Tushar Mandhan

India

Chasing dreams
Milestones to be achieved.
Hopeless romantic
Libra
'illegitimi non carborundum'
'I wanna fly,
I wanna run,
I wanna fall,
but I don't wanna stop.'
I'm baring my soul to listen whispers of gray skies

Message from Writer

Just like Lord Voldemort's horcruxes, some parts of my soul are in my works.
-Me
I'm letting life hit me until it gets tired, the I'm gonna hit back. It's a classic rope-a-dope.
-La La Land
I figure life's gift and I don't intend on wasting it.
-Titanic

Published Work

Take me to stars


oh lord! I have a soul,
but today it died.

no fire burnt it,
nor did any weapon snip it.
no air withered it,
nor any water diluted it.
it dripped from my heart because
someone shattered it into pieces.
it deliquescent my brain as 
a thought was infecting it.
my soul left me because 
my body wasn't mine anymore.

oh lord! I had a soul,
pure and innocent.
for long i protected it 
but i couldn't help today 
when the locks rusted.
i've heard of your greatest
from every atom in the world.
if my soul is a star in the sky,
then please take me there
before it shoots down.

 

When he loves you two


Sorry I know it's late! :p
It's a sequel to 'when he loves you' which was inspired by Samina's 'When she loves you' and also check out it's sequel 'When she loves you 2'

8. He knows your smell....yes! Don't underestimate the power of fragrance. When you walk past him, he wraps himself around your smell.....nahh...more like he takes a deep breath to absorb the molecules that have evaporated from your body. 
9. He can spend hours talking to your photograph appreciating your smile, nose, eyes, teeth, ears, or maybe just staring if he has a photo which I'm sure, is saved in a special folder in his phone/laptop.
10. He doesn't care if you look a mess! Remember 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran, it's true! If he really loves you, you're beautiful to him even if you borrow some clothes from Lady Gaga's closet :P And he thinks he does not deserve you because you're an angel.
11....

When he loves you


The piece is inspired from Samina's FACTS THAT A GIRL LIKES YOU

1. His boy friends will make fun of him in front of you or would try to put him down. Yeah, boys are not like girls that they would help you impress your crush/love. They won't!
2. Ahhh...the weird staring! It isn't romantic, movies exaggerate it. IRL it's more of creepy but boys do that.
3. He will try everything that you like. No matter what! Even if he doesn't has any idea about what you're talking about, still he can write an essay about it...that's a gift that we have! He would love to share your hobbies, interests, favourites etc. and for that he might question you directly or your friends.
4. There's definitely going to be a nick name or code name for you that he'd use with his friends.
5. He tends to be clumsy when with you and please don't laugh at that time...

toxic immunity #126


immune my body against these nosocomial pathogens,
cleanse my tissues from the infection they've caused,
save my cells from these metastasised devils.

operate on my brain but don't wash it white,
remove the tumour and stitch my skin with fibula.
my limbs feel numb; say it's because of anaesthesia,
'cause i'm afraid of post-operatve dyskinesia.
my eyes are too sensitive to light and too poor to see in dark;
buoyant rays burn my tears and promises trigger my fears.

let the adrenaline rush in my veins as my arteries are blocked.
let me breathe carbon; my lungs are prepared for holocaust,
but i won't bleed to life because my blood has rusted.

peel off my skin and you'll find I'm just like you 
don't show mercy then, karma will strike you.

 

Khajuraho| #ekphrasis[2] |#proud


एकोहं बहुस्याम

i'm made of stardust mixed with nectar.
i didn't fall like icarus,
nor was i dragged to heaven.
some say my life itself is a sin,
because i'm personification of untouchable love.
i exhale poison and expectorate curse,
i inhale blasphemy and my blood taints the terrain
but it doesn't make me less of a god's creation.
"go find love" god whispered to me before 
i slid down the turf on a rainbow.
my tears found their place on skies to guide
those who are lost in the fatal attractions of the world.
i whittle away in the echoes of credulity.

वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम्

if i'm darkness then i add meaning to light.
i'm not privileged to smear my family honour,
but i'm doomed to my own love.
i'm made of stardust mixed with nectar,
doesn't it make me your reflection?
 

Black swan


i wish life was simple,
simple like anatomy of a roach 
and i were a dandelion seed;
floating free in the god's breath.

i wish i were nocturnal,
then at least I'd find life in iniquity.
i wonder if i follow the polaris,
would i find god or questions in the end.

i'm stuck in a void,
but
please don't 
RESCUE 
me...
I want to stay alone.

i wish i were crowd,
standing out is a fatal attraction.

is solitary a side effect of love?
my life is black swan.


 

'I knew you were trouble' by Shakespeare


Once upon a timeth
a few mistakes ago
i wast in thy sights
thee did get me high-lone
thee hath found me *3
i guesseth thee didn't careth
and i guesseth i did like yond
and at which hour i hath fallen hard
thee tooketh a stepeth backeth
without me *3
and that gent's longeth gone
at which hour that gent's next to me
and i realizeth
the censure is on me
'cause i kneweth thee w're ado at which hour thee hath walked in
so shame on me anon
did fly me to places i'd nev'r been
'til thee putteth me down, oh
i kneweth thee w're ado at which hour thee hath walked in
so, shame on me anon
did fly me to places i'd nev'r been
anon i'm lyin' on the bitter cold hard did grind
oh, oh
ado, ado, ado
oh, oh
ado, ado, ado
nay apologies
that gent'll nev'r seeth thee caterwauling
pretendeth that gent...

I wrote this and now I don't know what to do!

What should I tell you about him?
I remember how his tanned skin shined under the dusking sun. How his beady eyes looked at me while his harmonious touch tried to explore every inch of my body. I still giggle thinking about our articulate yet incomprehensive conversations. I can hear the echo of his laughs in gust of winds from the east....
Should I start from our first kiss or the struggle before that kiss? Should I explain what falling love feels like or what going away from that love feels like? I know nothing.....but just love and that's what matters.
 

don't pluck the flower


tegan is a normal boy, so we won't talk about him. the protagonist of our story is duncan.
where should i start from...yeah......duncan was born on...nah...you don't need to know that. then maybe i should describe his eyes; his deep dark eyes but there wasn't anything poetic about them. only if i could describe to you his smile but it wasn't as joyful. our story is set in summer when he used to shave off his head, so can't appreciate his hair but you should know that he was on cusp of manhood. maybe that's all you need to know about him, except he is tegan's cousin.
it was a lazy sunny day, something that draculas hate (no we don't have a dracula in our story, it's a metaphor). the birds were singing songs for their longed lovers, caterpillars were stuffing their bodies to metamorphosize and cactus were sitting still in duncan's grandma's balcony, who of course was tegan's grandmother...

Playwriting Competition 2020

Stardust



Scene 1
Act 1
Scene: There's mountains with trees and river in the background. A few bushes and shrubs line the sides. Birds are chirping and there are occasional sounds of insects and roars.
Spotlight falls on a young woman, NATURE, dressed in colourful mock neck zentai suit, who is lying on her stomach. She lifts her head and trunk as music begins to play.

NATURE looks around eagerly and after hearing a roar, she smiles. Then she stands up and starts to rotate at an angle of 90 degree and with rotation, she gracefully moves her arms and by the end of rotation, her right hand is pointing above at the sun and the left hand is pointing below at the land/stage on opposite sides. She then completes her rotation with another 270 degree with her arms accompanying her movement. She then spreads her arms, moves them like a wave and hugs herself. She again spreads her arms sideways and two men dressed as...

toxic immunity #126


immune my body against these ugly pathogens,
cleanse my tissues from the infection they've caused,
save my cells from the these metastasised devils.

operate my brain but don't wash it white,
remove the tumour but don't leave the dust bite.
my limbs feel numb; say it's because of anaesthesia,
just say 'cause i'm afraid it's due to dyskinesia.
my eyes are too sensitive to light and too poor to see in dark;
buoyant rays burn my tears and promises trigger my fears.

let the adrenaline rush in my veins as my arteries are blocked,
let me breathe carbon, my lungs are prepared for holocaust
but i won't bleed to life because my blood has rusted,

peel off my skin and you'll find I'm just like you 
don't show mercy then, karma will strike you.

 

What else| #ollie1stcomp

Darkness surrounds me.
Anxiety hunts me down.
Fear follows me wherever I go,
What else do you want to know?

There's nothing left.
I've lost everything in a stupid quest.
Marigolds are weed to me,
What else do you need?

I know, there's no turning back.
Too late to find that I've lagged.
But memories don't leave me,
What else will it take to heal me?

Dreams are just a clever cage.
I'd be forgotten as one turns the page.
I'm opaque, untouched by rays,
What else should I say?

There's still a star in me, 
Shining brightly.
Just waiting for dawn to rise,
What else do you mean by life.

Love is an astute exile #inQuarantine3 |#hopecontest1 |#1stChallenge


sunshine reflected in my eyes,
as breeze brought life.
we were a foot apart but still 
were separated by miles.
dust kissed your face,
when we drove through the trail.
your hairs tried to catch the wind,
but sooner they tangled me.
we rushed.......we paused....
we blushed.......we explored...
within those ten minutes,
we lived ten lives.

my eyes followed your lead,
you were just a wish, don't know
when you became my need.
we both were travellers with 
parallel paths and separate aims.
even if the journey never ended,
it wouldn't reduce the pain.
hope someday, we'd cross our ways.
we loved....we met......

we hugged....we regret....
in those seven years,
we made memories of a lifetime.


the sun still goes up when the 
moon goes down.
the breeze still brings the dust of life,
but now you feel just a foot apart
though you are miles away, my heart.
we evolve and we change but
love is all that remains.
regrets are hibiscus,...

toxic immunity #126


immune my body against these ugly pathogens,
cleanse my tissues from the infection they've caused,
save my cells from the these metastasised devils.

operate my brain but don't wash it white,
remove the tumour but don't leave the dust bite.
my limbs feel numb; say it's because of anaesthesia,
just say 'cause i'm afraid it's due to dyskinesia.
my eyes are too sensitive to light and too poor to see in dark;
buoyant rays burns my tears and promises triggers my fears.

let the adrenaline rush in my veins as my arteries are blocked,
let me breathe carbon, my lungs are prepared for holocaust
but i won't bleed to life because my blood has rusted,

peel off my skin and you'll find I'm just like you 
don't show mercy then, karma will strike you.

 

I want to live life


I always meet people who ask me,
"Why the hell do you write?"
"Why do you waste your time reading novels?"
and of course,
"You wanna be an actor to impress girls?"
Well, I don't have answers to their questions,
because they're comments...
They end with full stops, not with question marks.

But why do I love art?
Is it because I love million dollar bills?
But so many great artists died poor. Economically.
Is it because it helps me heal?
But death and love always hurt. Even in literature.

Why do I love art?

 need
         to 
              answer 
                    it.
Because I love listening to stories
of life.
of people who are lost in the maze of life.
of incidents that I won't live long enough to experience.
I read to learn.
I read to live.
I write to...

when my haemoglobin rusts |#champion |#contest_13 prompt 5


i don't know if i love the canopy of God's umbrella 
more than the vanity of metropolis, that one day
would fall when my haemoglobin rusts.
breathing soil crystallises with my delicate touch,
mustard pods mature with my adrenaline rush.

i know there's a spark in me but is it burning my 
thoughts into ashes or flaring my hopes to fight
the world when my haemoglobin rusts.
everyone admires moon's borrowed charm that
breaks lucid dreams and hides the craters.

these beautiful ghosts who hide in cracked walls
and their tears stain the marble floor would
disappear in memories when my haemoglobin rusts.
though my eyes reflect their spirited days, my feet 
falter when i try to walk on their domains.

does the earth follow me to my room or is it
the smoke gifted by the steel livestock that
would depurate when my haemoglobin rusts.
my heart sinks in the marsh of fervent believes,
can the strings of copper protect me?

are the...

Please take this....poll

So I know that I'm very late because I was busy working on my album and short film......(*sorry*) Here's the thing, I want to participate in K-9crazy's #champion contest but I'm confused which piece I should submit. So please help me with a poll. Here are the pieces that I ave shortlisted-
When my haemoglobin rusts
Grandma you had promised me
Action is no stranger than flower
Love is an astute exile
Four hundred stabs
I'd really appreciate your help.
Thanks!

Oxytocin, an album announcement maybe?

Namaste!
(*Yay! I wanted to say it so badly*)
So if you know me for long enough, you might remember most of my earliest pieces were songs. I sent one of them to Poseidon records for some suggestions......their words really encouraged me to write more and not to forget your constant support. So lately, I utilised the lockdown and learnt to play 'City of stars' on piano......I thought why not write my own music. So in this post I gonna talk about an album that I'm calling 'Oxytocin.' 
I don't know if I'd continue it but still here's some of the songs that I've written-
1. Taylor Swift
Her first song was 'Tim McGraw' because she adored his music. In my case she's the one who inspired me to write songs at first place. The song is about how we'd react to Taylor' music after breakup because she introduced me to her music via 'I know you were trouble' song. ...

This is what you came for #quick


This is what you came for.
Heartbreak,
when there was no love.
But now's clear that we're
not made for each other.
So, let's wear sweatpants
and burn up the dance floor.
'Cause baby,
This is what you came for.
 

Grandma, you had promised me #Samina50 #hopecontest2

Grandma, you had promised me
you'd be here when clouds weep. 
When I'd be afraid from thunderstorms,
you would wrap me in your arms.
But I can't see you, near or far.
Sun has hid behind the clouds,
I'm feeling alone in the crowd.

Grandma, you had promised me
you'd be here when I want tea.
Mum only serves milk twice a day,
which you know I hate to taste.
It's good for health; mum explains.
I have drunk half the cup,
one more sip is hard to engulp.

Grandma, you had promised me
you'd be here when I achieve something.
You'd cook my favourite pancakes,
and allow me to have with your lemon pickle,
that will make me smack my lips and whistle.
I'd help you make rice pudding,
just thinking about that time is so alluring.

Grandma, you had promised me
you'd me here when I need you.
Whenever I'd feel sad and alone,
I could always come...

The one at the Central Park concert| F.R.I.E.N.D.S Season 1| Fan Fiction| #Samina50


Monica is in the kitchen, cleaning the counters while Rachel is sleeping on the couch with a magazine covering her face. Phoebe is applying paint polish on her nails when Joey walk in the apartment.
"You won't believe what happened today." Joey said as he was gasping.
"You found my grandma with an oldman?" Phoebe asked.
"Wait,why would that be unbelievable?" Monica said, rubbing a stain on refrigerator.
"Because I never saw her with an old man in my entire life. She's kinda allergic..." Phoebe was explaining to Monica when Joey interupts her, "Guys, I got a job that matches my persona."
"Job? What?" Phoebe said and she and Monica burst into laughter.
"What's s so funny?" Joey asked.
"Remember last time when you got a job that matches you persona was as Al Pacino's butt." Phoebe said.
"And then you became the first butt to get fired from a film." Monica added.
"This time, it's more serious." Joey replied.
"Oh!...

Please read these very boring answers to your questions :P


Hey! Hi! Hello! Wassup!
So a few days ago I posted a piece calling y'all to ask me some questions and now it's time to post the answers. But before that I have another query. Do you remember I posted another piece a few days ago, asking for suggestions for my short film. Okay....so I wanted to make it feel like a one-shot film (e.g. 1917) but I thought has stuck my mind. I feel like that it's a love letter to cinema. Cinema that I fell in love with. No CGI. No superheroes. No over the top action. I think it be better to have it in black and white with retro background score and of course that one shot thing. What do you think? Comment down below. But for now, let's get started-

Drishti Bhatia
one thing that you like and one that you hate about India.
I love the people and nature. I think everyone would agree. ...

Lovers don't cross the stars


3 years ago I crossed path with a stranger,
unintentionally.
I had no desire to start a journey,
nor I had any destination.
I think it was my destiny,
no...
It was my foolishness.
nevermind,
it was just another turn on that road.
Nothing special about it except 
now that I look back,
it's the epicentre of my problems.
It was where I met her.
Our paths crossed,
for a second only.
But that second changed my codons.
She became my journey, she became
my destination.
Most people call the journey love,
but I call it bait.
Most people call the destination 
Tryst,
but I call it is trap.
I hope that turn had a sign which read
'lovers don't cross the stars.'
I think it had but I ignored it.



 

If I could make you laugh then ask me some questions :p


Since I'm stuck with writer's' block and everyone is stuck in quarantine, I thought of having a fun Q 'n' A. Please comment anything or everything. I don't care if it makes sense or not, as long as it is a question. I don't mind personal question as well. But yeah, don't ask me my favourites but it's very common and I can't pick one because I'd feel bad for the remaining, so basically I don't have any favourites :p
I got it, here' the deal; I'll tell you a joke and you'll me a question. So here are a few jokes-

Boy- I love you
Girl- Awww....Can you be the moon in my life.
Boy-  Yeah!!! Sure...
Girl- Then stay 9,995,887.6 kms away from me

Emma- what do you think about our love?
Daniel- Count the stars in the sky.
Emma- Aww..that's infinite!
Daniel- no it's waste of time.

Me to my heart- Why I can't sleep at night? ...

Title required!!

Hi there,
So lately I've been working on a short film. The plot basically revolves around two strangers meeting on a rainy night; a guy who had his first day at medical school and a girl who had her last day at same medical school. They both missed the bus and the road was blocked by rains. So, a policeman suggests them to go to downtown through the old park that earlier used to be a concert hall where the guy's parents met and then a park where the girl spent her childhood. Eventually they reach downtown and decide to have a coffee. At coffee house, the girl meets her boyfriend with whom she had a fight earlier that day but they get back together after a brief conversation that we cannot hear because the film seems like a shot film (you'll get to know the scene in screenplay). In the end, the guy and the girl both leave for...

A rant because I'm too lazy to make coffee


I can hear the whispers 
in streets when I pass.
I am one of the prisoners,
in the cage of your heart.
So, don't you dare tell me 
what I can,
                 what I can't
                                    what I am.

'Cause what you hear
when you're healed,
and
love has been killed
is voices of all deprived.
Too loud to be heard,
too bright to be seen,
too dead to live and
too ignored to exist.
                               
                                                      

 

An Artist


Bollywood wouldn't be same again.

A paradigm.
An artist.
A family man.

Film industry wouldn't be same again.

Camera has lost a pixel,
Screenplay has lost its character,
Director has lost the direction,
just because we have lost a great actor.

Charming personality,
inspiring life and 
an innocent smile.

The world wouldn't be same again.




 

Four hundred stabs #30Why Should we change?

Four hundred stabs in the heart of democracy,
Shattered our souls and your hypocrisy.
I guess you're still unaware of that.
I guess you're still wishing for a combat.
The long roads to nowhere,
Are a result of your despair.

Hey you! Four hundred stabs are not enough
To make you listen to our soughs.
How far will you go with your cruelty?
But you're evil, can't expect humanity.
We all are humans, when will you understand it,
And it is okay not to agree at everything.
Don't have the right to kill,
You can't sell those sick pills.
Your politics won't work anymore,
Has said the burning corpse.

Four hundred stabs to kill humanity,
what else you need to prove your insanity.
You won't live four hundred years,
Karma will strike all your fears.
River of waste will carry you 
Far away from our views.

Hate and false ego will destroy us,
You're aware of it but still a...

Oblivious enmity #42dreams


As an author I always wanted to create my own dystopian world but I had no idea that I was be so blessed to get to live in one. A world where perspicacity is crime. A world where people can speak but don't have ears to hear. A world where everyone is busy in their lifeless lives.
I remember it was just another day in my life. I was suffering from a career deadly disease; writer's block, since a year then. So, everyday I'd sit in my backyard sipping my special coffee; half spoon of sugar, a cardamon and a spoon of milk and observe the movement of every particle around me for inspiration. There was nothing much special about the day and so does with my life. Sun was burning like hell and all I wanted was some shade but then the shade was too dull for me and by the time I figured a perfect place, my coffee...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

when my haemoglobin rusts


i don't know if i love the canopy of God's umbrella 
more than the vanity of metropolis, that one day
would fall when my haemoglobin rusts.

breathing soil crystallises with my delicate touch,
mustard pods mature with my adrenaline rush.


i know there's a spark in me but is it burning my 
thoughts into ashes or flaring my hopes to fight

the world when my haemoglobin rusts.
everyone admires moon's borrowed charm that
breaks lucid dreams and hides the craters.


these beautiful ghosts who hide in cracked walls
and their tears stain the marble floor would
disappear in memories when my haemoglobin rusts.
though my eyes reflect their spirited days, my feet 
falter when i try to walk on their domains.


does the earth follow me to my room or is it
the smoke gifted by the steel livestock that
would depurate when my haemoglobin rusts.
my heart sinks in the marsh of fervent believes,
can the strings of copper protect me?


are the...

Goddess of the silver lake #prompt4


Water isn't just fluvial. Turquoise. Limpid. Water is life. Water is love.
When ripples stopped, Adam's ale went still but I started to melt until I was more liquid than aqua itself. I started to sink. I was falling....and falling.....and falling...until I landed on a lotus. The blue wings of the Nymphaea butterfly enclosed every drop of my fluid. It started to rise...I could feel that the water was not still anymore....I could feel the current that was thrusting the Nymphaea. As the flower bloomed and the first ray kissed me, I started to boil. I was rising....I was fading....I disappeared into air. I could feel pain in every particle. I thought it was my end but no it was not. Suddenly, every droplet of my body started to collide and merge until the gravity dragged me down. I felt the ripples in the golden water....no....it was not the water but rather it was me. I felt complete. I felt the...

#RengaChallenge-4


Sitting on my porch,
Thoughts rebounding in my head,
Cool breeze on my face.

I should be sleepy, but I am wide awake.
Impossible is becoming more than I can take.

If only I could freeze this moment.
I never want it to end,
But I know it'll have to.

Last sentence and now I have read the last word,
it's time to grab another book and a coffee mug.

Love lies bleeding| #PrettyContest5


Acacia rose cannot piece my skin,
even Arbutus cannot recite my love's hymn.
You came like a Mayflower,
stayed like Star of Bethlehem,
and left like Asphodel.
Columbine is weeding the cananga tree,
morning glory is blooming in obscurity.
Mallows are replaced by Marigolds in spring.
Why I couldn't grow daffodils and bristlecone pines?
Why you couldn't grow delphinium that you borrowed?
Even our tears cannot rejuvenate the dying Eglantines.
Cherry blossoms and falls in the pond,
from where it will never return.
 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

when my haemoglobin rusts


i don't know if i love the canopy of God's umbrella 
more than the vanity of metropolis, that one day
would fall when my haemoglobin rusts.
breathing soil crystallises with my delicate touch,
mustard pods mature with my adrenaline rush.


stalks of wheat call me with every gust,
every perfume emanates petrichor that 

fades away when my haemoglobin rusts,
i've witnessed the moon borrowing light and
the immigrants starting a new life.


these beautiful ghosts who hide in cracked walls
and their tears stain the marble floor would
disappear in memories when my haemoglobin rusts.
though my eyes reflect their bright past but my 
feet don't know how to walk on their domain.


does the earth follow me to my room or is it
the smoke gifted by the steel livestock that
would depurate when my haemoglobin rusts.
my heart sinks in the marsh of fervent believes,
can the strings of copper protect me?


are the scars on my body a souvenir of...

Action is no stronger than a flower #100 #SmilesforSpring3


(i)
i was alone. i was autarkical.
i measured the equator.
every ray shone on my tropical
lavers.
all I then wanted was a lover.
i couldn't be alone longer.
i broke...i drifted....
i croaked...i shifted....
so that no one was alone
on the blue meadow.

(ii)
we're young. we're in love,
has witnessed the burning
stars.
but something was holding us
back that caused these
scars.
we fell....we rose...
we held....we let it go..


(iii)
we compete. we care.
but still there's no bridge that
connects us.
we merge. we collapse....



 

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

If Adam marries Steve

“If Adam marries Steve, then both of them will go to hell!” she told her 7-year old.
“But why?” he asked.
“Because it’s a sin!” she replied.
“But mommy, last week you told me God has made everyone as it is for a reason.” 
“Yes dear.”She replied.
“So, he made them so that he can punish them!” 
“No, for God, everyone is equal!” 
“But mommy............” 
“It’s time to sleep, dear!” she answered.

Chocolate, cheese, tea and beans |#aprilfood |#contest_13 prompt 6


Bitter sweet, creamy,
ambrosial.
A bunch of pips and a promise 
to be betrothed.

Umami, gooey,
swiss.
A glass of wine and your laugh
on my gigs.

Catechins, convivial,
astringent.
Long discussions about our
commitment.

Speckled, leguminous,
Scarlet.
A romantic dinner when stars
sparkle.

Not like a Cinderella story

Going back in time, to make everything fine!
‘Twas a windy day, in the magical month of May.
Long drives to the island, to have a burger out!
I spent ‘those’ 30 days with you running around.
Leaning in, I’m on my way to stranger things.
Honey, I’m used to your mood swings!

Out and about, tryna figure out!
We’re Vibin n’ thrivin, you keep me inspiring!
Cause it’s not like a Cinderella story,
We’re rising up to the glory!!!

Gotcha shades on, I’ll love you from dusk to dawn!
We got caught in the moment, nothing to comment,
Roaming by seas of green, it's the story of a girl that dreams!
Sunsets in the paradise, your smile got me paralyzed!
Leaning in, I’m on my way to stranger things.
Honey, I’m used to your naughty winks!

Out and about, tryna figure out!
We’re Vibin n’ thrivin, you keep me inspiring!
Cause it’s not like a Cinderella story,
We’re rising...

Gone with the wind


Today when I am going to the valley, I am wishing for strangeness. Every gust of wind reminds me of them. When I breathe, the warmth of the air reminds me of my mother's amiability. When I am hearing the aeolian, I think Priyanka is whispering some secret in my ears. And when the breeze is gently messing my hair, I'm thinking of him. Every touch of the zephyr is similar to his innocent touch. Even my heart is up in the air.
Some wounds do not leave scars but rather they never heal. They never ache, but rather they always hurt. Such wounds do not infect but rather they vitiate.
It seems like just yesterday. Everyone was very excited about my elder sister, Priyanka's marriage. The smell of fresh paint was wafting through the house. Dad was busy placing orders while mum was sending invitations and shopping for the marriage that was supposed to happen the next month. Our...

Titanic: Part 1 of 3 #marchireland

The White Star glimmers dazzlingly in the Belfast blue,
Look around, silver is the only colour you’d view.
It started to feel as if I’ve been living there for an eternity. An eternity, so monotonous that even day and night felt the same. An eternity, spent to coalesce pride and notions. An eternity lived, when an unforgettable chapter was being written in the human history.
I still remember that I was the last one to wake up and hence I had to satisfy with whatever was left by my fellows as breakfast. I couldn’t help it because I was not like others. You know; work all day, sleep at night and then next day, repeat. No. I wanted to live life on my own terms. Even if that meant having whiskey with my friend, Patrick, at midnight after a demanding day. We’d chat about our girlfriends, politics, co-workers and family but we never talked about our work as we believed...

Friday the 13th

I was shaking with fear.
My teeth were gnashing. 
My heart was in my throat and was pounding so high that it nearly jumped off my mouth.
I covered my face under the blanket. 
I gathered all the courage and went to the washroom.
The voice was coming from dripping of taps. I took a breath of relief. I took the spanner and fixed it.
I switched off the light and turned, as I was about to leave, I heard the voice of something being flushed.
I turned back but there was nothing.....wait someone had flushed. The lights.......I switched off them but they were on. I stepped towards the washroom but the door slammed against my face. 
I ran as fast as I could to my room. I opened the door of my room but it opened in the bathroom!

Dimensional existence #126 Prompt 5 #SmilesforSpring4



He woke up in the middle of the combat zone.
He was also fighting like all the other warriors there; like a ruthless, cruel beast he was killing, one enemy, then another and then other one.
His body was covered with the blood of every warrior he killed.
His sword was penetrating every single heart on his way.
He didn't know why he was doing so. He didn't know between whom the fight was being fought. He didn't know who were his enemies and who were his allies. And he didn't know how he reached there.
He was having flashes of him, promising someone that he'll return.
Dull......Fading.........Flashes.
He was tired.
'Coward!' a warrior yelled at him and accelerated towards him with daggers in both of his hands. But as the warrior was about to pierce his abdomen with both his dagger, he spilt his body into two pieces, exploding his blood into already red soil.
His head was aching...

Auto Corrects #lovein2020 #taketen #LOLchallenge

Mum: What are doing?
Me:    Nothing much.
Mum: Why are you not doing anything then?
Me:    I'm doing.
         I'm spanking waiters.
Mum: What? Come home right now!
Me:   I meant speeding water
        OMG SPLASHING WATER!


My friend, Vivek: You won't believe what happened today!
                    Me: Then don't tell me.
                Vivek: Then don't talk with me!
                    Me: K, what happened?
                Vivek: I pregnant Monica!
                    Me: What? When?
                          Your parents know about it?
                 Vivek: Chill dude! I meant proposed. LOL
         ...

Crop the Gods have sown


No matter what I do,
I cannot compensate five years to you.
My skies were blue when you were here,
now it's dark with no air.
I may weep, I may scream.
And you know now, my tears have dried,
but I still love you deep inside.
No matter what I do,
I can never be equal to you.
My days were dreamy and nights were bright,
now, even days feel like dark nights. 
I may dance, I may sing.
And you know now, it's time to move on,
harvest the crop the Gods have sown.

Love, and love.


Go, just go.
I don't wanna see you,
I don't wanna hear you,
I don't even wanna think of you,
no...I don't love you!
Run, run away.
You're bad.
You're a liar.
You've changed.
No...you don't love me.
Wait, just wait.
Why am I feeling empty?
Why am I feeling broke?
What's happening to me?
no...Are you the reason?
Stop, stop here.
Hate me.
Lie to me.
Fight.
No...I can't fall again!
Stay please stay.
Is it finished?
Was it so delicate?
Is me or you?
No...answer me!
Come, please come.
I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
I was mean.
No..it was my fault.
Talk, let's talk.
Just you and me,
On an island,
under the moonlight.
No...there is something.
Love, and love.




 

That annoying guy #126 prompt 5


Just look at his evil smile,
from left profile,
through my eyes.
Oh! It's so vile
It says something,
It makes me cringe.
Just look at his worn out shoes,
Always goes against the rules.
I guess that his wandering eyes,
ain't so nice,
are spying on everything they see.
He walk so skewed.
He talk so rude.
He makes me question my existence.
Can't control his hands,
they go everywhere.
He know nothing 'bout discipline.
Hey! What's wrong with you?
What are you upto?
You annoy me,
You destroy me.
We always disagree.
They love you, no matter what.
You're always preferred.
I just hate you, man!
We are always parallel.
Oh! It'll never end.
I'd never be friend.
You're so perfect.
They love your accent.
I'm so unwanted.
I'm so crazy.
But you what,
I'll never be you,
and you'd never be me.
So, why not change our ways.
Why not end the race?
'cause man, if you're...

Apolitical #onetrick(4)


I'm not left, nor am right.
Yeah, I've still got a life!
Call me irresponsible,
Call me confused.
I've a belief,
you need to respect that too.
All are wrong in this world,
all are right in this whirl.
Let me live with it,
let me breathe a bit, free!
 

Savage #MySentenceStarter


"Listen, Miss, I wish I could let you in, but I was told that Meryl and bitches not allowed." said Rita in her sarcastic tone as always.
"Oh...I'm sorry. But then who let you in?" I replied.
"What do you mean?" she asked but I didn't reply as I knew she's dumb to get it.

It is just another stormy day in the city of Psicopatica except today, a tree with emerald leaves is growing on topaz landscape #Helpme2020

I was never happy about moving to Psicopatica, the city with a past so horrible that it seemed as if the end of the world has started. An incident so horrible that the sky wept for a week for those who will never pollute the Earth with their breath. An incident that wounded Sangue, the river that swept the city diagonally, so badly that the whole city was flooded with its blood. But I had no option. I had to prepare a research paper on the geography of the city for my project that was supposed to confirm my job in the National Department of Petrology.
I was granted permission by the city authorities and for convenience was provided with a local student, Phoebe Murphy. She had been living in the city for like five years then, as told in the letter sent by them. I packed my luggage and took the bus to Tempesta, a town before Psicopatica as no...

Cinque- The origin #baguette #onetrick(5)

Sono... Il Re... Del Mon-do...
I was trying to decode the verses written on a tree bark that was found by The Department of Archaeology in a cave that was untouched by humans for nearly two thousand years. The cave was hidden behind a waterfall but due to an unexpected drought, it came into light.
Non...gio-care...con il...fuoco
The branch that had the most leaves read. I was really bored. The language was far more difficult to read than any language I ever encountered. Only the thought of decoding it was giving me anxiety attack. I was supposed to be with my girlfriend, watching 'The Notebook' but no, I was reading a dead language that even if I decode will change nothing except for the museum's revenue. 
Ora...sarai tu
Read the only branch with a flower. I wondered who had written it. But again, it is none of my business. I kept on reading whatever I could read and then noting...

Missile Man of India #febpoliticalheroes


You're the fertility in the soil, oxygen in the fire.
You are the sun in the sky, snake in reptiles.
You are second arm of a trident.
Your wings were made of fire.
To carry your legacy is the only desire we have.
Our loved and respected, Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam.
 

Useless regret #Poemsofsouls

Wanted to make memories with you,
But I never knew,
One day, you’ll yourself become a memory.
It’s what that has damaged me!
Wish we had some more time,
You made my life sublime.
I had you when I was nobody.
Now, I’ve everything but not you to see.
 You gave me a new perception to see
But also took a part of me.
Now, there’s no use of crying hard,
‘Cause I know that you’re gone very far!

Oh Dear Family!



Oh, dear family!
You are my pain and its remedy.
I know you are always there for me,
Whether it is a problem or glee.
I know you are crazy but
You know, so is me.

Oh, dear family!
I want to run when you make fun of me,
But I can’t because I’m attached to you.
I am lock and you all are my key.
Oh! Those summer nights we spent under blue,
And those of winters’, having gossips with tea.

Oh, dear family!
I know time changes,
But our bond is firm.
I want to spend with you all my ages.
But I have a term,
Just keep away those cages.

Oh, dear family!
Let us run together somewhere,
Just me and you.
Our assemblies are getting rare.
We need them to strengthen our glue.
Come I’ve got secrets to share.

2020

A very Happy New Year to each and every living being on this Earth and if life exists beyond that, then to them as well.
And
A very very very* zillion Happy New Decade 2020s. 
2010s was a decade of dreams but 2020 is going to be a decade of living dreams.
A decade offering zillions of opportunities.
Let's make every single second of this decade count.
I hope and I pray that all your dreams (and hopefully mine as well :P) come true. 
All the best!
P.S.- I'm organizing a competition, so, please participate.
Lotsa love.
Yours
Tushar

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas
Happy Hanukkah
I hope and I pray that everyone around the globe stays happy and healthy. The globe, also stays healthy and yeah, this universe as well. If a parallel universe exists, then it also stays well. 
Let the happiness engulf all the sorrows.
Let humanity take over everything.
Let us make the last 6 days of this decade memorable.
Thank you so much 2010s.
You know what 2020s, you are our decade.
Decade of those who dream.
Decade of those who dare to follow their passion.
Decade of change.
Decade of trillions of opportunities and zillions of hopes.
 

Deteriorate #beautyofessence

Many people have told me that I'm beautiful on the inside and out... they were only right about one. I know that I'm not beautiful from the outside now. This flat nose has made my personality flat as well. These swollen lips make me look like a duck. These cheeks are red, not 'cause I'm blushing but because they hurt. I'm sleepless not because of jet lag but because I can't accept myself like this, useless. My limbs are numb because of anesthesia. I know that I wouldn't be able to walk again. These scars are always gonna haunt me down but I would tackle them bravely because the deterioration of my outer body uplifted the beauty of my soul. They're lying that I'm beautiful from outside. No, I'm not. It's my inner beauty that is radiating so much that it is overpowering my outer ugliness. These scars symbolizes my strength and courage and patriotism. I deteriorated myself so that y'all...

Q & A and free give aways

Hi y'all!
So, here I'm going to answer your question but before that as promised I will organise a competition and the prompts are going to be released by tomorrow.
Remember everyone's a winner. So, why not put the idea into action. Every participant will get a true comment and like of his/her choice!
Now, let's start the Q & A--------
1. hi i'm jackson ;)
HI hi hi!!!! How are you today?

Hi! I'm fine. Thank you and how are you?
what is something good that happened recently?
I got 36 followers!
what do you want to be when you get a job?
Well, there are a lot of things that I wanna do but in a nutshell, I want to be a doctor to open a chain of non-profit charitable hospitals and a bunch of things to sustain myself like acting and writing.
favorite 3 book series?
Harry Potter, 
what is the plural of series?
'Series' is plural of...

Cocktail #powerofwords

"Dinner tonight?" a voice called. "Be quick, I've to book table as well."
I turned.
It was a man.
He was short in height with stubble beard and looked as if belonging to a decent family.
"Excuse me, but I don't know who you are!" I replied.
"Please don't start this 'don't know you' stuff. Come on, we'll have a new beginning."
"I'm sorry Mister but my husband is waiting for me outside."
"You got married! Okay, I'll live with this pain in my heart for the rest of my life. I'll live." 
He faded in the crowd, screaming all the above lines.
'What a pest!' I told myself.
I left the airport.
I searched everywhere but I couldn't find him (my husband).
I saw a lady officer and hence I gave her his photo and asked if she has seen him here.
She denied and advised me to make a call.
But his number didn't exist. Maybe I had...

#sweetest-spoken

"I believe that you can!"
She told me holding my hand.
I kept her believe by performing well,
whatever I am, all thanks to my Vandana ma'am!
 
"You're so cool!"
when everyone said that I'm a fool.
Such a beautiful writer,
got eyes of a tiger!

"Give me your autograph"
I heard it, adjusting my cap.
We were bunking the class,
and silent moments passed.

"You've got a beautiful voice!"
my Physics teacher's words made me rejoice.
For a teenager it means a lot,
So, I feel confident every time, I talk!

So, many more compliments
I've got but many more harsh words.
I don't remember them anymore.
'cause there's someone, I'm waiting for!
 

Life!

Life is mysterious!
One can try to define it,
Who knows what lies behind it?
Everyone has his own definition.
Do we create life or we are life's creations?
Someone's luxurious, someone's poor,
Someone's sweet, someone's sour.

As many people as many lives,
Someone's dull, someone's bright
Is life a science or philosophy,
Fiction or reality,
Scintillating boon or catastrophic calamity?
Ah! It's so tricky!!
But we are lucky,
'cause we are gifted with this wonder.

So, we have to use it wisely.
Therefore, let's fully live life,
Thank God and be nice.
'Cause it is given to us for a limited time,
To work and make our own identity.

Whenever rain falls

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Mangoes in the summers, and
Baby, we’re flowers in the spring.
The warmth of the gala in the chill
And we collapse away in the fall.

But 
I wanna touch you like raindrops,
Tie you in my love lock.
I’m the one you’re made for
Together we can win wars.
Whenever rain falls
Tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
When clouds cover the atmosphere
You’re the one I want here
In the rain, we kiss under the coat
Boat of our love left the shore

But
I wanna touch you like raindrops,
Tie you in my love lock.
I’m the one you’re made for
Together we can win wars.
Whenever rain falls
Tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip

You made me complete
Cool down the heat
Like the rain,
You erased my vains.
Baby, let’s meet under the drizzle
Tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip, tip

Useless regret #Poemsofsouls

Wanted to make memories with you,
But I never knew,
One day, you’ll yourself become a memory.
It’s what that has damaged me!
Wish we had some more time,
You made my life sublime.
I had you when I was nobody.
Now, I’ve everything but not you to see.
 You gave me a new perception to see
But also took a part of me.
Now, there’s no use of crying hard,
‘Cause I know that you’re gone very far!

Just loved you

I found light in the darkest nights,
I fell in love with a stranger at first sight.
Though I know she’ll never love me as I do
But still my heart says, “I love you!”
Yeah, “I loved you and will always do!”
‘Just loved you!’
 
I met you when I was in disguise!
Your casual touch, gave me new life.
Though I know you’ll never ask for a clue,
But still my heart says, “I love you!”
Yeah, “I loved you and will always do!”
‘Just loved you!’  
 
I see you whenever I close my eyes!
Say you ‘Hi’ with a thousand byes.
Though I know we’ll never make it through
But still my heart says, “I love you!”
Yeah, “I loved you and will always do!”
‘Just loved you!’  
Loved you, ohh……I loved you!
Yeah, I love you. (Love you!)
Forever……….However
Just loved you……….