it matters...

Sounding flippant and being hypocritic comes easy…the beguiling conceited self rules the attitude that one flaunts today…smiling…its no Herculean task keeping one’s lachrymose ,mawkish self in ambush with cheerfulness dictating the seemingly serene countenance…replacing the placid and poignant emotion within with a graceful phlegmatism…so deeply admired…simply because one doesn’t have to pay a price for dat...

Its perturbing when loneliness hurts…anger frustrates…CGPA mocks…dreams smirk…with expectations counting…aspirations striving...love blues...family woes…and unreasonable silence…success in abyss…obscure luck…insatiable desires…passions in a vortex…questioning erudition…pharaisical pragmatism…freakish idealism…confession’s rigmarole….the very soul’s innate drive…but still we find everyone prevaricating…"its cool".

Contemplating deep one realizes the snafu he is in…its too esoteric differentiating aims n accomplishments…too difficult understanding ourselves…what matters n what doesn’t...but the reality is...IT DOES…and dats d greatest veracity…

love actually...

It isnt just being with him.....walking towards the beauty of the evanescent rays of the sunset.....breathing the air redolent of autumn.....dreaming in the scintillating glint of the darkness.....feeling the zephyr caressing wanton thoughts.....or the quest to reach the impossible....marking the end of an eon's wait.....an epitaph epitomising moments beatific....

Its listening to his silence.....knowing his camouflaged self.....understanding the candour string rhyming in one's mind.....reading the calligraphic script of the heart......being lily to the sheen doyenne......prognosticating the precarious future in exuberance.....rising above the fetters of possession.....soaring freely in the welkin like a dove.....loving him As Ever.....

Its infact the renaissance of an insinuation to a beautiful reality....the corridor to thoughts austere and independent.....ruminations of the dulcet rhythm in one's life......

Love Actually....is a Stunning Serendipity.....a Confession to thyself.....

conflict submerged...

Life's an enigmatic odyssey....replete with a potpourri of emotions esoteric....a graffiti of pied sentiments.....sometimes the preamble to an admiration for the plenitude of happiness and victory....and sometimes a portent of the dark clouds camouflaging the sheen of the night queen...
















At many such destinations of my penegrination I find situations polemic....dont have the pluck to act dauntless....the placid poignancy in me striving for a harbor....a clash of the titans....mind or the heart....

A poseur or a freethinker.....prevaricate for a good cause or stand firm with d truth....a heretic or a plebian....live life on my own terms or get ruled with the expectations of loved ones.....for the soulmate in my friend or d friend in my love.....diplomacy or brazen audaciousness....pride or the prejudice....science or literature....Cordelia or Miranda....career or.....et al

Mind's pragmatic....Heart's beautiful....One teaches to comprehend the world and another comprehends me....mind dives deep discovering harsh realities....heart discovers the happiness,wanes blues...heart's the disciple to the preacher in my mind but dreams are no slave to realities.....mind prognosticates.....acts....heart prays n waits.....mind's the prefatory octet to a decision and heart the embodiment of my idiosyncrasy I value the most......

Life's a travesty when I find this tycoon turning frantic.....annihilation ubiquitous in my soul......seeking d truce.....my solitude turns my best friend....contemplating "read my mind or listen to my heart".......U have an answer for this?

with love...

The silence of the dark night sings to me the most melodious rhythm.....and my solitude offers a solace so elysian.Purple has begun to dictate my blues ...with this heart of mine seeking refuge in his beautiful mind...

Its no childhood fantasy...nor the usual reverie am speaking of today.For the convivial girl in me...it always seemed abstract and my idiosyncrasies never just let my heart get ruled.Many friendships lived....none I met ignited in me a passion so seraphic.Feelings i jeered at terming them quixotic had begun to speak.The inteligence i craved for....the assertiveness i pined for....the indomitable confidence he postured....and above all an understanding so strikingly terrific bridging all gaps seemed to juxtapose perfectly with d schmaltzy innocence in me.

I had woken up to a new dawn.....embracing an emotion as fresh as the morning dew...his presence filling all voids....a prelude to a thinking so ''different'' in me....all woes deafened......desires rendered divine....

No promises to be kept.....no vows of fidelity to b shared......neither any lonely moment to cherish...... nor any fetters of commitment left unbroken...

This laconic hypocrite in me acquisces the untrodden path to b taken with d most beautiful emotion......love.... in her heart forever......