Tapasya

India

Message from Writer

Let the darkness within spill out, you held yourself back for years, it has killed you inside really slow, why do you stitch that lie of a smile?

Published Work

Valar Morghulis

All men must die,
And why not? It's less painful than living,
cause it's better to burn out than fade away.....

Casting away all the shadows, 
How'd you find which way is the sun?

All you can do is reduce your hopes
For your death is indeed near.

the trouble is, you think you've time, 
but who knows when is your time? 
maybe,
tommorow, 
today,
or even right now! 

But do not fear, it won't stop your death 
from coming but it might stop your life.

you're dying,  I'm dying, 
every second, every minute, everyday
we're slowly getting ripped off, 

we cannot stop it, 
but yes, 
accept it.... 

Valar Morghulis......... 




 

Writing Streak Challenge Week 8

Challenge Completed!!

Day 1
It's a different world through the window. 

Day 2
Two six- year- olds,  
one drenched in rain,  
the other forbidden to step out, 
Both wished to be on the other side of the window. 

Day 3
Open the windows of your mind, and  your soul would not be blind anymore..  

Day 4
Even through a broken window you look lovely. 

Day 5
No one other than a writer will ever understand that a writer is working when staring out the window...  

Writing streak week 8 day 5

No one other than a writer will ever understand that a writer is working when staring out the window...  

Time.....I never understood it indeed.

Somewhere between, "Don't talk while eating" and 
"At least talk with us while eating,"
we grew up.......... 
 

Writing streak week 8 day 1

It's a different world through the window. 

Writing streak week 8 day 2

 Two six- year- olds,  
one drenched in rain,  
the other forbidden to step out, 
Both wished to be on the other side of the window. 

Writing streak week 8 day 3

Open the windows of your mind, and  your soul would not be blind anymore..  

Writing streak week 8 day 4

Even through a broken window you look lovely. 

Names, Names, Names

Names

A breakfast joint: Burp! 
A new smartphone: Cosmos x 
An eyeglasses store:  The Eye Seller-get yourselves a healthy pair of eyes! 
A dog pound: Critter killers!- Contact us within a few days or we'll kill your dog! Gracias. 
A highway: The One Way Highway. 
An island resort: The Creepy Isle Boatel. 
A new constellation: Nirvana 
A pet polar bear: milky 
A nail polish color: rocky pops! 
A new butterfly species: yellow mellow marshmallow( I know I know... It's against the rules of nomenclature) so I've one more..
Glittericus flutterino. 
 

Death Is Only The Beginning

On the ghats of Manikarnika,in the city of Banaras, 
the flames ablaze  on the pyres, 
the holy waters of Ganges gurgled about
as if unaware of the miseries which seeped all around. 

The sun was flaming bright and red, 
making the ghats look alike death,
the 100 fumes burning around 
seemed like the divine dance of Vishwanath,
gyrating with death and piroutting with sorrow, 
He taught the humans the reality of life. 

Whimpering over the dead is only a pity
for the soul will be alive for eternity, 
Who can teach one about life
better than the celestial Kashi?
the abode of the destroyer, 
but the city of serenity,

Now the ashes were to be flown in the mighty Ganges, 
taking them solemnly over to salvation, 

It was lord Buddha who was enlightened here, 
but for the mere mortals -
death is the abyss with musty air, 
dark looming shadows accosting them,
And with every step being dragged into the...

It's eyes, always the eyes..

"You're beautiful," I said. 
She slapped me,
I was oblivious to her acid marks, 
and she to my blindness.

 

I'm a stranger to myself......

I love myself the way certain dark things should be loved,
in secret,
between the shadows and the souls,

but I'm not sure, 
who I'm?, 
what I'm?, or
How I'm?
I'm not sure whether I'm one of those rare ones who live,
or the Others who just exist...... 
I'm not able to figure out the journey I ate on,
I've chaos ensconced within.... That's all I'm sure about...  

Getting Off

If you were asked to wash dishes,
such a boring chore....  
if you were asked to wash dishes, 
instead of going to the store! 
just drop one or two, 
no one would ask you to do it anymore......
 

The sky is bleeding.

The ripe juicy orange that hung out there, was peeling off its colors everywhere...

streaks of orange, Red ,and yellow
adorned the vastness, making the sky look like a mandala painting......

the clouds seemed like candy floss 
only if I could grab at them..
Oh! They would have tasted lovely!

crimson blood flowed out of creeks and crevices between the clouds,
I gazed at the artwork, my mouth agape.. 

could something have been more beautiful? 



  
 

Just think for a while.......

Sometimes
sweet smells cover
the foul ones,

but I think,
can that be the 
end of the foul smell?

sometimes 
bitter words are 
wrapped in honey 
and served,

but I think, 
will one never 
taste the true 
taste? 

sometimes 
we cover ourselves 
with the thin blanket of 
so called morals, virtues, and values.....

but I think,
How long will the thin blanket sustain? 
it becomes a tattered rag only to expose what you are underneath the underneath........

Aren't we all fools???? 
scared of our own self........  
Running from our own self.......
I think we are.

My Heart Aches......

My heart aches when you say 
do not look back for it's just the past,
just look on straight for there's your path....

my heart aches when you brush your lips against mine, softly singing  to me 
your lovely song, cause I know it'll always remain a song.......

my heart aches out of longing, cause you lied to me, you said that you loved me, you said that you cared but you left me and I was so very scared.....

my heart aches knowing that it wasn't your fault, death comes uninvited to each and everyone, big or small.....   

my heart aches in the moonlight, and I wish on the stars that you were here instead of being there, but isn't time the master of all, I don't think so, but after all that's what you said.......  

-Tapasya