My Literary Indulgences...

There was, is, and will be only one among the mass… The demure, enthralling, enticing, intoxicating lass… ‘The Woman’ who strikes hard with a killer aim… ‘Sleep’ she is called, the most ravishing dame… With silent steps she comes, creeps up on me from behind… Her velvety hands cover my eyes, her body warm against mine… As I throw away the day’s burden, she takes my hand, tugs me to bed… Kisses my worry lines smooth, and I doze off with the pillow of her lap beneath my head… A song she sings, to my mind and soul… And her symphony tunes out everything, such magic I behold… A tumult of sensations her illusions bring over in my slumber… Robbing me of my verve, the sly conjurer shows me things I can never remember… Reprieve I find in her, from the deathly boring moments… Solace and happiness I enjoy, swimming away in a river of her conjurations… But the sweet seductress is not an angel, parts of her cruelly playful… Unpleasant memories she revives seld

Some clichés never grow old... Some stories are forever retold… When the stars shine brighter, the moon appears huge above… When butterflies fly in your stomach, the feeling they call ‘teenage love’… It began with the eyes, her eyes, as it always does… I saw her talking to a friend; mesmerized, I wanted to know who she was… “An old friend, really sweet”, I got to know when I asked my friend… Sweet she was alright…with an honest smile and no pretense… For long I pined in loneliness…dying to see her again… Browsing through her pics on fb became a ritual, giving momentary relief from the pain… But that wasn't my destiny…my sorrow soon came to an end… “She has joined your college”, I was told one day by my friend… Luck sure became my best pal, as she soon joined my class… But terrified I was, seeing her politely spurn every boy who made a pass… Just as I started to lose hope, heart crushed with despair… She approached me and said “Hi! Don’t we hav

Sometimes the purest feelings in us are left unsaid… In order to look emotionally strong, people often end up emotionally dead… They say that’s the case with you, so far and detached from him; but I never listen to others… Yes we may not say it that often, but being apart? That’s never the case with brothers… I remember growing up with him, fighting over the smallest things before mother… Giving each other bruises, and when father confronted us, covering up for each other… Mother often tells us both an incident now ages old… How my brother, a sports fanatic in his youth, left me unattended when I was hardly a year old… We both laugh it off, knowing that it was an innocent mistake of the past… That we’d watch after each other, till life in us lasts… It wasn’t a smooth ride, it hardly ever is… Very few face the challenge of living under a shadow as big as his… He was a brilliant student, dynamic and enthusiast… He left strong and lovable impressions on who

Dark were my days, misery brought me down to my knees.. I was blind for long, but no more, now I see.. Ripping of these blindfolds, throwing away this mortifying baggage.. Its time I pledge to redeem myself…here…at the precipice… Gone will be the days I burnt myself trying rote.. In learning, my first true passion, time I will devote.. With no more selfish motives of improvement in helping others.. I pledge to redeem myself worthy of knowledge…here…at the precipice… Enough have I played with my health.. Putting a stop to an orgy of poisons and splurging my wealth.. Seeking a last chance from those caring hands I turned down.. I pledge to redeem my health, happiness…here…at the precipice… For long I’ve disregarded my parents’ love.. Now respecting and loving them back with no reserve.. Helping and caring for them, like an ideal son I’ll serve.. I pledge to redeem their love…here…at the precipice… It’s time for me to bid my loneliness adieu.. F

Every day I walked down the same old road… Every minute, bowed down by an immovable load… Every second spent wretchedly with innumerable indulgences to corrode… Never did I stop…never, but here…at the precipice… Always under the pressure of grades, lost my will to learn… Self-improvement took a back seat, humbling others, was for what I yearned… Even at the face of failure, never did I reflect on the days I’d burned… Never did I stop…never, but here…at the precipice… I threw away my most precious gift, my health… Squandering relentlessly in poisons, my wealth… Laughed away at warnings, brushed off caring hands... Never did I stop...never, but here...at the precipice... Grew tired of the parents I once reverred... Took for granted the love I no longer deserved... Shirked off my duties, spouted hate at responsibilties with no reserve... Never did I stop...never, but here...at the precipice... I lost my panacea, my friends to my erratic moods... Curs

Home is where the heart lies, they say… For long have I lived apart from it, but today, Leaving behind this soulless world, albeit for a few days, I am going to my paradise…I am going home… Love for me meant her tender smile… Those loving caresses, which I missed all the while… Those gentle rebukes whose memories bring tears to my eyes… I am going to that angel, my mother…I am going home… “Superhero” brought the face of only one man to mind… His stare and words resounded in me, both tough and kind… Whenever in a fix, help and advice in him, I’d always find… I am going to my strength, my father…I am going home… Pulling her hair, stealing her crayons was the ultimate fun… Going to her crying after a dark day, for she was my sun… When called by mother for breakfast, grabbing her hand to run… I am going back to my soul mate, my sister…I am going home… Brawl with him, was the favorite sport… Being artful pranksters, teasing others and then hiding in

Silence…a mystery to me… A soothing friend…a brutal enemy… Silence is Music… Ever heard its sound? Impossible I know, when you are deafened by the noises around… It’s a symphony of sorts…both melancholy n gay… A treasure of rich notes which inspired Beethoven and many to play… Silence is Remembrance… A friend helping us recall… Our all-time highs…our greatest fall… A smile on our lips…a drop of tear in our eyes… For recollections both bad and good...when triggered, time flies… Silence is Mourning… A long deep sigh, battling a numbing pain… A broken heart trying to mend itself and be whole again… Losing someone dear to high heavens… A vicious curse to an unjust Lord, ‘cause without that someone, the world is barren… Silence is Threat… A vague unclear entity, both intimidating n fearful… A sadistic demon, breaking up relations, leaving us tearful… An indication when complete truths are withheld… Forcing us to doubt our loved one