Thursday, January 31, 2013

Running to a Safe Place




















Bleed my heart
Bleed your tears
get out without fear
hurt with blisters
pricking my heart
The pain so intense
so afraid of whats outside
afraid to stay here
I jump to run away
I pace my steps
until my limbs ache
I run away,
Running to a safe place.

Ache inside
suffocating my throat,
I can't breathe
some air of relief.

Still my soul is fighting
to earn a bit of salvation
ripped my faith
and my trust is murdered
I run away
Running to a safe place.

Can I get afar
Can I get away
Run from hatred
Run from myself

Bleed my heart
Bleed your tears
get out without fear
hurt with blistering
pricking my heart
Running to a safe place.

One from Hundreds!!





















On the occasion :  The First Century of the page count for my First Novel. Introducing "An Artist's Model"

Sharing a quote from my Novel, which is temporarily removed to be added later, with an introduction to Shady, JA's closest friend.

"That's why the captured stillness of the subject which tells a story in its poetic verse is nothing but an art form to me. And all this imaginations are jus my mind seeing or imagining what's underneath this alluring charm, stunning reality of the crimson pain and the stillness and motionless flow that the fading beauty from an instance holds. I admire death, the rolling red fluid painting its own self. I envy the grace and refinement it brings. Honesty of the nakedness, where lies got nothing to wrap or to hide from the world. No betrayal stands in between the symmetry of this fascination. The death so pure, so honest, so serene, only death can behold such beauty."


Monday, January 28, 2013

Be My Guest - IV

For story until now Go To the END :

Chapter Four - Breaking dawn To Break Free


The howling train
was making ghostly cries
when suddenly
the breaking dawn
came tearing the sky
the redness of the bright sun
and the soft coldness
with the warm turns
cozy as it is
the morning peace.

Mr. Ray read all night
turn himself for
finally bidding goodnight
he order some breakfast on table
before he retired
after long night studying.
When I enjoyed the dawn
he sound to sleep.

Ahh! the haunted night
seems so far behind
Its a new morning
with hopes ahead to see
the journey so far
had been a good part
some weird mystries
I pressumed
But all in my head now I mark.

The furious lady
yet so beautiful
maybe my head making some stories
oh! the writter inside me
I hope finally yawning
waking up, wanting to come out
so i dream
So i write.

Oh! lord am so happy
this journey i am to take
to find my heart again
to meet myself
The dreams so real
I never have seen
my mind making stories
so subconciously my cage is open.
Am so glad
Am so glad
Am free after a long time
Its my breaking free.

A silverlinning in the sky
making me realise
the tough ups and downs
but final agreeing to this wise man
Am destine to ellaborate great history
Am ellaborating a great journey.

Dear Count, here I come.
Kissing your hand
I express my honor
so kind you are
to allow me bathe in your knowledge
so kind Mr. Ray is to bring me to you
Oh! Lord am so glad
you gave me this opportunity.
So glad I am
with today's morning beauty.

-- To Be Continued...


Until Now in Be My Guest :

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Gone Alone












What I can do
I hope I can do my best
even if my eyes filled with tears
and my heart ache in the suffocation
The disregard and the honorless faith
emptiness in coldness of support
from the one you choose
Why I have to try?
"work it out"
they all say
If I do speak up
I hurt my own self
I regret for I said
"Lets mend ourselves"

The tries I have made
the promises I gave
its all fruitless
as time is been
for I see again
your determined face.

I wish I could have gone alone
choose the road to turn away
but I clutched to you
when you left away.
I lost the difference
between the two ways
for you my life had only say
to walk with you
in the journey of ups and downs,
even though you left me
I clung behind.

But sorrow on my part
Saddens you with your dismay
maybe the angel has flown away
and what left is mere flesh.

Thence I write to you this last note
Hope you find your way
I say goodbye
'Coz nothing ahead in my way.

Dear my Love,
Dear my Love

Red blood crimson
Red blood crimson
to be your inspiration
no fear of lossin'
no fear when I am lost
Red blood crimson
in your hands
My warm crimson blood
flowing through my heart.
Says Cleora,
Red blood crimson
Red blood crimson
to be your inspiration.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

From Resumption

Is the world a better place
Without me
Is there no chaos
Without me
Will there be peace
In heart
And the soul will be relieved.
The salvation straving
Waiting for future to be unseen.

Will the world be safer place
without me
The art would will rest
In the same theme
The beauty of stillness
Will be lost
Roiting and screming to behold
But your world is without me,
Your world is without me.

You have called me lunatic
For I see that you can't see
I don't love
The way you deceive
I look through your deception
I see your venomous teeth
When you smile to me
Still am not a part of your world
Your world is a better place without me.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

From 19 Jan'12 - 19 Jan'13













Tripping through the memory lane is a feeling so unexplainable like sometimes you hate it and its painful but still you can taste the sweetness in that venom. Best thing about past it makes you feel “what could've been”, but you can't turn around coz its obvious real and it is “what have been”. Even-though you can image multiple perspective without even admitting the reality. Well sometimes the reality is neither admirable nor unappreciated. The good in the shit load of worst, like a flower blooming in the pond of dirt. To reach up to that flower many huddles and pain need to be overcome, who knows, on the way their might be poisonous snakes ready to poison your heart and make your world stop in the stillness of never ending darkness. Then standing at the shore that flower appeals to you, forcing you to think, is that very flower really worth all that risk. Do we know what we are fighting for, does it even worth dying for. And the first answer coming from the core of your heart will enlighten your path. What if the flower is no ordinary but a golden lotus, one in a million. The shining sparkling beauty which you can't ignore, which you will regret leaving behind. Then should I go for it? Well it matter what that golden beauty means to you.

Talking on similes is all am doing in my above paragraph. But this is the way I see my life too. My wedding had lot of hurdles, heart breaking reality, wrong decision which I wish I could've been done differently if given a chance to relive the moment. You know what, am an ordinary person like you, I can't time travel, and neither I wanna face the consequence of the butterfly effect which it might bring. Honestly saying there are lot of incidents small and big, wrong and right, left or right, him or her I would like to change about that day. But one thing I won't change is the person Am got married to. The person I choose. The husband, the partner I got. I feel lucky to feel the warmth of your love honey. I told you once I don't understand how it is to feel Love, but today you make me smile sometimes with no reason around, my mind is lost somewhere thinking about you, my heart beats stronger for you and its haven't been once but several times you swept me of my feet not literally speaking but in real. You are the golden lotus in that pond of dirt and poisonous snakes which I need to get over with to reach to you.

I don't know when I will fully recover all those but someday... someday... the wounds will heal, the broken heart won't ache inside, the scars will remind but bruises will be gone. Am waiting for that day, Am waiting to heal, Am waiting for myself to come back. But before all that you made me feel, myself, my heart which is still beating, wanting to fall in love again, wanting to get loved again. Wanting us to be one. You and Moanu are the best part of my life. The only survival log which is allowing me to breathe in this brutal ocean. And you both worth every pain I can cross over to be your part.

Love!

Friday, January 4, 2013

Dream Breaker
















Walking down the aisle
the girls came down holding
flowers in their hands
They are called the bridesmaids
happily smiling for the blushing bride.
Spreading white petals
a little lady followed 'em
dancing through the way
she was jumping with extreme joy.
Then the moment came
when music was played
Several hearts skipped a beat
“Here comes the bride!!”
wearing a beautiful smile
to say “I do!” to the one
and be someone's wife.

But suddenly that scene was paused
lets rewind a week back
That bride was jus another girl
Someone's sister and
an ordinary daughter.
A daughter with dreams
and plans for future unseen.
But that day was
no ordinary day for her.
She was coming back home
taken the same old road,
a public vehicle she choose
“Did she reach home?”
No! Her lifeless nude body was returned.
“What happened to her?”
Is it needed to be said in words?
No-one came for her
there was no prince savior.
She struggled for an hour on the highway floor
many passed by with no humane soul.
At last she left the world,
with tears in her eyes
and faith dying with her
dripping in front of all our sights.

Why women get insulted like this?
How long this will continue?
Didn't she had no right over her own body?
Why someone has power to scratch her soul?
The questions are unanswered
even-though several lives were
shattered for the same old cause.
What is the answer to the future
where am not safe, neither my daughter!

The pain so same revolted in all our hearts
We got together to fight it back
the government is deaf
and ignored our scars
But no more
our voice to be shut.

Am walking straight
on the lane of broken lines
for the law, for peace
for our rights to speak.
We are giving time
for the actions to be seen
for the guilty to be punished
for no one dare to foresee this.
Don't ignore this voice
coz the youth is desperate
“No Can't Do, government!”
Coz there will be no shutting up
Coz there will be no forgetting
We will be together
until you fix this.

Why there are punishment waiting for us
Why they spray us with cold water
why we are beaten to step back
when we only ask for safety we deserve?
Isn't that's the reason the unite of government formed
Isn't that's the reason the cops pledge their hearts?
Then why we have to fear
for our daughters
for our sisters
and for ourselves?
Why we are pushed away
Why we have to fight
When this is the obvious right
everyone and all of us already has.
Why they are asking us to shut up then?
Why?

DO WE HAVE TO BREAK THE LAW
TO MAKE THE LAW??

This anger has formed a picture
from the colors of our sorrows
the outlines of shame
chained in helpless pasts
So we are cleaning the brush
we are ready to paint a new tomorrow
on our own terms.

We will stand
We will stand together
until you change or break
Look at us with
your love or desperation
But the change will come
The change for better us
the change for a safe future.

One day the moment will come
when music will be played
Several hearts will skip a beat
“Here comes the bride!!”
wearing a beautiful smile
to say “I do!” to the one
and be someone's wife.
The scene won't be pause to rewind
The future she images will be her right.
She will be a bride
She will be a bride.