I dream, therefore i am.
Struggling for the original, I write,Words flowing alongside the music,Heart dancing to the sound,While Musing upon how the strings of the guitar, how the beats of the drum, how the melancholy in the voice,Reflect the heaviness in the chestAnd if,Feelings own a frequency To resonate to certain pieces of art.Struggling for the original, I write,Trying to grasp my own reality,Hit upon by one epiphany after another,While Musing uponhow the colleagues you work along,how the teachers you seek advice from,how the women you crush upon,how the friends you study with,how the family you belong to,how some of them are check-postsHinting at the perils up ahead,how some of them offer reality-checkblowing you with the truth you overlook,how some of them become your diaryholding you steady in times of curfew,how some of them play a cinemaInjecting you a growth spurt with their plot twist,And how everyone is just a postmanRedirecting the nameless post that you are.Struggling for the originalI write,Waiting to be possessed by sleep,To access the illusory world of dreams,While musing upon,how some posts are gifted,To carry a storm of emotions at easehow some of them are lucky,To be caressed by postmen as they pleasehow the nameless posts seek an address,without having to be nobody'sAnd I wondered if,The nausea accompanying such posts,The anxiety creeping into the envelope,The panic attacks lurking for an ambush,All of this is needed for the poetry within.©pirateking
He was her confidence and he was her regret.And she was in chaos unable to play the roulette.©pirateking
Irony & cliche.
And the irony is,The curse of the werewolf is actually on a new moon night.©pirateking
Miles away from Hyderabad.
Miles away from Hyderabad,In its outskirts,Living in a quiet countryside,But in an eclectic environment,I noticed,Sometimes in surprise,Largely in strain,How litres multiplied themselves into gallons,How Metres translated himself into miles,How Grams refashioned herself into pounds,And how Ms.Celsius became Mrs.Farenheit.Miles away from Hyderabad,In its outskirts,Strolling through uncharted provinces,Decoding the mazes the head had contrived,Venturing to discover the dormant will,Striving to spark a potential wildfire;I perceived it,but only rarely,And was overwhelmed, At times,With the torrent of emotions,Akin to the murkiness of the clouds;And other times,With the emptiness of silence,Accompanied by the quirkiness which followed;In this void, I perceived,That I'm oceans away from Hyderabad,Evading all the troubled colonies,Populated by the aspirations which are abandoned.In such flickers of epiphanies,Much alike the lightnings here,Living in an Oblivion, I realise,That I'm actually miles away from NewYork,Skype away from my family,Sacrificing my moments of delight,In Her paradise.©pirateking
I am surprised at how the EndGame didn't match the infinity war in the drama it could have explored. It was a great cinematic experience but it fell short of my expectations; not because my expectations were as high but because things happened as per plan.While Infinity war was not just a cinematic experience but also an edge-of-a-seat thriller, Endgame is a great experience but that's all unfortunately.©pirateking
Be the bee to let her be.©pirateking
P1: Aren't you peace loving?P2 : Yes we are, doesn't mean we don't kill mosquitoes who entered our houses.©pirateking
25-02-19National war memorial inauguration.26-02-19Revenge taken.©pirateking
An year older.
One year older, one year older;Does she always remain soberand maintain her composureor can she become jocularby ignoring the social order.One year older, one year older;Are the times grim and somber?oscillating between humor and temperOr is she blessed with the aetherwhich bestows her with Milkyway's lustre.One year older, one year older;Is she still in captive of a robberwhich provides the tales of macabre?or did she sever the tethersand escape by contriving a maneuver.©pirateking
An year older.
One year older, one year older; Does the breakup still bother?or did the Horcrux bolster?Did the days progress swifter?And were the years getting shorter?One year older, one year older; Did life make her colderafter letting her smolder? or did she become bolder?overcoming the boulder.One year older, one year older; Is she leaning on a shoulder?ignoring the lessons in her folderor does this experience help mold her?Giving her the will of a soldier©pirateking