A whirpool of blues...

Walking on a foggy mornin',

I look around;

A mirage of faces

A face stares back at me

Brown eyes lit with fire.

Relationship phobia or escapism?

I would like to begin with a few questions to all: First, Of late, do you resist going for hanging out session or a drink with your buddies? If yes, then, what are the million dollar excuses you have given? Second, if you do meet an interesting guy in a party, what is your initial reaction? And if he approaches you, do you step back and refuse politely or rudely ask him to back off? Most likely, you would retreat to the shadows, stand in a corner, nursing a drink alone, gazing longingly at your friends enjoying themselves.

Its not like you hate socialising, but you have just come out of a bitter break off. It gets worse, if you are emotionally-strung too. It happens to the best of people after all, we all are sensitive human beings and can get affected by breakups. It really does not matter how long your relationship lasted. But, the moments itself can take you to a fantastic high and bring you crashing.

Each time, a breakup can leave you sour and make you rethink on entering a relationship again. For some people, its far easier to get over a guy named 'loser' and move on to a 'much better' guy (as named by us). Sadly for some, it can turn them relationship phobic. It means that they would envy their friends having a partner, but would hate having one. This is the side they would portray to their friends or potential dates. They would try to turn off everyone who wanted them to date.

I would hate labelling them 'relationship-phobic', would rather put it as 'once bitten, twice shy!' ;)

I, Me, Myself...

I, Me, Myself...

Is that we are today?

A clash of egos, a bundle of complexes

Is that all we have to show?

To the world today, we are humanity...

But in our conscience,

We are perpetrators of innocent souls.

Our religion has changed...

Nuclear weapons and Ak 47s – the new Gods.

Mass destruction, our youth's motto.

Children play more with ammunition...

That's what they are given at birth.

Jehad, holy war is the name given to all atrocities,

Where are our ethics & morals?

Trudging across landscapes dotted with warfields and burials for the dead;

With

At crossroads of time

So many thoughts engulf me,

Scare me, put my wits on edge.

Fears of the unknown plague a wounded soul,

Hungry, wild thoughts gnaw, threaten to break the mind's equilibrium.

Breathing raggedly, the heart thumps wildly at the doors,

Wet palms, trembling fingers shake a glass of water,

Setting in motion the vibrations at the surface.

Bubbling from within, crosscurrents of feelings

Raising goosebumps,

Frayed nerves reach a boiling point,

Convection currents cause the uppermost calm to sink,

Innermost turmoil bubbles over, spills, scalds the thin skin of emotions

Scarring mind, body and soul!

Years pass by, 

Scars darkened by the volcanic lava of emotional outbursts, turn numb

Dead skin gives way to new skin cells

Ugly, old scars buried.

Happiness resonates in a love-starved soul.

Wind chimes ringing in the chambers of the heart

Soulful music ensconces, encompasses, engulfs the body,

Sweet melody whispers in the ear, 

Passing by like a flutter in the wind, 

A breeze laced with the fragrance of nectar, 

drugs me into a soulless sleep.

Shakespeare and love...

'What' and ‘if’ two words as non-threatening as words come. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life... (Film: Letters To Juliet)