purplespeak

The fire that burns its ashes and melts its heat,
i want to rise up there and win The Defeat!

purplespeak

mood : pensive
song : tum se hi

Been a long time..

Have done quite a few things lately,learnt people,loved a few,loved one and one more..its been that way with me. :P Sometimes its just nothing(heaven should surely be a white canvas) There are hundred people we meet,a few we remember for long,another few cannot forget..and last few we hate to recall.But love stays,those spent moments seem fresh even at the thought of a recall..fresh enough.They keep coming back,to kill you and make you live at the same time.Can two equally strong and opposite things stay together at the same time? i dont wonder enough about it though..
i like this eternal space for myself..this only seems true..did i say seems? no,this is the only truth.Stay for a little longer and you will know i was just another you.I know no other fact about me.

and when i would be thinking
what is it to be at nowhere

shaken by facts,grounded by myths

i would turn to you
while you look away

i will come close,with grace..
while you still keep that pace

kill me once
kill me twice
show me all that i have become in your eyes..

turn away but please dont go

you are the one
today..and tomorrow

when my soul feels glad
and a little perplexed

take me on those long rides
those which our destinies decide

take me out of my own circles

or just stare
like you do.

timeless you have become to me
and again i clarify

blank you are,
blank is what i will always be

from ::"Love in the time of Cholera"

"To him she seemed so beautiful,so seductive,so different from ordinary people,that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones,why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils,why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid,the flight of her hands,the gold of her laughter.He had not missed a single one of her gestures,not one of the indications of her character,but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.."

am still alive
under her wet eyes
under a cloud that jus sighed..

the farther she went
the heavier it poured
all for tis day,
to come to a hold..

mysteries blushed,
and silently cursed..
..the bright skies.

her magic refrained,
and she collapsed in the light of truth

Where art thou?

in the mindlessness?

in the loud silence?

in a quiter crowd?

in a melting smile?

in a frozen mind?

in a less lost you?
in the skies so blue?

in the haunted self?

in a galaxy of bliss?

in a tortured thought?

*in a milder me*

in a calm unworthy emotion?
in this most worthy illusion!?

in a hand against mine?
in a gesture so fine?

in a fractured heart?
in a missing part?

in a longing for me?
in a belonging for you..?

on hundred such occasions..

i look for myself,in the smallest of me....(?)

BLUE

I opened my eyes to an eternally stretched sea that's narrating mildly its eternal glory..The blue in the water drifting to white..like consuming all to nothing.

The soothing air over my eyelashes,touching every core of my heart..and my mind wanders all over again...Why do I want to sink into this eternal silence that's gonna last only a while longer? why do i think my end would be as dim and insignificant as the light of my maid's room? Why do i want to die cause am done and content? what is done and content? Why am i at peace with only questions on my mind?

Calmly disturbed..i open my eyes,smiling heartfully..while shedding a tear.. and believing to fill the mighty blue waters..somehow..somewhere.

I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and my unpainted pictures. -Gibran

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I love the idea of Football..and Footballers!!!!

She exists.

She walked with pretendence resembling an inflated nothing.She stopped and smiled resembling a frown.She broke and cried resembling a prayer.She confused herself with the person she never was,still..she looked hopefully at the person she might have been.She held herself collecting all the little 'hers'..consuming all the little 'hers'.She didn't speak,She couldn't.She wasn't dumb either.She melted and spread the liquid her,got herself wet..and some more.But she dried the other her..she slowly learnt to.She lied naked among her other naked selves.All looking at eachother helplessly..and suddenly paused to hear a cry..one of them had died.Some wept,and a few smiled ungratefully resembling death.

Ah! something finally feels real.It needs no explanation,no expressions,no frills..no tantrums.It doesn't need you,(for once).It needs nobody,not even me.It needs no light,no darkness..no breeding place..no living place.It needs nothing!(for once).Never did i know inspite of not knowing something..i would actually understand most of everything!. This strange,yet known place seems only mine.This dark yet cold place seems most alive.This seemingly unfelt thing seems most felt.And for once i feel real..perhaps..most real.

I dont want to end this and.. that,but does end justify the means?

' Those who dance seem mad to those who dont here the music....'

To Kahlil Gibran,

(had written this after reading Kahlil Gibran for the first time..)

Dont know what to write or why am i choosing to write..but somewhere I totally wanted to get over you or maybe wanted to completely get into you.At this moment both feel same..infact all feel same.You gave me heartaches and glorified my existence for a moment.All came to a standstill and I desperately wanted everything to be translated to you..with a mild air of gratitude coupled with the fact of being able to be known to you.Behind those simple words you made me visualize what a world with 'nothing' in it would look like..or with everything in it would look like..What and how it is to feel at nowhere..everywhere..
Between these pauses and these confessions lies a mixed feeling of unreasonable query,bliss and anxiety..Hope you know how it feels.A helplessness of not being able to express feels more fulfilling,bounded with immense purple,the purple that oozes out helplessly after heartaches for which you may be the reason..heart is celebrating cluelessly..Thanks for being there..or were you always there?

Ekta. *less entangled*

Kahlil Gibran...

"The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain"


"Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem "


"...So I become mad.
And I found freedom and security im my madness:the freedom of the solitude and the security for do not be understood, because that one who understand us enslave something in us."

walking..

the world hinders..
and i still walk.
lost in this stillness
lost in these thoughts...
wonder why it still seems am on a run..
and wonder why i begin to stop..begin to walk..begin to rock
rock in the stillness,rock in tis song..
pardon me if i were loud,
but can u hear me when i walk?

Dark

a dark music,
dying to survive..
surviving to.. die?!
where does the mystery unfold??
when do i sigh?
like a truth its naked,
like a lie i hide.
but when i hear every beat,
it echos in my own eye!!
..jus hoping to darken this music,
and slowly drift away..in this darkness..
a haunting silence emerges from somewhere,
and insanity magnifies..
and hey! there its lost,
and again i live...i die..
by faith...by law.

Blank

a blinking idea,
a shimmering desire..
all collapse at an exhausted hope.
perplexed tear, fails to fall..
intruding faith..immobile.
at a standstill i hear a call..
faintly familiar,
utterly distinct.
I regain vision,blinded by self.
I see nothing..
and nothing sees me.
Dark and damp
like tis cold feeling..
am flushed in tommorrow,
in the less known
in the more unknown.

whither away...

Whithering away some bluish sounds
With strength enough to losen some bounds..

looking lost in a less lost world,
wandering across some under-done souls

preachin life's ecstasy..
..in a moment of whole.

Wonder whats the purpose
wonder whats in the core..(!?!)

White becomes the color of virtue
white becomes the drifting blue..

Underneath this sparkling fantasy
lies the truth profound.

Stillness has its reason,
..so has a running passion.

Nowhere to go..under this white thunder..
Madness too mad to surrender!

When the day awakens in its charm
and heart is held enticed
Intangibility clouds..
with breezy yet alive notions,
of life of love..
you emerge within
without a search,
enticing..loving.