Cyclonic EMOTIONS....

I swirl in ecstasy …

You blink: not even once…

I whirl in bliss…

You know: not in which direction…

I twirl in love…

You retort: not with affection…

I spin in joy…

You smile: not knowing why…

I thrill in excitement…

You jump: with no desire…

I smile in glee….

You beam: with no rays…

I whip in anguish…

You notice: not my misery…

I churn in distress:

You empathize: not my feelings…

I whip in tears…

You wipe: not my emotions…

I lash in forlorn …

You accompany: not my soul….

I chuck in darkness…

You light: not my night…

I write in thoughts…

You care: not the words…

I poem in you…

You recite: not the feel…

I pray in hope…

You implore: not the dream…

I dream in smile…

You listen: not the sweetness…

I hold in faith…

You fathom: not the struggles…

I reach in you…

You arrive: not with the heart…

I reason in fairness…

You justice: not the blinded…

I AM GONE.... far away from me....

A new year of confrontation and confirmation, I am still searching for the perfect compromise. I stepped into the New Year with lots of aspirations and wishes but I feel like I am falling away from it. I am completely lost in my own world, which I have created. I am sheltering myself in the canopy of my own shadow and I am tethering with my fears and anxieties. Things look so bright and easy but the brightness of the world disappears with every thought and realization. Even my plight is tested at every step that falls in my path. I am so clueless and dangerously lost. I am so deep down confused with every single thing that I owe. Fears have started creeping in my mind and it is all that matters for, at the moment. And the moment is everlasting and never-ending. I can’t just stay calm and breathe long. It just doesn’t seem to happen with me. Sometimes I get over-excited and go aboard with my emotions and make stupid mistakes or silly acts which I repent afterwards. I look so much of a nerd and yet I feel too energized to be a nerd. I have absolutely no idea what phase of life I am going through. Maybe I am just over-expressing but I am not. Maybe I am just too worried about everything but I have nothing much to worry about. It can be case of acute understanding but how acute can acute be? Right now, I am feeling like a down-trodden girl writing a pre-suicide note. Omg, how can I be so insane about myself? 

I am gone… far away from myself…..

WITHERED....

Excepting you, 

                     I am all fred from miseries.....

underlining you,

                  I am all set to stand tall...

Believing you,

                I am lost...

forgeting you,

                 I am finding myself...

FILTHY AWESOME....

Guess it winds back to time...
when i stood full with lime...
it was just yesterday in a line...
i was less scattered with the dime...
it was more of the words and the word...
my eyes read sentences of that cord...
despairing the clock that clicked...
i sat wavering the pages while it blinked...
devouring cups and extra cup of coffees...
i gulped down the caffeine on my tees...
i smelled the filth of a wrecked insomniac...
despite the fact that i perfumed my nocturniac...
least i caught the pages of words in flames...
i gripped the tails of numbers in trembles....
i wrote a letter instead of letters...
so i scored a number instead of numbers...
the oil from my cheeks shone with guilt...
and i succumbed to the thought of that tilt...
they say the show must go on...
and they tell that  i must not con...
there is a but after that sentence...
that i mustn't show my pretense...
I dwell in my worth...
and I dim in my growth...
life is but a river of might and glow...
papers are the rocks that test the flow...
i am but the navigator of my ship...
and ever i will sail in my rift...

NerdsVs Jocks.... (walk as a commis)...

The real event unfolded with much surprise and excitement. well, not actually for me, as i hardly came to feel the excitement of the guest arriving due to my confinement within the walls of the pastry kitchen.
It was day of some truth and a moment of some baking, which i delivered without hesitance. Pre-event, i was assigned as the person in-charge of the amuse busch but that did not happen coz i was so enrolled in the pastry making that my chef thought i suit there. well, there wasnt much a choice either!!!!!!!!

THE CENTER PIECE THAT STOLE THE LIME LIGHT...

THE PASSPORT FOR THE EVENT.....

THE FIRST MOCK-TAIL...

CRUNCHY BREAD SERVED RIGHT AFTER SETTLEMENT...

THE MAIN COURSE...

THE SECOND MOCK-TAIL...

THE TRIO DESSERT....

CHOCOLATE MOUSEE

LICKING IN CHOCOLATE....

I had all the fun doing it especially the Chocolate Mouse where i was busy digging my finger in the melted chocolate. An AWESOME feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

lauren Weisbeger....

I am dumfounded  by the words that i read...

these series is freaking awesome..

well, it has everything to do with woman and their women...

friends of age that stands at every bend in the road...

mens of limit that dares to cross that limit...

foes of friends who fall with every rumor they spark...

families of ties that never break with time...

employers of time that break with every joint...

they are a tale told by many but listened by few...

they are women who have thronged among the crowd...

but the crowd never turned to acknowledge its mass...

it is heartening to hear you cry...

and smile between those tears...

women of age.... you are of age now!

DID I? / AM I?

Did I see you walking down the street?
Or was I looking at you running away from me?

Did I see you turning round the bend in the road?
Or am I seeing you escaping from the bend in the road?

Did I watch you leaving my world so cold?
Or am I watching you making my world so cold?

Did I watch you blocking my view from you?
Or was I watching you blocking your view from me?

Did I hear that you are breaking your promise?
Or am I hearing that you made me break your promise?

Did I tell you that I am lost when I look into your eyes?
Or am I telling you that I am lost when I don’t get lost in your eyes?

NERDS Vs JOCKS....

                                              THE POSTER LOOK... ( PROMOTION TICKET)

                                              THE THEME ON SPECKY BRAINS...

A LESSON BEFORE DYING…. (Earnest Gaines)

I WAS NOT THERE, yet I was there. No, I did not go to the trail, I did not hear the verdict, because I knew all the time what it would be. Still, I was there. I was there as much as anyone else was there.

“Gentlemen of the jury, look at him-look at him-look at this. Do you see a man sitting here? I ask you, I implore, look carefully-do you see a man sitting here? Look at the shape of this skull, this face as flat as the palm of my hand-look deeply into those eyes. Do you see a modicum of intelligence?

In the world, where black and white are not just two colors but the color of humiliation and superiority. No black could ever dare to bare their strength even when justice landed in the wrong chord. A black must die even though he is just a witness to the death of whites. He will not die a peaceful death but of torment and screams and of sure electrocution. It’s not an honorable death when he is described as a HOG laid to rest.

Nobody can save him so he saves himself by accepting his fate and shuns away from the life that he was so passionate for. Neither a tear nor a sweat can beat his hard decision and so writhes in his curse of being born black.
Half torn and completely broken, he awaits his doomsday with valor for his godmother. He stays strong for the fear that sweeps his scattered heart. He promises to leave the dark cell with a smile and a spit instead of tears. Tears have dried long ago when he surmises the reason for the tears that flowed from his godmother’s eyes…

 P.S...... A lesson before dying:
Understand the simple heroism if resisting- and defying- the expected.
Be strong and die with valor!

RAIN OF SOUNDS....

When the rain tips toe on the bars…

I hear a clutter of sound in my ears…

The rumble on the roof top…

The scream of the lost cop…

 The feet off the abandoned road…

The fleet of the crowded load…

 The curse of a squeezed fowl…

The wish of a lonesome soul…

 The roar of the mighty thunder…

The bark of the dog that surrender…

The meow of the cat that squinter …

 The wail of the wolf in rows…

The moo of the milking cows…

 The gush of the angry river…

The fist of the slow server …

 The sway of the branches…

The throbbing of the crutches…

 The croak of the dancing frog…

The silence of the floating fog…

The flapping of the penguins…
The slashing of the mannequins…

The closing of the shutters…

The gossip that mutters…

The yawn of the sleepy mouth…

The scent of rain travelling south…

The glance of you before me…

The sting of you mumble bee…

The brisk flicker of my eyelashes…

The leisure appearance of my blushes…

The laughter of my mates…

The silence of their fates…
The cry of happiness…
The smile of lazyness…
The dip of the rain drops...
On the leaves of the tree tops..