Burning Nights

#8wordstory:
"On nights like this,
You're my favourite dish."

This wily vixen makes foxes lose their minds
She melts inferno and burns ice
She's wildfire in disguise
She'll take down the northern lights
She'll prance on you and you'll fall twice
She'll hurl your acrophobic heart to heights
She'll make you realise
That your insanity doesn't suffice
On violet velvety eiderdown and
crumpled pillows she resides
(Sultry thighs and sensuous sighs)
And on peppery nights
She'll call you her favourite spice
But once you delve deep into her aphrodisiac eyes
It would be your demise.

Collaboration- 3

The night is too dark today
And the skies have refused
To dawn for a day
Tears of crestfallen yesterday are
Making my laughter go astray
And elusive euphoria is still but
A head trip to never-never land
My eccedentesiast smile knows not of exile
Oh, Orphic glee! Where did you flee?

~ She's A Vagrant

I'm here still pumping
Through your paper veins
The numbness, it is reigning you.
Spread your wings, my little angel
They are cut but can heal.
Give yourself the love you deserve
Those stars will break for you
The sparks will guide you to you.

~ The Lone Traveller

#hesaidshesaid

She said, "Come, let me show you
How to speak the language
Of this moonstruck amethyst night
My lilac laces singing ballads
Of your secret soul desires
Heart pirouetting to the the tango
Of your star-spangled stance
And if you shimmy in well
I'll adorn you with galaxies tonight
And call you mine."

He said, "Cupid has released his arrow now
My ambushed heart is on the hunt
Preying on your untamed soul
And if you draw your lips close to mine
I'll melt. I'll burst into flames.
So hold my hand, feel the pacing peace
Repeat, don't release.
Embracing stardust in our eyes
Let's make the stars jealous tonight."

Collaboration- 2

AN UNKNOWN PLACE WE ALL KNOW OF

We all know of a place
Between lost and cognizant
Where embers of spent souls
Saunter in the limitless nebula skies
Where archangel flies on astral wings
Appeasing heaven's cries
Where duende of my mosaic daydreams
Paints rainbows on empyrean eyes.
That's where you'll always find me
Catching stars in butterfly nets
Singing lullabies to the moon
Is there escape any time soon?

(A collaboration with Vedant Hazare.
His art, my words.)

Miscellaneous- 2

Meaning of the word 'sonder' used in the edit above. It's my favourite word coined by

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

Thank you Khyati! +Khyati / Netra

MY FIRST CRUSH

I wrote this for a challenge which Incorporated the use of both alliteration and an acrostic in MY FIRST CRUSH.

Acrostic is a poem form where a particular letter in each line forms a word. Here, it's the first letter in each line.

Marital marionettes mesmerised me, myriad memories monopolizing my mind

You yarned yonderly yin-yang yearnings

Fostering fervent fervour furtively 

Inamorato igniting inane idiosyncrasies, ineffable

Romeo romanticising red roses, rousing rendezvous reveries

Sunset sonnets sung, starring summer solstice soirees

Temptations taming twisted tangents

Coalescing cadences canorously, catharsis crippled

Reciprocals reversed, receding rhapsodies

Universe upturned

Simpatico sweetheart separated, soliloquies stayed

Heartfelt hymns hitherto hallowing him.

MY FIRST CRUSH-

My Youthful

Flamboyance Is 

Raining Stardust

Transcending Cascades

Rainbows Utter Silly Hues

Happy Birthday Doc!

It's time to shower some confetti
On your kerchief crown
Your elegance embracing
The eyes of the whole town
Vestiges of a child's soul
Still lingering in the nectar
Of your honey tinctured eyes
And your welcoming curtsies
Never seeking goodbyes

You are the soul surfer
Of the waves of our hearts
Utopia to our fantasies
Warmth to our frozen wings
You are that salesperson
Who speaks the language
In which we think

Forty years of brilliance
And a thousand more lunations to go
May the moon of your heart never wan
And may your garden be filled
With efflorescing carnations of joy
Sending greetings and love your way!

Secret Santa

If Santa ever listens to me
I'll tell him I want you this Christmas

Immortal memories of your love
Incense the temple of my heart
The easiest word is love
And the saddest word goodbye

I try to remember your voice
From the last time we talked
All those intonated bedtime sagas
Preachings and mild chidings
Edifications and learnings
And the taste of your delicacies-
The secret essence of ambrosia
Was known to none but you.
And now
When I return home from school
I'll call you and you won't be there
Now I know that's another world.

There is so much I can recall
But I wish I got to know you more
And as I smile
Beholding your portrait
I like to believe
That you're smiling back. :)

SERENDIPITY

Chancing upon you was serendipity
Like the gold plated commitments
I never asked for
You were
My trigger, my bomb detonator
The sentry to my heart's prison
Full moon to my werewolf lust
How I grabbed you, my king
CHECKMATE.
And then how you held me in an embrace
STALEMATE.
But oh, my love, how the game changed.

I thought I found my ideal man
But even gold plated promises
Are bound to tarnish
And now
The tenuous thread that connects
Our ineffable laconic brevity
Is breaking down
Like the soul of my kohl smudged eyes
I'm taking my placebo pills everyday
But I'm sick of you
It's like I'm chasing luck
Holding on to what is left
Of my bleeding love

Baby just hold me one last time
Before I decide that
Emptiness is better than forgiveness
Before this bipolarity
Reaches its extremity
Just hold me one last time.

Collaboration- 1

I collided with a meteor,
When I entered this forsaken land
Called society,
Because they hold the match,
That threatens my foundation,
For their unruly rules,
Wish to burn me to ashes,
Under their scrutinizing gazes.

~ Soshinie Singh

This forsaken land
With all its undulating oddities
Never fails to make me stumble
My volatile chassis they may incinerate
But my soul can set 'em on fire
And I will smirk at them
As I rise from the ashes
My golden phoenix wings in full flight

~ She's A Vagrant

Fake

Donning rhinestones around your neck
Trying to hide the repercussion inside
I can see your lip curls
Forging a fake smile
But, oh my darling, do flaunt
The 24 karats
Studded in your precious eyes

An Ode to Junga Camp (14 word story)

The moonlit night
Resonates
Snug bonfiry memories
Of adventures,
Friendly shenanigans,
Mellow beauty,
UNFORGETTABLE

Dear Younger Self

Dear younger self,
Hey! I see you there, somewhere deep down inside. I am that grown up person you always wanted to be. I know you thought that life is a dulcet popsicle of bliss and you relished every single bite of it. Your dreams were like wildfire that couldn't be tamed. You would cringe from darkness and flip light switches to exorcise any potential phantasms. You loved being the cynosure of the eyes of kin. You were an inquisitive soul and your mysteries awaited denouement. So upbeat and ebullient, always gambolling, never jaded.
I just wanted to tell you that life ain't that easy, baby. It's a constant struggle where you wake up everyday to fight a new battle. To be a dreamer is plain sailing but to actually achieve your dreams, you have to endeavour 'cause you can't just fly planes on fantasies and no movie director would ever come to your doorstep to give you a big break.

I know you were innocent, naive, carefree and reckless. But no matter what dear younger self, i wish i was more like you.

Yours
Future you

SCARLET LUST

You snuggle me like a summer's day
You make me feel like a dim minister at bay
Scarlet lust is bleeding from where you gave me a love bite.
And I wonder why you hurt me
every time you roll in
You harbour me and you poison me
You infect me and you heal me
Baby I'm your host and you-
My parasite, my paramour.

Dream Catcher

The first streaks of morning light
Filter through its eye
Good dreams make their way down
Its feathers and the small child
Walks through the gates of horn
In the arms of Morpheus

Someday
When he will grow up
Its dying feathers would
Remind him of his good dreams
Before they fly away
On springtime paper planes

JAILBREAK

At the stroke of the midnight hour
I'm burning the midnight oil
In this town of early birds
Even the moon is drunk on fantasies
But I am sober as a judge, contemplating.
The way out of here may be barbed abyss
But the world outside is the new Jerusalem
I decide to fall in the abyss
Mad blood is soaring in my veins
And voices inside me keep bemusing me
No you won't. YES, I WILL.

I have absconded the bastille bars
And here I am
On the happy hunting ground
I thought I could ally with the dark
In this town of early birds
But twilight was waiting for me
At the far end of universe.
I'm weighed down by my sins
Two dark spots I can see
In my peripheral vision
And then there's nothingness.

I'm back to the big house of heathens
Karma serves everyone in its platter of infinity
Madmen greet my fiasco
And I realise
You can't deceive the light
In this town of early birds

Strange Love

I never moved out of this old town
My friends in the city say I'm stuck
Well so are you, prisoners
Trapped in illusions, wrapped in glitz
I still attend weddings in my silk saree
I still adore old jean classics
Yes, I'm behind the times
Yes, I don't care
Nothing has changed, I look at my
Old lover with heart eyes as before
Inamorato still wears that smile
That got me smitten ages back
My doctor hates it when I want to
Hold on to my scars and not heal them
The scars, they remind me of
What a hero I was and I am
Alas!
No 21st century kid can understand
My strange obsession with old things

UTOPIA

In the fleeting moments of time
When I give in to unconsciousness every night
Obligingly subdued to slumber
I syncopate my wings to zephyr
And fly away to utopia
A kingdom with my own rules
And no limitations
With no Prince Charming
Calling me in his oh-so-sexy voice
But a plenitude of lilies and swans,
Calm rivers and mountains, Crickets
Singing sagas of cold nights,
Clouds whispering secrets of empty skies
Cats and dogs wandering side by side
Ground enemies brought together
With the tide
Unicorns giving homies a ride.
Small things that matter
And no stupid human voices ruining everything
No squeaking of brakes and horns
No wildlife disappearing mysteriously

I am perched on a giant eagle
Meandering the limits of troposphere
And suddenly I want to laugh and cry
I want to dance, I may even die
I may be tipsy because I'm too high
And oh I feel something, I smell peace
And breathe cosmos, I taste the Sun
And hear, on the far end of the world
Reality beckoning to me, hoaxing by coax
Such a bitch it is, Reality. It beckons me, cries Come here,
This is real this is real this is real.
It isn't it isn't it isn't, I tell myself.

Cold Regrets

They call you traitor
I call you babe
But when I see them nearing you
I won't come to your escape
For me it was always
Nation before heart
Nation before blood.

Maybe that's why
My hands don't tremble anymore
Pressing the trigger to your head.
Maybe my heart has gone so downhill
That there's no way up to yours.

What a paradox it is when
I CLOSE my eyes and assure myself
I can SEE you dying.

REFUGE

You see the sunshine bright
I see the scorching heat
You see the star spangled night
I hear the wolf offbeat
Can you give me some of you?
And you can take the rest of me.
Can you be with me forever?
So I can always seek your
REFUGE

The Truth About Our Beautiful Nation

I have compiled a Glossary to support the interpretation of my work. Feel free to check it out and enjoy reading. 

The fighter planes which once
Soiled the blue canvas
Painted it with black
Are forgotten now
But the light blue sky still remains
Unforgotten
‘Cause beauty is beheld
But the pain ricochets

Where orange is the new black
And mankind goes insane over
Black market blues and catcalls
Where emotions have no outlet
And humanity is capsized by wrecking balls
The truth about our beautiful nation 
Lies behind the white walls.

Here females are either treated as goddesses
Or are victims of eve teasing.
Here rape verdicts are left in a limbo
And its victims are stated guilty.
We talk of a changing world
But there’s a dearth of equality.
We preach feminism
But forget to enforce it.

Oh! How the night sky longs for stars
Now that they’re obliterated
By grey clouds of pollution
And the Earth seeks asylum
From the violet rays of the Sun.
The allegedly holy waters 
Carry ungodly chunks of litter
And the ecosystem
Just keeps getting better.

The traffic is overwhelming
I’ll drive rash but I’ll drop you home
The green lights go down
But I won’t slow down
This is the race of my life
And sure as hell, I’m not going to lose it
Dear fellow traveller.

Ministers, mercenaries, marauders, mafias
Not merely sources of alliteration
They are the bases of political contamination
A menace to the entire civilization
They speak in rhetoric
Act without remorse
Deliver white lies
And dissemble black truths.

Here economic measures go faulty
There is no point of satiety
And money has the power to transmute
Negative to affirmative
The poor work, the rich earn
We feed ambrosia to the Deity
And the poor die of hunger
This is our nation
Where sensitivity is determined
Through likes, comments and shares.
 

Where orange is the new black
And mankind goes insane over
Black market blues and catcalls.
Where emotions have no outlet
And humanity is capsized by wrecking balls.
The truth about our beautiful nation 
Lies behind the white walls.
 

We are living in an ivory tower
Blessed with milk and honey
We throw away the lemons offered by life
And drink lemonade from martini glasses
We sleep on beds of roses
And savour life like a piece of cake
Oblivious as we are.
The beacon calls, the fire alarm moans
The time has come
To confront the thorns
To bring to our nation a new morn
We have to revamp the wreck
We have to bring halcyon days back to the deck
And all we need is a reality check
And all we need is a reality check.

INSECURITY

One dies not of the fire

But of the stampede that follows

Not of the venom

But of the fear that the snake bit ’em

Your insecurities are nought

But creations of your mind

Pacify your turbulent minds

There is hope even

At the end of the tunnel.

A Reverie at Prairie

The green meadows of renaissance 
Fete me home
Thriving on the earth
From roots of uncertainty
Resuscitating cerebral equanimity
Calefaction replaces hypothermia
And as I sip from the demitasse
Of plummeting agony
Flumped onto a wooden swing
Of lachrymose nostalgia
Satiety plenishes me again.

As my vision goes blurry, almost languid
My vagrant eyes decamp and go instead
To where the grass is not so green
A water pump, still upright
Almost overlooked, I espy
More rust than varnish
The orange-blue majesty 
Possesses amour propre nevertheless
I wonder if ’tis aware of its flaws 
Or is it just dissimulating into resilience
Irrespective?

I recollect my moments.
I’d whine at the sight of a blemish
Imprecate karma for my woes
And envy mankind
For their blithe and buoyant lives
The grass is always greener
On the other side, They say.
How could I be remiss enough 
Not to see haven in my stormy eyes?
The way my lips curl to form a smile?
How my cheeks scintillate after a walk of a mile?

The grass embosoms me like quicksand
And the grassland palpitates its heart out
Hailing
‘Hasta la vista!’ As I stride across
The thoroughfares of reality again.

Morning Mayday

I let my yonderly soul drift 
Through the holy emboss
Crucify my sacrileges
Upon the blest Cross
And when my
Morning Mayday moans
I relinquish it with finesse
Facading every facet poss.

Oh My Savior, the Son of God
Why art thou hiding in the cloister
Of my brain?
What maelstorms dost thou have 
To bestow me with?
I have pulverised 
All that tried to collapse me
And in the light of thy aura 
I will vanquish every tempest
With your heraldry.

Broken Wheels Lament

Behold the beauty
The universe seems all 
About tulips and lilacs
About fresh green cover
And the deep blue sky

Cartwheels- The
Unsung heroes of yester year
Which then ploughed
The barren, sterile lands 
Complementary with the Herculean bull
Lie wrecked on the Elysian Fields

The rest of the world can’t hear
Broken wheels lament

Rat Race in The Corporate World

Rat race is an endless, self-defeating and pointless pursuit. It conjures up the futile efforts of a lab rat trying to escape while running around a maze or a wheel. There is no end to it.

In a day, people spend about 7 hours sleeping, 2 to 3 hours watching TV, doing household chores or enjoying some private time with siblings, spouses or their children, and another 2 to 3 hours relaxing or socialising with friends, maybe. The rest of the time, about 10 to 12 hours, is spent at the workplace.

This implies that about 50% of your life revolves around the place you work. So dragging yourself to work every day, dreading interacting with your colleagues and avoiding your boss will get you nowhere. To quote Confucius, "Do not do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you." Change your attitude before you expect others to modify their attitude towards you. This way you can sustain in this rat race.

But looking at this from another point of view, at the bright side, competition breeds progress. Innovative products, remarkable technologies and consumer convenience are just a few examples of how competition improves our lives on a daily basis.
"The trouble with rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat," according to Lily Tomlin.
If you love being a rat, do it.

I MATTER

I'm not air

I'm not water 

Neither am I food

Nor a desire that you long for

No, you don't need me 

And can definitely live without me

But darling, i do matter.

I can feel the air blowing for me

My heart pounding for me

The Sun propagating light

The Moon beaming and

The ants crushed beneath my feet dying 

FOR ME

Ego is your nature

Nature is my ego

And as i tread past the eternal lake

Which contemplates my mortal anatomy

Birds chirping over me

And the calm sky gazing at me

I whisper to myself

I Matter. I do.

Miscellaneous Stuff By Mahak ツ

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EPHEMERAL

PHOSPHENES

Optimism B)

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