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Her love for thyself betrays her the most
Her hatred hates her the most
Her shadows enlarges to dwarf her down
Tornado of thoughts shrinking her existence
Emotions flood up and demons of grief splutters the vile.

It is then a star shoots up
with a promise to cheer her up.
To bring the light of love to her
a touch of care to her mind and soul.
and to kill the demons of her life.

Now the demons are gone
and she miss hanging on with them
she miss the words of it
none of which could be real
but still sounded better than the reality itself.
And she wonders if she is missing the demon itself or its happy cavort.

She closed her eyes searching for the answer,
lingering through the geminated joy and sorrow
of life perceived to be lived with demons
and suddenly eternity strikes her
ghost of demon appears for the last time
to plant the final kiss on her temple
for the final hug and a touch to feel loved for her lifetime.
Confused between the angelic nobility of the daemon
and devilous vigor of demons,
she falls prey and is in love with the daemon of demons
wanting nothing but to be daemonized;
wondering for its real identity.

Happy Diwali

DSC02477Deepavali – festival of lights and food, and I love them both! Festival has its own significance and one can get into the details of it here.  

After full day work, walking back to home; it still spears an exiting day if you have too many diyas waiting to be lit. Oh yes, I love candles and diyas. Special thanks to my friend Priyanka who gifted me beautiful set of diyas for Diwali. DSC02469With all my diyas lit, I had enough time and a beautiful neighbourhood to get some awesome clicks for the evening 🙂

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Life veins

Life veins

Life veins

Blood drained through the coaption of life veins,
dripping through the splash of colors,
shot harder and wider right in the middle,
where black & white dots are integrant to it.

These are the life veins,
emerging back from the gray shades,
raising from the pool of blood,
carving it’s scabrous journey
to the height of sun,
to the depth of oscean.

These are the life veins,
trachles through the gobbet of flame, fame, destruction & joy.
Dives to the hadal of sorrow and pain,
emits emotions de profundis in vain.
These are the times it gasps longer and deeper again,
to rise to the dais of sky
to catch the glimpse of rainbow
to fly with the wings of clouds.

These are the life veins,
floundering for the oxygen,
porpoising through the flesh and bones
regulates the circadian rhythms of heart and mind,
coalesce and lilts the saccharine essence of life.