Friday, November 25, 2011

Words are very Unnecessary; Enjoy the silence



Lately I was walking on a lonely road in the dusk time, a slight pinch of music playing in my ears and billions of thoughts coming and going away...but one thing that was common in all of them was my desire to get something to do, i dint think of the things I might deserve in the future but rather things that easily attract me. I entered my home with a conclusion, that was dance and being who I am which matters to me the most. Loosening myself for a minute wasn't that difficult, just keep staring at the beauty spread all around you and you'll learn how to balance everything. I was walking and thinking how good it was to walk lonely in winter's chilly wind, touching my feet with innocence. Thoughts like people will think I must be mad staying at home for all these months without work, came and went away as the wind passed on another shiver in my veins. I imagined myself radiating white light sometimes to all those who were able to see me, and i actually felt they saw the light coming outta me, I was self-inspired. Also I thought that someday someone will read all this stuff and will say that she is a born-writer of our time. Wish I can really deliver the beautiful facts I adore in this life to everyone who is to read my writs. Gave a minute thought to all those moments where my eyes will shed tears of joy, tears for someone I love and tears of loss, Oh! god there is no way outta here, i can keep thinking forever.  

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

For him


How your face like pendulum
manages to hypnotize my being
Curves of your eyes gaze into me
my soul and my words are silent
mesmerized by you, oh! you
My lover, My self.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

I'm a mere reflection in the mirror


The thing that I see there,
right in front of me,
it seems alive,
behaving like my own body..
same gestures and same eyes.
Sometimes it feels fake
And I'm a mere reflection in the mirror.

PS: Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear to be.

Unbearable Lightness Of Being #MilanKundera

An author is generally judged as prolific by the first line of his/her novel, but Milan Kundera by the title of his books. He is a pro writer with excellent works in fiction, non-fiction and essays. The journey through the pages of this book has begun, I will let you read it with me and will share all the valuable parts of his mind in this fiction writ.
Well, lets read the first line first "The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one...to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it.....and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum...what does this mad myth signify? ", this might turn out to be something I would never be able to judge!! Lets go on reader.