Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

I don’t remember the time… My childhood a rare collection of, Colors like a rainbow In the dusty storm and lusty nature… I played drawing pictures… Painting my days of life with vivid, Aesthetic scenery of natural beauty… I don’t know my birth, but Memoirs of first existence of me Can be portrayed cleanly… Still those days brings havocs of Fear in the midst of clean image Even as a child, eagerness of learning May be the culprit of my destiny I myself brought into this stage I don’t know God, y me? Black widow wasp viciously entangled In her arms, kicking my innocence. Atrocities to human intelligence, Twist the grey cells for pleasure And may be a revenge to self Pushing many a nurturing young mind Into the darkness of life… Bizarre carnivore’s thoughts An instance may be this… Life gives us many a roses Thorns hidden beneath Mere sorrows give strength To traverse the serendipitous passage The glowing sun…in the horizon Burning fire, its life enticin

There was a time when Everything I wished came true... World came to me... I don’t remember the time Shower of joy poured in I don’t remember when.... Clock repeats not time.... My cerebrum touching cranium Still memory fading away... Glorious days, I wish I m Better be near a Black hole I can revert my life and time. When life turns against me I want a projection A travel beyond vision... Escapism from reality I want a mirage to happen In vain, all theoretical.. When I can’t think no more.... Not sleep, not death, a transient stage... I want to seclude myself Within boundaries Away from external contact.. Inventions..Pure theories In life s secretive beauty Unpredicamentism melts away... Creativity knew no fathom Source code of life is indeterminable Composition of joy and sorrows When birth comes death comes In the end it s a tale

Difficult, excruciating pain Life swaying in the wind Moments of joy withered away My heart sank! I realized it. Half of my auricle broken I cannot withstand…. I’m experiencing heart break Happiness soon went away. I am butchered with a knife Bloody flow full of sorrow I cried to soothe my mind In vain, our love was envied… Memories of the past hovering Lost, Im lost, Im alone, Oh God... Dropped from a high altitude Destiny brought us here No one to complain I suppressed, My sadness between my teeth Thoughts popping up, I grudged Sweet dreams fading away I never knew I ll be here Devastated, with mental agony So severe, Big mistake, great lessons learned. Thy fruit so palatable, I ate But I didn’t know… It was kissed by a poisonous snake. Its venom still flowing I pray to God Endless nights passed on Slowly I was put in a death cradle I slept with a secure hand holding me…

As I feel the way of success... My mind unwinds many a faces… Clean ventilated and carpeted rooms Where many a keyboard strikes… Mannerisms I find bluish, no talks Someone murmuring at the corner… No friendly gaze on any eyes… Where only systems and hands talk I m ashamed of this … I hate the way their profile pervades Atmosphere of cruelty Many envisaged their real posture… Room freshened with Thoughts of logics and coding Many a mind fathomed the deep sea Never an Einstein has conquered… Too many legends… Omniscience of cult nowhere. Over berry’s folly at the Mouth of Arabian Sea The crux of which lies here… Causing delusions… Sounding beetles everywhere Still the silence creeps in… Loneliness swallowed I m Craving for energetic breath Still hectic work holds me And puts me in seat…

I’m obsessed; I don’t know when it happened... Unfulfilled Dreams, wishes I cherished, The size of a vampire Transformed into an upliftment... A narrow sift to virtuality, a deviation. Drugged, the word I can say, an experience So beautiful, I wished I had one more... Valleys and hills traversed The dynamic power of dopamine My childhood days are back Color filled moments, nostalgic The feel of dewdrops and muddy earth Stories I read, centuries old, reverberated Through my mind, I feared... Vague feel of lunatism, songs so melodious. An albatross perched upon a tree…. A whimsical touch for my feel… Visual hallucinations, auditory perceptions Real correlation to Augmented Reality I asked myself, am I taken to a wonderland? Am I a sleeping beauty who opened? A genie in the bottle? I can make my wish come true... Not a Genie but genes behind the scene. Mutation, An error in meiotic phase! Rupture of double helical structures… Passed on from centuries back. D

My pen down moods come rarely but when I m immersed into that , a hell lot of feelings and wordings pass through my cerebrum that I sometimes find hard enough to pick the best from it... The first occurrence of spotting myself came in the past 4 years and tumultuous moods makes me weird and even in the midnight I wake up and pen it down so that I don’t forget when I wake up in the morning...My passion and fascination for poems is culminated as I pass some real life observations and experiences and will continue to sail on ... Talents are a blessing and it’s been given in every form..realizing and nurturing them is the toughest part...Sometimes I need to crack myself to get that every aspect of feeling in my visualization and making it into paper...life is a continuous spectrum of colors like a vibgyor and each feel, thought and memories emphasizes colors to life... Ne'er in my past life I thought of being a writer or poet and now I myself craving for something, the energy