Living in a Chimera (Finally the 50th!!)

Knowing me like I do, I never expected to last this long! 3 years and 50 posts ago I started writing with absolutely no dream or aspirations. 50 posts later, I still got no dream or aspirations. But what I got is this genuine love or in my case, lust for writing which has greatly developed over the years. And I’m glad to be bound by this love. I lived through 3 years and over a 100 posts of happy, sad, depressed and angry moments that have made me better than I ever wanted to be.

I wish to offer my thanks to the Gods of writing and words and I pray that I always have the mind and heart to write my way through any ordeal.

 

I wish to dedicate this post to the one person who has made it all possible, the same person who is the one behind this post.

 

When my life grows numb

And my heart grows cold.

When my eyes grow lifeless

And my soul, breathless.

The skies shall split asunder

The trembling earth beneath,

Giving way to surreal realities

And we shall descend from the stars

Waltzing onto the earth

Under the gleaming moonlight

Covered in the stardust

Of love and this heartbreak

Called love.

A love that shall live

In my flawed imagination

For an eternity.

 

Like always, this is a work of the blog owner and no part of it has been copied from anywhere.

 

 

 

‘The Mona Lisa that is us’

I’m happier with this piece of work than anyone else ever can be. This proves that the writer me is not dead yet.

A pinch of Ernest Hemingway’s “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know” and an emotional listen to the ‘Carnival of Rust’ by ‘Poets of the Fall’ made this happen.

Fells so good to be back!

 

Life dawdles on

Like the milestones by the highway

The world matter but nothing

As I sit here and wonder

The moments that froze for me

The moments that froze me

Like the thin icicles hanging

From a mountain of your memories

The warmth of your touch

Melting me to a teardrop

That fades within a portrait

Of you and me.

And this memory.

Forever.

 

The above is not a work of fiction but a true work from the abyss of the blog owner’s heart. 

A Utopia called Writing

The last time I came anywhere close to writing was in October, over a month and a half ago. I needed this break because I was concerned. I was concerned that writing kept me away from people. Because when I write, I sit alone with a pen and a paper and when I am not writing, I sit alone with my thoughts. I became so engrossed with thoughts that I started skipping my food and isolating myself to have that much needed peace.

So here I’m. I’m coming back home!

There was this great American (Yes, he is no more!) by the name Ernest Hemingway who once said, ‘There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is to sit at a typewriter and bleed’.

Frozen  thoughts haunting,

And unsaid words taunting,

As I clenched my pen,

To bleed.

 

The reality vanishing,

And my senses banishing,

As I clenched my pen,

To bleed.

 

The soul growing warm,

And my mind going numb,

As I clenched my pen,

To bleed.

 

The world becomes a shadow,

And its people, hollow,

As I clenched my pen,

To bleed.

 

Happiness rushing in,

And the tears gushing out,

As I clenched my pen,

To bleed.

 

To bleed my literal heart out.

The above is an attempt by the author to try and capture the emotions every writer experiences when sits down to write. No part of it has been reproduced from anywhere. 

The Liebster Award- A True Honor!

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So, this is something new! I’ve never once thought for a moment that I’d be nominated for something this awesome!

I guess this is perhaps the proudest moment of my life as a blogger! I don’t think I need to send up a post saying that I accept it because I’m feeling honored now, to have been nominated.  And Apeksha! Well I don’t really know her but I do know ‘The Own of Minerva’! I’m actually reading her bio as I write this and I guess I find it more complex than her poems! I like complex people because they are so amazing because they see the world though a kaleidoscope rather than the God given two eyes that us normal people utilize. And I see her beauty in her words. If you ask me to describe her in one word, I’d say ‘prodigy’! Read her posts and you’ll see why. Ask me if you didn’t fall in love with her words instantly. What I write feels like a Times New Roman to me. Her each line looks like those beautiful cursive fonts that I hope to achieve someday! I feel proud to have people like her reading my posts and I would like to thank her with all my heart for nominating me. It helped me in more ways that she can ever know!

I would like to apologise for one issue though. I spent a good part of yesterday and today trying to discover upcoming blogs and I have to declare with regrets that I could come up with not more than 4. So, I would be taking some more time to identify more blogs and then I would continue with the tradition. I would be editing this blog and reposting it. Really sorry for the inconvenience!

So ten random facts about myself! This should be interesting, for you and for me!

  1. I once failed in an English exam which motivated me to start reading and as time flew by, here I’m, blogging my days away!

 

  1. More than blogs and novels, I love quotes. Those two liners that can shake up a life in an instance!

 

  1. I have what you would call a ‘strong mood swing issue’. So, I’m extremely unpredictable and people try to avoid conversations with me for the fear of catching me in a wrong mood.

 

  1. I don’t know what I love. I don’t know what I like. I don’t know what I want. So, I don’t really know how my friends manage me!

 

  1. I have this very weird dream of just running off someday to this random place where no one would recognize me. I have this strong intuition that I’d find the true meaning of my life there!

 

  1. Contradicting fact number four, I did love one thing (maybe not a thing) and I screwed up. You know how life is these days!

 

  1. I’m doing my MBA right now and I really don’t want to follow in the footsteps of Chetan Bhagat. Everyone around me keeps telling me that I’d end up as an author or something, just like him. I don’t want to end up like him. I hate him. No offense meant.

 

  1. I’m probably the kind who’d give more attention to a really cool superbike than a hot girl.(And that’s true).

 

  1. My friends don’t know me. At all.

 

  1. It took me two actual days to come up with something worthy to write here and I’m still not happy about how I filled in this space!

 

And now to the answering Apeksha’s Questions Part!

Tell me the last time when you cried without a sensible reason!

A couple of hours ago, I was watching some videos of dogs and cats and I have absolutely no idea why I burst out!

 

You can survive without water but not without _____________________ (?)

Someone

 

What’s your best post ever? The one which was an amazing hit and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to beat that. It’s about your satisfaction, not the number of view and likes!

I would really want to say ‘Scarred’ mostly because its about feelings I go through each day but my favorite would be ‘As Time Flies’, a short fiction which I wrote about three months ago.

 

When you reach heaven, and God asks you what good did you do on earth in these years, then what will be your answer?

I can say about all the times I’ve spent helping people, people I’ve known and people I’ve never met before. But I don’t know. I never felt good while doing that. I felt happy. I felt good every time I read something or come up with some good stuff.

I’d probably say becoming a blogger was perhaps the only good thing I ever did, apart from my little love story.

 

What’s your catch phrase?

‘Just go with the flow called life’

 

Arrange these on the basis of your priority:- (The most important on the top)

Eating, sleeping, writing, blogging, reading, work (whatever it is, job etc.), chit-chats.

Reading

Writing

Blogging

Long Rides (please do swap that with chit-chats. Was never a fan of meaningless chats.)

Eating, (Don’t really know whether to put eating on top or sleeping on top. Don’t like them both)

Sleeping.

 

Do you enjoy breaking rules?

Yes, the thrill of almost screwing up is exhilarating!

 

Are you somebody whom we can call an ‘optimist’?

I’m optimistic to anyone who comes for my counsel. But I’m not optimistic towards myself.

 

Who all will be invited to your dream party? (Superstars and all)

The Joker!!! (Heath Ledger)

Jack Sparrow

Chandler Bing (He can bring Joey along too)

The Wolverine

The guy who started ‘Humans of New York’

Scarlett Johnsson

Megan Fox

Emilia Clarke

 

Have you ever wondered of meeting any blogger personally?

That would be amazing! Actually, I’ve thought about something like this lot of times. And it would be simply awesome to meet an actual blogger and have a wonderful conversation with a hot cup of coffee.

 

Did you like the above questions? (Okay, you guessed right. I couldn’t think of more questions)

Lol! It was totally cool! Maybe a 11 out of 10 rating 😀

 

 

RULES FOR LIEBSTER AWARD:-

1. Thank the blog who nominated you and link back to them

 2. Make a blog post telling 10 facts about you

3. Answer the 10 questions from the blog who nominated you

4. Prepare 11 questions for those you will nominate

5. Nominate 11 new bloggers (those who have less than 200 followers) by commenting in one of their blog posts

 

 

And now to the part where I have to ask the questions!

  1. What made you a blogger?
  2. If you were to be stranded on an uninhabited island with exactly one book with you, what book would it be?
  3. If you want to travel to this one place in earth, what would it be?
  4. If you were to suggest to me one movie that I must watch before I die, what would it be?
  5. Taking about dying, how do you wish to end your life?
  6. If the world were to fall into total anarchy and there is no social order and everything is legal and no law can punish you for anything that you do, what would you want to do?
  7. The fictional character you hate and why? (Exceptions include Dolores Umbridge and Joffrey Baratheon)
  8. What is that one thing you’d give up blogging for?
  9. One word that could describe you is
  10. Tell me one crazy thing you did that makes you laugh everytime you think about it.
  11. Do you find coming up with questions as such hard?

 

 

 

Scarred

About two years ago I started this blog off believing that it would hold the thoughts of my heart, the deepest emotions that I would face as each day unfolds. But time and again, I’ve put up such a convincing facade that I’ve deceived everybody, including myself about what really gets to me.

Now, let me make up for it by sharing  my single most precious emotion, the one memory that I hold closer to my heart than anything else in this world.

I usually dedicate all my posts to you but this, this is something I cant dedicate to you because this is you, every word and every emotion bled  has you in it.

You have been wondering what I’ve been doing with my life all these days. What I’m doing is I’m trying to pen down one poem that would say everything I wanted to say, feel everything I wanted to feel and show everything I wanted to show, to you and to the rest of the world.

Seven years yet an eternity

A thunderstorm that blew

Making a man out of a rag

A song so beautiful

My heart comes to life

Voice like the rain

And eyes like a daydream

A riddle so life changing

Which I read and I loved

Like kids we played

The sun in our smiles

Like Gods we lived

The destiny being ours

Now I’m me without you

Like the ocean without the wind

An eerie calm deep within

With memories of you woven

And I miss you

More than you’ll ever know

No matter what they say

No matter what they do

I live for thee.

 

This is my first attempt at writing my true feelings. Forgive me if it’s incoherent. I’m at a loss of words! And I don’t think I have to declare this post being one hundred percent non-plagiarized. The last thing I’d do is write my feelings through someone else’s words!

 

‘Memories maketh a man’

Everyone has a past, some broken beyond repair and some beautiful like a blooming lotus. Situation doesn’t make a man who he is. Experience doesn’t make a man who he is. It’s the memory of it all that makes him who he is.

Here’s a gentle peek into my memories, my mid night thoughts and mid day dreams, my life from how I see it each day.

So what am I now? A confused soul? A delusional idiot?

Memories burden

Like a paper boat

On a still pond

The slightest touch

Causing the scariest ripple

And my heart goes numb.

 

Memories sweeten

Like a heavenly oasis

In a scorching desert

Thoughts of you

Making a masterpiece

Out of my lifeless poems.

 

Memories are untold dreams

Memories are imagined situations

Memories are learnt lessons

Memories are boundless happiness

Memories are bottomless sorrows

 

Memories are living souls

Dwelling in lifeless wraiths.

The above is a work of fiction pretty much close to what the author experiences everyday in his life. No part of it has been reproduced from anywhere.

All To Live

What would you do to do what you love, to be where you want to be, to live your way? What would you do?

 

The ocean roiling beneath

The sails tearing away

The once magnificent ship

Now but a piece of wood

Drowning the man

In the sea of abyss.

 

The icy cold winds shredding

The once beating heart

As the man fell

From the sky’s grasp

His body but a burden anymore

Upon the earth down below.

 

Flames ablaze like a raging tornado

Melting the man within

As the bike skidded off track

Just yards away from glory

And his unabating heart

Still believing in surreal dreams.

 

‘But why?’ asked the Creator.

‘Because life’ said the Creation.

 

The above is a work of the author. No part of it is reproduced from anywhere.