men cheat, plunder their innocent energies and minds. stop it ****** bastards X-(

But also,
some knowledge is enlightening,
some knowledge is embarrassing,
but know we must about the entire knowledge,
yet, choose the right and the best one to take us forward,
though many fail at the “choose” step.