Alas

In a world were you trust none,

I trusted you, the one.

To hold by my side,

through peace, turmoil , joy, pain,

through love, sorrow, laughter and worry.

To hold by my side, to hold your heart,

 High up in my world,

And you, in yours, with mine.

I trusted you, the one.

I did not expect you to be my beacon in the darkness.

My only hope, Nay!

Darkness didn't exist anymore,

not in my mind , no longer in my world.

I trusted in you, as a friend.

As a companion and for life.

I trusted you, the one.

I did not want to own you

I did not want hold you,

from your own people.

You were mine, but

Not mine to own.

You were the love,

that I wanted , forever.

I trusted you, Alas.

Every word, Every action

Anything, everything, nothing

Nothing I said mattered.

Nothing I said was something.

My everything was your piece of dirt.

It grows in me.

A hatred past that love.

A small black tree , rooted deep.

Your empty words, empty promises, empty concerns,

Empty Actions, Duty and not concern

Nay.

I doubt duty too, Habit perhaps?

If anything I said ever mattered

You would have understood me better.

I trusted you, Alas.

My concerns were a tiny displeasure

Flicked away with the sands of time.

My words, and your deaf ears.

My worries and my owes,

Your defiance.

Alas.

To you, everything I woe for

Is my own creation.

My own self inflicted wound.

If you had looked hard, ever

You would have seen otherwise.

You would have acknowledged

Something that was always real.

But Maybe, It is self inflicted.

The only wound , You.

I trusted you, Alas.

In my moment of weakness,

I showed you my tears,

I yearned to be with you.

But alas, the time and the concern

You have for someone else,

Was and Is never to be mine.

And your face , not for my eyes.

I am glad I trusted you.

I learnt a lesson,

One too valuable.

Button.

A friend in need and a big brother behind my shoulder,
Stars shone out while we spoke.
You made me laugh and smile
And you had your special smile
Only for me.
You watched over and for me.
You healed me wounds and fears
You were something more,
And when years have faded away
Misunderstood gestures and words
Looking back, tears paint the canvas today.
I miss you so bad, button.
There isnt anything I want more,
but a life time of what it was.

Darkest of Nights

When I Close my eyes

and Pull upon a long lost day dream

In the Darkest of Nights

As the coldest draft of wind 

Grazes my face,

You whisper my name.

As I lie in your arms,

A perfect Fit.

The smell of your hair

The washed in Deo and Sweat.

I bathe in the moon light,

Naked to the soul,

With your hands by mine.

The Stars twinkle at us,

Sworn to our common secret.

In the Darkest of the nights,

In the whisper of my eye lashes,

Your name,

Your face.

Us.

Fear.

Do you know what fear is ?

I do.

It is when you close your eyes

As the blow comes down on you.

It is when you stumble down in pain

When the next one comes.

                       

Your head spins about.

You know he's not done yet.

I look at his eyes.

I see my face, in fear.

I see his face,

I see no fear.

The wronged, the innocent.

Objectification of fear.

Held inside social coils,

Devoid of escape.

Some days I close my eyes, 

Open them back again in fear,

See him standing above me,

Slap.

Somedays I lock my doors, 

crawl into the quilt.

The rattle of the door knobs.

Fear.

The Unnecessary Book mark.

Young and Carefree, Soulful joy.

Hand in Hand, Head on your shoulders, 

A drive Down the Lonely Winding Road, 

Sublte Rain washing against the windows.

Your Lips Utter my name

Your eyes Search deep inside mine.

The sparkle, The dimple, The Miracle 

The Sweet scents and The cold air.

The Cosy Couches.

Deep and Long 

Love and Insight and your lust.

Once upon a time

A love story of a life time.

A book mark today.

Unnecessary Taint in my life.

Once upon a time, 

A laughter so light.

Today the fearful tears of Trepidation.

Once upon a time

A photograph of joyous smiles.

Once upon a time, An icecream

A medicine for sickness and care.

A sip of water and the warmth of your hugs.

The passion for a life time

The lights of the night.

Colors and Happiness.

Amazing and Beautiful, 

To me, 

And to you, 

Nothing.

Today,

A marked mistake.

And a faithless promise broken.

Traitors Unsheathed 

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

A watchful stalker.

A reminder of the broken dream.

Once upon a time 

The dance of Love

And the Words of faith

Trusting smiles and times.

Once upon a time.

A Lie, a mistake.

And A broken arrow.

Blood and rapid breaths.

And I fall asleep, In your arms,

Only in my dreams.

The unnecessary book mark.

You.

Good Riddance. 

Rain and the Dream

A beautiful Hindi Song plays in my head as the dream opens up in my mind's eye.

A dream , A memory.

The gentle rain falls across the window, and the darkening lights in the window  in the perfect white house, 

Our perfect white house.

 A dream that transcends into a memory.

I smile a little as you bring me coffee, And I fall back into your arms as you snuggle me in.

Your beard scratching against my hair, gentle, A welcome touch.

The warmth of your hands, and the coffee, the rainy weather, A drug to my soul.

The streets are empty, The cold lashing rain falls against us,

I shiver, You hold me closer.

You kiss me with the warmth of your love,

You kiss me in the rain

 Hold my hand and carry me away, To our magical place.

I lay next to you, Cuddled up in your arms, naked,

Watching you sleep, The rain still pours on.

Its cold outside, but it's as warm as it can be, in our little cocoon that we created.

I lay asleep in your arms, you smile at me and fall back into my rising chest , falling into a sleep.

A protective embrace

A dream, A memory.

Life As We know it, Changes

Its been three years now..
And college has left some special memories in my heart..
Everyday the amount of fun we had,
The way we lived together, had fun, cried, made fun of each other..
Every moment down the memory lane, was just amazing, and beautiful milestones in our lives.
Life has to take a turn now, and all of us have to leave to find our own paths, for a while atleast.
In this moment, tears beckon my eyes..
For all of you, who have been there for me in these three years thank yu :)

And for a few very special people, here is what i have to say

Divyashri, I found someone very special in you, and to yu, i dont have to say anything for yu to understand, and our silences and our giggles, speak more than anything else for us.
I will miss yu, and i will come up thr and visit yu and Everytime i go anywhr, ill remember our special dates, and get aways :)

Gayathri Vasu, You are someone special in your own way, and yu have carried me forward during some of my difficult days,I do remember the times when we could complete each others sentences.
for being my support, thanks Nannu :)

Preethima, you are someone to whom i can tell anythng and run to whenever i wanna shout in joy, or scream in anger or cry in despair,
You have always been thr, and your veetu sapadu :P sama di
i will cherish our terrace memories,late night conversations, everythin :) and always run right back to you.

Horeb, Thank you for everything horeb, you were a brother, a best frnd and a teacher to me and pushed me sometimes into the right way, you made me do things my way and you were thr for me late into the nights.. thank yu for your shoulder.

Prem, Anna, words fail me, I saw an older brother in you, someone who i always wanted all my life...you are someone i look upto, someone with so much loyality, love and patience to give everyoe.
I dunno how wil be without seeing your moonjie for one year, i really dont wanna do it Prem.

@Trishir,
Mera pyyar :P
12.30 in the nite, i can call you and bug yu and yu would still put up with me.
I love your winks and yu genuinely care, what more do i need to say :)
And I know down the line, yu'll always be thr.

Adithya, You are very special , very :) Thanks for all those days yu let me cry on your shoulders like a cry baby. thanks for your jokes, and yes yu are special , i don need to tell yu more, yu know what i mean :)
and one day am marrying u :P XD

Vignesh, You touch my heart in beautiful ways, I will miss you ootivitufying me , i will miss pulling ur legs, i will miss coming and delivering thayir sadam with tomato pickle to ur house,ill miss comin over to yur place whenever i want to, and i dont want yu to leave me and go :/

Kaviya, Some people, touch our hearts and leave their marks on us.
I love hugging and sleeping with you :)
and i just love the way yu care and make me feel, thr are many moments i fell in love with the person yu are..and i always will hold your hand forever,ask preethu what i told.

Juno, I love the way yu scold me, hug me and make me feel good and cared for.
You my dear , yu know how to press the right buttons to make me listen to you :)
No one can replace yu Juno ^_^
I love yu

Subhashree, awas :)
Never seen anyone who can make others feel special like you do.
the way yu care, is on a whole different level, even in your sleep.
I see a mother in yu, a sister in yu, and lots of love in your eyes.
Selflessness.

@Harinee, Your hugs are the best, :)
They are warm and sweet and they carry me forward, we had our special moments, and ill always cherish 'em ^_^

@Geethanjali-
I dont know what it was, But i loved the smiles we exchanged, the twinkle o your eyes, and the caring words :)
The cup you gave me ?
I am having my coffee in it, even now :)

Thank Yu all
-hugs and kisses- ♥ ♥
Imma going to miss yu guys :'( 

To build To destroy

Life has always played its morbid sense of a humorous joke at me.
You Believe in something, someone, you put all your efforts, love, trust and hardwork into something and truly believe things are going to work out, and then a little glass shard pops out of now where to tear everything apart.
The linchin pin.
One small piece of truth, or lie, or miscalculation and the world spirals down
Things escalate and before you know it,
Its over.
It's done
And You are standing on empty ground, Unmistakably alone with the broken pieces.
What do you do ?

Life in a Dream

Now imagine, if one day you woke to the smell o baby 

powder and milk, you open your eyes to the 

ceiling, and you are inside a Crib , in a flash o moment 

your memory is erased, what if your whole life was a 

mere dream? they say when you are about to die , 

your whole life flashes in your mind's eye, now what if 

that's just the child's consciousness reaching into the 

depths o the mind when its actually about to just 

wake up.?



What if your whole life was a dream?


Inception seems real now.



And the beauty of it.? You really have no clue because 

no baby has any conscious thought process or speech 

functions to tell the world about the life he had in a 

dream, in an unlikely event that he even remembers.

just another random thought.

To Drive or Not to

A recent conversation with a close Frnd made me 

wonder,come to think of it,

in a world like today , a generation like ours, how many of 

us are truly inspired or truly motivated.?



Conviction arises from within only when a person is really 

inspired, anything less than that, is merely an obsession or a 

side track from your real destination, that you took just to 

over take someone. Are we really obsessed, or driven with a 

real conviction about something we truly believe in?


A lot of us can relate to the procrastination that comes up 

when faced with an unpleasant task, procrastination to 

escape into doing something more pleasant , so how many 

of us actually have the drive to move mountains?

We are made to believe that everyone of us actually be at 

the top of the ladder, but big surprise, or rather 

disappointment, we know what we are culminating ourselves 

into.Think about it, True inspiration, or mere obsession.?


Where do you stand?

Just a mere thought.

IMAGINE.

IMAGINE.

Imagine

A world without sky scrapers dotting the sky

Imagine

Green forests and a Green skyline

Imagine

All the people of the world living as equals (Meh.?)

Imagine

A lack of diversity

Imagine Uniformity

Imagine grey

Imagine the absence of colours

Imagine black and white

Imagine, and that is how far it will get.

Lack of reality.

The world we live in is of unimaginable depth, of colours. Culture, designs, people, filth, and diversity in its character.

No two designs in a kaleidoscope are the same; no two DNA or humans are the same.

No two snowflakes are identical, Nor the seed arrangement in any two sun flower.

Magic of nature.

Nothings is a copy , an exact copy .. Except probably your last semesters’ notes Xeroxed by the bunch.

The world we live (yes, am getting back to that) is an array of unique elements put together existing together harmoniously (Wars? Humans never learn. Tsk tsk)

City Scape

The world we live in, the cities we take foot in everyday is a transforming abyss, transforming at this rapid phase influenced by various elements-

·         People-society-characteristics-the changing attitude and lifestyle of today’s generation - Us - the brats of the planet.

·         Economy - the constantly fought marketing battles- sensex-nifty -collateral - banking -marketing.. yes all that.

Money Money Money

Up and Down goes the sensex (multiply by infinite times)

·         Culture- 

Sa-Re-Ga-Ma-Pa-Da-Ne-Sa to Do -Re -Mi -Fa -So - La -Ti -Do.

·         Politics - Oh yea, boring money hungry people who eat our taxes , dear politicians influence the city’s evolution - Remember the Metro Railway?

Our cities are transcending our imagination in the pace they are growing at ( Now, I’ve told that way too many times in one way or the other have I not?)

“When you are finished changing, you are finished”

-          Benjamin Franklin

My point is, you flick a switch and sleep too long and you will wake up like Rip Van Winkle

Now, clear your mind of all that i rambled about and IMAGINE.

A world of colours

A world with diverse skyscrapers lighting up the night

A world where the rich live beside the poor

A world where change is constant

A world with ever growing lights and Cities

A world where... Oh just open your eyes and look around.

Reality.

This is where we live

In planet EARTH- A kaleidoscope of pseudo imagination

Inspire me, Little January

Photo Courtesy - Joel Benjamin (MCC 3rd Yr Student)

Chrispy Cold mornings

A Little girl walks down a path of soft grass in a garden

Walking in the early morning mist.

Innocent and pure as the drops of dew

The Quietest month , and The Little child in the garden, But think not that she represents inactivity,If anything.. she opens her eyes to the sky, the earth absorbing the pure rainfall as the little organisms prepare for the next season, the feasting earthworms tunnelling into the soil, making new blossoms happen.

Winter Cocoons and It’s the Dawn of the First Month of the New Year

January - The Cornucopia of Joyous Hope.

"Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Until the set of sun.
Little January 
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times -
Just come along and see."

- Wilfred Marshall

Wake up in the softest bed in the chilly cold weather, curl up into your patchwork quilt and go back to sleep.Laze around in the bean bag , with your favourite person, Your best mate laughing at the most infamous joke ever, Stretch and sip into the cup of Indian Chai, with a smile in your face.Januarys are for laziness and coziness. Families make holiday plans, from Missouri , Andaman and Nicobar to Hawaii and Switzerland. January Spells out holiday, love, family and happiness.

From the Cold hearts of winter

Reaches out January

Pureness of the Snow

And The warmness of love

Happiness and Joyous Adventures

The Youngest One smile.

They Love me ,January Says

A tear down her cheek

And A grin to match

Mischief managed

Petals Up turned

Chirping Blue birds

Twitchy Squirrels

“Welcome to the new world”

Wavering Minds

I became the person you feared i would be

U know yu lost me and Maybe it was meant that way

moments past the hours

it does matter to me

In a time unreal , my needs are varied

My heart is unwavered

My mind flies about

In times like this

raindrops , sweetest nectars

silence and peace.

Imagination

A day with you.

memories and remembrances

I will be loved.

The Unpublished post

The days went slow and the nights creeped away painfully slow

The nights were the worst the living

Nightmares and living moments haunted me

In the midst of it all , i found the twinkle of an eye

I found my energy again

I smiled

The smile in your face

A little click on the phone and I felt pretty , beautiful and amazing again

Voice of an angel

So sweet and melodious

And the flutes kept me going on my iTunes each day -on repeat

And i laughed a ringing laugh

I feared the basic thing that drives a person forward, ambition, love and money.

But there was this misty fresh air blowing behind my face

An inspiration

And a hand to hold me and guide along the right direction

In time

I wondered if the games were games

I felt foolish at my own folly

A night in the rain and i was falling hard or maybe i already did, shit.

I was scared. And i always will be

I felt too close.

And i closed my eyes , in a moment of sadness, and a whisper of the name

We Loved, We lost.

We Loved, We lost.
It was difficult, we fought like a married couple, but deep deep down, somewhere and always, I thought we were there for each other.
There was, Is this Un-breakable thought "What ever happens, we are for each other and always"
You know that empty feeling in the stomach you have when you have a free fall ?
I cry at times, I think of the happy times, the simple and sweet times, when the touch of my hand would light up your face and a whiff of your scent were sweet reminders that you were close to me,
The blueness of your hoodie still keeps me safe with the two pretty pillows that i always wanted from you.
I remember ironically the last time was the first time i asked anything from you.
I hold on to my phone, checking your last check in time into whatsapp, wondering if you had blocked me yet, confused about where it all went wrong.
Unable to break away from the thought, When everything is over you will be back to me.
But i do not know if until then i can handle the free fall, The emptiness everytime i reach out to that spot in my mind.
I delude myself at times still believing we are together.
I replay all the times we had,all the cute little smiles you gave me , how you used to look at me and you calling me "princess"
Lowest blow ever.

These moments are dark, and when i get out of them i do not know who i will be , but i know i will still love you, but i am afarid to take a step forward, i am afraid to look backwards, your words hurt me, badly.
You looked me in my eye and told me you didnt love me.
I cried, You saw.
I was lost...
You looked lost, I knew something was up... all the love we had wouldn't just go somewhere, i had faith.
Maybe you are just no alright now, But you punish me instead.

I wake up some mornings, feeling strong , 60 seconds later it's free fall and the sun damps.
nights are the worst, we used to talk everyday and believe in some many things, for now all is lost.

Little things and the bigger picture

A little piece of string

Every sew of a pattern

Every Voice in a musical

Every sound of Nature

Every single chord in music

Every single drop of purity

Every little word

Every little thought

Every little moment

Golden little things 

Make up the smaller things of life 

Create the bigger picture

Paint the world

Paint your world and mine

Every single moment of life

Every second

Every minute

Every Hour

Every day 

Forever albeit the promise of imperfection

Melt my heart 

https://soundcloud.com/achuthravi/another-month-passd-by

Stolen Moments

We sit in peace

A silent hum of a song

Holding hands

At the top of our world :)

Moments of stolen memories

Memories to hold on forever

A perfect gem

Encased in life

An understanding silence

Envelopes the starry skies

Unspoken words

A smile on our faces

Through thick and thin

Hard and fast

Real and demons of the mind

Always and Forever

Precious.

Cherished. 

And something to hold to.

Starry skies and the Sun's glow :)

Reblogged- Date a girl who is a photographer

Reblogged from PAINT ME A PALACE

You should date a girl who takes photographs.

Date a girl who takes photographs. Date a girl whose favourite sound is the click-click of the shutter as it closes and opens to capture a memory. Date a girl who sees beauty in the simplest of things. Date a girl who looks at the world and wonders how to put a little of herself into it.

You might find her in the park, lost behind her lens, the world a blur around her as she tries to capture a single moment in time. You might find her in an exhibit, a look of concentration on her face as she contemplates a photograph that called out to her as she was passing by.  Or maybe you will find her in a bookstore, a book in her lap as she pores over photographs of weddings all the while wondering what hers would look like.

Take her out to photo walks and laugh as she tries to take a picture of you. When she gets tired of walking, buy her cupcakes but wait until she has taken pictures of them before eating them. Listen as she tells you her ideas for a photoshoot on the ride home.

Take her to a restaurant and wait patiently as she surveys the menu carefully, appreciating the food photography. And again, wait until she has taken a photo of your food before digging in. Allow her to introduce you to Ansel Adams while you both eat your lunch. Introduce her to your favorite musician as you wait for the bill to arrive. When you get home, change your Facebook profile picture to a photograph she has taken of you. She silently hopes for it.

Take stolen shots of her. Compile it and give it to her on her birthday. Tell her you love her over and over until your voice replaces the click of the shutter as her favourite sound. Kiss her on the nose as she lifts her head up from the camera. Give her camera-shaped necklaces. Go places with her.

You will never be bored again.

Date a girl who takes photographs. She will never whine about a little dirt on her favourite pair of jeans as she kneels down to get a better angle of her subject. She will never be afraid to go on adventures with you. She will take photographs of you not just with her camera but with her mind as well and keep it to herself to admire late at night. But above all, she will teach you how to look at the world through different perspectives and she will do so unknowingly.

Marry a girl who takes photographs. Ditch those wedding photography books and give her the most beautiful wedding you could. She will teach your kids to find the beauty in everything just as she has taught you. Every day will be an adventure as she tries to create memories photograph-worthy with you. She may wake you up in the middle of the night because she is buzzing with ideas but she will make it up in the morning with a stack of hot pancakes beside a steaming cup of your favourite coffee blend.

Grow old with a girl who takes photographs. Sit with her on the front porch as you both pore over the bits and pieces of the moments you’ve shared together. Stroke her hair as you both relive the photo walks that you took and the places you went when you were both young. Smile as you both reenact your clever wedding vows.

Date a girl who takes photographs because she will never let anyone take you away from her like she will never let anyone steal her photographs. Because she will inspire the fuck out of you. Because she will always see that “something” in the most “nothing” of things.

- Claiie

Blink Blink

I sit down and think in a moment of tranquility

Who was I? 

(Too many philosophy books!)

Maybe I did do too many mistakes

Maybe  I was not the perfect daughter

Nor the perfect sister

A perfect friend at times 

Student ? bleh.

I was tested But, i do know i learnt my lessons 

As the rain drops splash on my face

I can only imagine a life 

so close to nature

 I remember the fragrance of the earth

I remember my crazy 3am text about rain

And the Manga "Wolf's rain"

The world looks too perfect tonight

Twittering rain drops

Natural Bokeh background

I  take a deep breath 

Close my eyes and sleep

A musky sweet smell 

A fading memory

A touch of blueness in my heart

and Love so real :)

Blue i love :D

I dream so real

I dream of a world of tall scrapers 

green aliens (captain obvious)

Rainbows and unicorn farts 

(Recent influence from  Rahul)

Snakes and Aeroplanes

Vivid array of imagination

Ask me the point of this post 

and I shall give you a blank stare

(quite blank -.-)

I've gone a little mad, and high

And I'm laughing too hard

(Its not about anyone's polka dotted underwear or alcohol)

Life - There is more to come

and The best is yet to come 

(No dirty jokes please)

Bitching of a Kaet Lover.

Kaet.

the most adorable little pets that a woman can get (no offence to the guys who love kaets)

its the ultimate pet with the attitude

you give it your love and care and it doesn't give a damn f*** about anything

"i live my life the way i want "

don't get me wrong

i love kaets

absolutely love those creatures

its the attitude that sets them apart and thats exactly why i love those tiny little things reeking with attitude

fix a bed for them ?

oh they dont give a shit,i rather go sleep right in the center of the bed, or just about right on yur stomach

i'm the boss

ever wondered why yu can never train a kaets the way yu train dogs ? (no offence to dog lovers )

cuz they just dont want to budge

you cant find a lazier and a more self obsessed creature on the planet than the cat

furry little ball of fun, full of energy and playfulness...

if u can take in their attitude, i think u have found the most self respecting pet ever, and no dont expect them to hero worship them

they'll love you 

in their own kaetish special way :)

   kaets, i love them.

  yes they are cute :D