Angelic Mock-tale

All sozzled she dropped on her bed,

The music surged in her ears louder than it was suppose to be,

The lights were savagely radiant than they were meant to be,

She looked on the roof,

To stop the spinning world.

The aura hit her hard,

And she tried to gain her senses back.

It worked a little,

She heard a whiskey lullaby, it soothed her soul...

She was under a sky where the night walked down with the moon in her hand..

She was in a bright darkness which was better than this dark world..

She was swaying to the rhythm her heart played

Everything seemed bright and sparkling.

The wind asked her the reason of her state..

And all she could murmur was "devastation is synonymous to my fate"

She was carrying a burden in her chest which was heavier than any sin..

She was filled with emotions of loss which was bigger than any grim !

The wind mocked at her face and whispered "look up, loose yourself..let me carry you to a new vista"

And she let herself free, for the wind to carry her......

Vodka Not Water ;)

Secret love has its own charm

Though its one sided... it still petrifies her

Thinking about that special person, she enter a whole new world

When she misses him, she see his pictures

When she wants him, she close her eyes

When she wants to hug him, she recall those glances he gave her

She smiles when she recall the smile he gave her

She gets sad when he's out of her sight

She blushes when she, imagine him with her.. makes her go all berserk

She follows the same trajectory he does while walking around

And at night when she lays on her bed, there is a plethora of feelings going on in her mind

Slowly she closes her eyes and enter the dreamworld where she sees him with her, they together

And like any other love story, it continues for now and ever :D

Title courtesy: Chirag

The Heart Lies Bleeding ....

The melancholy in the wind said :

"Heart aches when the feelings that it hold have to be suppressed,

Heart aches when you expect something from someone and its ignored,

Heart aches when those pretty eyes are wet with tears,

Heart aches when that face is taken over by sadness,

Heart aches when you want to shout out loud, but you have to sigh,

Heart aches when it wants to talk, but it has to die".

The Caterpillar Broke Its Cocoon

The journey so far has been so beautiful...

Right from the moment i opened my eyes n saw this world

Till this day... when m 18 years old.

18 years of life... of joy, of sorrow, of togetherness, of separations and much more.

It has been a roller coaster ride...

When it begun, i was curled up in the bud of childhood.

So innocent, so simple away from complexities.

All play and no work.

It had its own charm where my maa wanted to click every new gesture i made

and dad never let me fall.

And as the petals began to unfold,

i saw more...learned more... made new relations which were special in their own way.

Some have their roots strong enough to walk with me till now, some were loose and dried up.

The flower has bloomed now.

Its a new life, new people, new experiences which i come across everyday.

From new theories, to friends of diverse cultures to lap dances, yes i experienced that..:D

Its all shining bright. :)

kaleidoscope

Different shades of rain,

Its happiness to someone, sorrow for others.

It shows mirror to some and the past to others.

Soothes 1s pain , or devastate who has walked alone under it.

For me its way of figuring out myself.

i sit before it, watch it fall down.

The only difference in my spectrum is I trace the drops in a motion so slow,

that each drop tells me something.

Sometimes its about the happy times iv spent,

sometimes its about the difficult times iv faced.

I know, no jargon's to use here.

Its my simple view which says,

Let the rain fall on you, let it beat upon your head

For this phase shall pass and sunshine will be there.

You will be a free bird then, flying high in the sky.

You will create your own identity,

And fly like a leaf so dry.

I smile sometimes, sometimes i cry

Its then when i realize,

that yes ! iv walked till here,

in an endevour to evolve myself.

And iv seen phases with ups n downs.

I held my head high, faced them

And now m standing here under the rain,

Waiting for the future to hit the harbor...

I traced it...

that single drop of tear

when it came in my eye

it had no path

it was at the peak of my eye

figuring out where to go

n when it laid the map

i knew it would travel long

long enough to light up all the memories

and as the journey begun

it traveled

right from my eye

to the core of my lip

and there it stood

ready to ease me

but i didn't want the memories to end

i sipped it all n laid with closed eyes

recalling every bit of it

it displayed me 2 options

good and bad

choice was mine

to see anything i want

i choose both

for those memories are treasure to me

i walked the memory lane, in a hope that it would ease me

n m still lying on my bed

with the path traced on my cheek...

i am prakriti...and i am not a "great" blogger :P

This is a random blog where il be pouring my thoughts, dreams. They might be vague, stupid, insane, funny or whatever. I am no good at it. This is my 1st attempt. Cheers to that :P yea i just need reasons to cheers ;)

Thanx to Parul and Riddhima for reading my writings. Its because of them, i am in the writing society of my college yay :)

and special thanx to Ketan. this blog is registered here because of him. yes he texted me early morning... saying "if you don't make a blog , il do it with your name n post all your writings " :| friends i tel you.

Anyways m happy :D