A Smoker's Soul Speaks

Smokin a puff, it was all hunky dory until I got light headed.

Slowly and steadily I aced this ecstatic stuff and lost the sight and smell of several ecstacies.

THIS IS HOW I FEEL NOW....

Half-Beauty

The tip of my pencil stopped halfway,

for it admired the partial you,

It shined as if it smiled,

brimming with joy it said " I'm so glad that I sketched you"

“A THOUGHTLESS” THOUGHT

“What started off, as absolutely nothing is going to end with something, something that might sound boggling but whatever it is, it sounds absolutely wonderful.” – Anonymous me 😀😊   I’ve tried to keep it as short and simple as I possibly can.. Here we go :

        

Let that one fly,

Fly as high as it possibly can,

It came to my mind, kissed my heart and

Flew past my soul

A curry ‘so tasty’ to my tongue

And my mind felt it to be tasteless,

I greedily devoured upon it,

Unabashed and totally totally shameless.

I don’t even mind flaunting it out

I’ll confidently and as effortlessly let it sprout

Thinking about giving my thought a ‘form’,

I don’t want this “thoughtless form” to ruin “its formless form”.

Unearthed Tale - 2

It all starts with just a normal sit down. A gush of thoughts make him burst out so much so that all the energy that is left in him has gone and all he can do is lean back against a wall, take a sigh… but as his mind relaxes and as he relaxes, there is a whole lot of things that he travels through. On and off, he is woken up, taken to the real world, by whom? He doesn’t know. Time and again, he relaxes, goes back into a sigh of relief and then again he starts of on a new travel, he doesn’t know where he is or whom he is with.

Is he a puppet in the hands of some entities, is he a puppet in the hands of objects he is with. There is a time when he completely transcends the difference between his own real life, his own real self and the virtual life he has been travelling. Sometimes the puppeteer/commanding voices are from the outside and sometimes they arise from deep within him.

He narrates his ongoing experience to people around, mainly to the people he know. It is indeed complex, in worldly terms, it is insane, foolish, unrealistic, etc, etc, blah blah blah.. They shoo him away, even if not on the face. All this makes him more insane. Is this a battle that he’s supposed to fight alone or is he a lone character in a not so goody-fairy-dreamy tale?? Whatever it is, it’s an experience that he will have to feel both from his heart and mind…

Maggied !!!

Dumped into a boiling pool, they sizzled and tempted the hell out of my hunger. They swirled and twirled as I moved my fork over them. And I waited for the curly-swirly noodles to fall down my throat. I was Maggied at first, more than I was hungry or enchanted or whatever.

No! It wasn’t that early, they had to be cooked, had to be jiggled, had to be tossed and turned before I could slurp the first yummy noodle down my throat to my tummy but as I balanced them and steered clear through my entangled supper, I felt pity for them, possibly because they were shining in their yellow cover and looked absolutely adorable.  They felt smooth and soft at the same time.

Connected to the core, and attached to each one of them, I did have to decide. Then my hunger and I made a call, GO FOR THE KILL! Gulp them down, but, go bite by bite. I did find a midway. I didn’t go fast and didn’t go slow either. For the first bite, I held up my platter slightly high, gave them a good look, I twirled few of them, wrapped them on my fork and Ah! Heavenly it was!! 

Completely noodlized..

So, I took my first bite into my hot spicy fest. It was a mix of connect with the noodles and an unemotional desire to eat them all. There was no stopping then. I went slowly at first but as soon as my hunger and my greed to eat them all, took the best of me, it was then when I hurryingly stabbed every other noodle like a brutal carnivore and in few minutes, they were all down my tummy.. and burp!!!! ..was the last thing I did.. To put it all, a Maggied me devoured every noodle that came between me and my hunger. 

THE MONOTONOUS "HIM"

He sat on a bench at a park and felt the presence of countless people around. People walked by, shoulders brushed his, he moved his head side to side to figure out if there was somebody, but the movement was so goddamn fast that he could not make out who it was and where they came from. People moved in silhouettes and in all gradation of monotone colors, people moved in blurred shadows, they intrigued him, their movement intrigued him and then he fluttered, he tried really hard to at least catch a person, and one by one each of his prospective prey got out of his hands.

He then caught hold of one of the figures. It was lighter than cotton or foam but it was for sure, heavier than the wind and before he could decipher who that person was, he heard a voice, voice that wanted to say something to him, he moved his head in the direction of voice that had startled him, but then he was even more worried that his catch would leave him, so immediately turned back, after all, after all that being intrigued, he had caught hold of his only prey and thankfully the prey was happily in.

A little relieved this time, he tried again to move in the direction of the voice when he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulders, he was yet again startled and the tapping came from the figure that he had just caught. The figure advanced towards him as if it wanted to say something to him. Just as he blinked, he found that it was not just the sitting figure that advanced towards him but everyone present at the park that advanced towards him, he was obviously elated, after all, his intrigue was getting answered; he was going to get the attention that he required.  He tried his best to understand what the figures were trying to convey or telling him, a few figures even tried to touch him but they could not. It felt as if he was lighter than the wind, it was as if he was a ghost who was impossible to touch. For the figures, he came across as a blurry shadowy silhouette….

PAL , BE MY PAL ..TILL I TELL YOU A STORY UNTOLD

Come sit down, let me mesmerize, hypnotize you, let me tell you something, a story if you will. An incident, which I’m sure, I want to tell you and so eagerly that I cannot just resist myself in pulling you down by your arms and making you all ears. The story is untold, it resides at the bottom of the innermost part of my being and I wish to convey it to you, only if you are all ears.

Some of you will be, some of you who value me, some of you who expect me to throw something meaningful, after every build up that I give. Well, most of you who don’t care, well I can’t help it and even I don’t. Just your mere sight, kinda puts me down, I’m still strong (steadying myself up, consoling myself).

I flicked my words and threw them at you like a harpoon in the dark, thinking that they’ll catch you. I did, because I heard your voice, I thought you were responsive, receptive and cognitive. Leave me aside, even the words tried and forced every ounce of their breath but they flunked. It wasn’t because you weren’t all ears, it was probably you were all ears but without the words that I threw at you.

It’s a definite rush and believe me somethin’s gonna be there soon, sooner than it should be, probably sooner than never, but, my pal, be my pal for that while. I’m sure, you are gonna hang on to that very bit.