careless whisper...

For all those moments

of my cryptic silence...

frustration...

n a sense of indifference...

my breathlessness...

eccentricity...

anger...my unendurable moodiness

unreasonable solitude...

storming passions...tenacious foible

n the pegasus in me ....

BREWED wid

that caressing smile of yours...

a shoulder which I could always lean on...

an unassailable patience....

the care..the concern I craved for....

for that subtle presence...

and moments which I will cherish forever....

For being wat u were n what u are...for making me feel so elysian....

n for understanding me more n more n more.....

and today before u ask me...lemme tell u..

our friendship means to me one of the best assets I could ever wish or dream for ...

and acknowledge it isnt just friendship but a little bit more....

uncanny psyche...

Its orphic to delve deep into one's nous.Remarkably protean,one simply marvels at the pulchritude with which it portrays the quintessence of wit.A ravine of abstruse emotions and a revelry of elysian serenity...it in essence is sphinx-like,a gallimaufry of sublime sentiments and sylvan thoughts.At times its too sinewy to allow blues more than a sojourn(i.e it seems to)but introspecting deep one gets to explore the mawkish aspect of it..lying latent.

Neither facile nor stolid,this aesthetic diadem of one's persona is the perfect alcove to moot....an aegis against the mundane miasma and the matrix of innovation...apogee of the maverick in it.Its an embodiment of temerity..bonafide..sui generis....the ultimate unassailable asset that life could ever gift.... in this memorable odyssey.

one love...

Steering life gets harder amidst crusades of emotions but when it comes to the strongest feeling as ever...surrender's no ignominy and thoughts are rendered pristine.The drive's involuntary.Love's a farrago of myriad feelings like...admiration...exasperation...respect...possession...passion...felicity...grief...reminiscences n above all an understanding.Its in essence an austere verity...unison of minds n concoction of hearts.

Its weird to find people cogitating over such an ubiquitous reality and strange's heart when such wandering souls fail to empathize at such cross roads of their life.

For all those hardnosed psyches cornered between beleiving and accepting love....Shakespeare voices the most subtle way:

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. "

Does this suffice for an honest confession ?

Melting Moments...

An evening in CCD isnt bad for all those souls having treasured moments over a cup of coffee brewed with an appealing soft music.May sound weird for the introvert in me who dares think beyond the realm of possibilities....but my idea of bliss amidst such a melange of emotions would be......spending some time for myself diving into self introspections.

It may seem nugatory for all those busy individuals who believe in surviving rather than living but CCD isnt just the hub for all those gals n guys advocating "partying" or "freakouts" or for those soulmates having cherished memories....but for also those rookies in life understanding it better.Its one of those berths where people around you are too occupied to meddle in your thoughts.. as they term it "minding their own business" which augments imagination growing wild at times and accepting realities pacifying the storm within.

Its enigmatic but I do find silence amidst such melodious cacophony....having some of the beautiful figments of imagination..weaving dreams wild eyed.....purple ruminations....blues uncalled for....and more crucially KNOWING MYSELF.

For mortals who have reasons n who havent either to have such melting moments .....just remember "anything can happen over a cup of coffee" .

Rhythm Divine...

Its recondite penning down emotions n expressions but certain chords rise from being just strings to euphonius ruminations...

This is dedicated to all those individuals who havent just moulded or made a difference in my thinking...but also brought in me a stunning renaissance.

RENDITIONS OF A HEART


"Papa kehte hain"...................................Rising sun in d horizon.

"Tujhse naaraz nahin zindagi"..............Scintilatting rays of the night's marvel.

"Phoolon ka taron ka"............................The root of success branching motivation.

"Aaj humne dil ka har"...........................A step ahead exploring challenging heights.

"Hum rahein yaa na rahein kal"........... No strings attached.

"Yaaron"...................................................Rainbow in d Infinite.

"Zara Zara"............................................. Figment of a beautiful imagination

M.A.T.R.I.X # 6

Here I take a hiatus and come up with something thats sanguine and lively...and quite unlike me....jeopardising my mellifluos acknowledgements to the P.E.N.T.A.C.L.E plumage ;)


N.B: All characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.


THE PATH OF NEO

CAST OVERVIEW:

Neo Sophy
Trinity Ency
Morpheus Simp
Tank Gen
Oracle Seren
Apoc Be
Agent Smith Sa

GENRE: fictional sci-fi
LANGUAGE: English
RUNTIME:10 mins

The voyage begins...

An instant coded message from a remote host(Apoc) pops up in Neo's Gtalk.Trojan virus interrupts before any other nexus was possible with the source code...ActiveX and Boot virus creeps into MATRIX # 6....CRASH!!!!!

A software personnel by profession....with cryptology as passion...Neo finds herself disturbed contemplating about the cryptic code...trying to decode but in vain..."THE MATRIX LEADS YOU" and "*%^&*($#@" comes d sms....Apoc reconnects.This leads Neo to MATRIX#T where she meets Trinity....who is well aware of all the intriguing questions boggling Neo at present.Back to d realm...Gtalk signed in...

* * * * * * * * * * *

anBm.serv.exe files corrupt
APPLICATION ERROR

At Deathvalley the nextday,Neo receives a call from Morpheus to join her at a rendezvous in Linux kernel....n on her way back she is accosted by Agent Brown and is forced to go against Morpheus...on refusing this...a robotic virus is programmed in her brain...supposed to behave the anti MATRIX# 6 way.....

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Missed call from Morpheus........SHIT!!!!

Neo wakes up...is accompanied by Trinity to d shell...having d virus removed.Morpheus explains Neo her reason for being in d MATRIX...asks her to choose between ESC and ENTER....

E N T E R

Neo wakes up to find herself equipped with all d codes for all kinds of interfaces n environments....programs uploaded....equipped to face insinuations widout emotions...

CODE DECODED

Oracle is contacted....Neo,Trinity and Morpheus meet her in her apartment...code crosschecked....Neo seeks oracle's suggestions in revealation of the truth...only to be prognosticated that the "future is transparent n She's the ONE".....

The group enters MATRIX #6 ....Tank consulted....program coded...virus embedded...that which can corrupt files of any type and system accessed frm anywhere n everywhere........Tank executes it......n then the attachment sent.....firewalls turned off....virus infringement....

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

BUZZ!!!Program successfull..Neo wakes up to find her monitor flickering.....lines of streaming green code............."Is She the ONE?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Shut down the monitor yaar....kal raat se switched on hai"

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......