This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “Truth is stranger than fiction”
Is truth absolute or relative ?
Is truth what you hear or what you see?
Truth alters with time , metamorphoses through minds
TRUTH ; it’s in the very trice…
FICTION ; I cut it slice by slice…
I state my past as facts,as truth ,but future floats as a fiction,
truth reins me , I restrain the fiction,
but fiction should make sense ,means truth can be nonsensical
or is it so paradoxical?
FICTION : I mold it as per my comfort
I hold it ,erase it, shipshape it~~ till my hoggish heart surfeits,
till my overtaxed reflexes, relaxes,
It’s like a twilight that enhances every junction,
it’s my creation with core conviction
TRUTH: I tried to mold it ,manipulate it,
but it outshone with poise,
it tunneled through and through,
I had obstinately no choice..
Truth is in the mother -child bond,
It’s in the scare of being forlorn..
Truth could be found in the gleam of the little girl’s eyes
When she holds tightly her favorite toys..
It disencumbers , sets me free,
I close my eyes , still I can see..
Truth is self -sustained ,no pillars,no foundation
it’s beyond words ,hitherto has no description
TRUTH really is strange , stranger than FICTION…..
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Physically torn out , psychologically blazing he lay down in a dark room struggling with the pricks as he inhales and with the twitches as his lungs are squeezed ..
He was missing something which had been his loyal consort in the moments of celebrations and flashes of remorsefulness. But in a jiffy when his acumen took the reigns he laughed out loud narcissistically .. He was able to hide one for himself from the White coat.
The logical head grumbled NO …
The emotional heart screamed YES …
The Heart voiced out – “I am the Majesty , I won the battle today .”Cheers “to my small victory.
He slowly slipped his hand under the bedcover to savor it’s feel between its fingers..That hit him right on the spot .It brought joy undefined to all his senses.Rolling between the fingers again and again he loved bringing it closer and closer. Within a gasp it was on his lips ..
He had always loved watching the flame spurt up ,loved the taste buds tickled by the paper ,loved having deep puffs and watching those white fumes forming circles in the oblivion ,loved the tobacco fumes travelling through his lungs, loved it’s warmth which slowly blazed him inside out…and now this love was tormenting him to the toes..
Last time .. Just one last time , the heart stood strong .. But this time the head came out to be even stronger and he threw away the cancer stick as far as he could …
Now the head voiced out with proud -I am the Majesty,I won the battle today and forever. “Cheers ” to my big victory…
Yes,today everyone around him were happy to see him win over his addiction.
DON’T LET YOUR LIFE BE DESTROYED LIKE THIS…
SAY A BIG NO TO SMOKING ,A BIG NO TO ANY ADDICTION
Stay safe ,stay healthy ,stay happy
Head over heart or heart over head,Both are yours ,you just have to keep them balanced…
Writing to me is
my world of imaginations coming true
conceptualization of the ideas with myriad hues
Exploring the untold world, creating the unknown universe
spurting volcanoes of heart ,oozing brainy swirls
creating new chapters,learning new lessons
relieving from apprehensions, discovering new dimensions
freedom of thoughts ,brush strokes of expressions
to create the characters and make them alive
dancing in harmony, Kathak,salsa or Jive
passionate romance , just a perfect stance
a satiating delicacy , an undefined intimacy
Hugging the unlimited sky, nestling the immeasurable earth
just like a mother after a child’s birth
a comedy,a tragedy,a mystery
painting sagas ,rewriting history
resurrecting the past ,rehashing the present, reshaping the future
recuperating my neurons ,synergizing my soul, for sure
the essence of life , is just so natural as a cherubic smile
an exact ODIZZEY ,come let’s walk down across the miles…….
she stirred her sack of memoirs, throbbed her veins
hammered,bored but all in vain…
Oh! She pondered .. He was that stranger with the roses
Who use to bow down to her, on the stairs of a public library,
and again a black curtain drops off,Self disdain…
Struggle restarts to whip the gray matter
Churned a lot , a lot re thought..
Never she gabbled with him, yet waylaid for Roses,
de perfecto routine within clocked hours…
Aah!! away it fades,again she was in a typical maze
but what happened to the stranger?she could not remember,
creeped in the same grief,into vapours her belief….
Asudden the doorbell rings,
The stranger with the roses, pings…
He smiled the way, he smiled the first day
hugged her ,kissed her …Red Roses for you,My dear…
No traces of flashback,
impervious was the redemption from oblivion ,
Who are you ?She asked quizzically..
He said “I am your husband ” not a stranger anymore..
Rehashing this line was his daily chores
He is a stranger for her from the moment
her head collided , her memory bleached…
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I woke up went to the bathroom and saw the mirror,harked back to the witching hour episode………
Dark bleak incredulous penumbra unnerved , benumbed the innards .. languidly, the glacial epoch within, disintegrated…..
Trepidation gradually hazed away ,
as she elucidated
last night’s icky epilogue..
Love vanquished love
crimson blotches on the floor…
No remorse, while she released his last breath
she conquered all her fears, her tears and
enbosomed SHE-cherub more closer.
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