Showing posts with label Nocturnal Revelation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nocturnal Revelation. Show all posts

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Stick Stuck Stucked

How often…how very often I still allow you to raise such havoc inside me that my already collapsed walls of heart find it hard to again stand up and accept the truth.

"I have...and you need to too."– The words reverberate.

As I put down such disparaged feelings on paper, a sense of abhorrence engulfs me. No, the hatred is never towards you or for anyone else. I know very well that I am the only person on whose proud shoulders the blame lies. While I look back and see the time and the moments gone by, I ponder, how could the course of time change me for worse? I was never such a silly thing. I was a livewire. Wasn’t I? And the things I deserve in life are happiness, peace, and love. And I let you be their synonyms in my life. And that's exactly where I went wrong.

When life is like a dreaded cold night and outspread is the aloofness – even clinging to an icicle provides the much needed warmth. May be it is all in mind!

Really! And how exaggerated it looks to me now… only within few minutes of writing the just above lines!  How well we embellish our sorrows while keeping the life waiting next door.

The tussle goes on…in my mind…and in my heart.



And when everything seems to go wrong, what never fail are books, movies, songs, serials and of course the hobby kits.

It was just another random evening when the memories inside my heart were crying out loud. Before that I hardly knew how the serials I catch upon occasionally can help me dramatically to piece together my broken self in a very sublime way.

No. It was not a coincidence as life has its own cryptic ways to make us believe in it over and over again. And so the opening quote that day on the re-run of Grey’s Anatomy was,

The dictionary defines grief as keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. As surgeons, as scientists, we're taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, on definitives. But in life, strict definitions rarely apply. In life, grief can look like a lot of things that bear little resemblance to sharp sorrow. 

The episode ended with such hard-hitting truths which startled me beyond words.

Lexie: [narrating] Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

Mark: It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.

Alex: And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

Izzie: That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.

Derek: By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.

Bailey: Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

Owen: So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

Meredith: The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.

Arizona: The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

Callie: And let it go when we can.

Meredith: The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.

Cristina: And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

Meredith: There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Alex: Denial.

Derek: Anger.

Bailey: Bargaining.

Lexie: Depression.

Richard: Acceptance.

I have seen this episode before also but never did it make so much sense to me.

And it hurts to realize how very close I have always held you to my heart. And it hurts more to realize that I can never express that to you in words. Nor even with silence...not anymore. And it hurts beyond measures to wonder– would you ever realize my realization?

I am not sure on which stage I am in. It seems that even after reaching the last stage, I am still stuck in all the previous stages. How very uncanny of me to be in such a juncture of life where ‘Denial’ and ‘Acceptance’ are fighting with each other while holding their hands tight.

~*~

…and I really want to pour my heart about 'Moving on' and 'How I Met your Mother'. But as always I am once again in such a baffled situation where I am unable to react due to overwhelmingly over-crowded emotions. It rips my heart apart. May be some day I will choose to write on these pending thoughts instead of dumping them in the backyard of heart where many ideas, memories, emotions, and feelings are resting in peace... when all they deserved was– to be written.

~*~

Some more quotes from the same episode that turned the pitcher of my heart upside down,

  • Alex: You died in my arms. You died in my arms! You freakin' died, and then you left instructions that I wasn't allowed to save your life. You wanna know what I'm scared of? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared to move. I'm scared to breathe. I'm scared to touch you. I can't lose you. I won't survive. And that's your fault. You made me love you, you made me let you in. And then you freaking died in my arms.

  • Izzie: I'm wishing for a brain tumor. I'm wishing all the time for a giant tumor that would just press down on my brain and make me hallucinate George. So that I could talk to him again, so I could laugh with him again.

  • Bailey: I lost O'Malley. And um, I just can't. I can't care anymore. Stevens is not my child. O'Malley was not my child. I have to stop treating them... I just have to stop caring so much. 'Cause I can't keep feeling... feeling like this. 

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Monday, December 3, 2012

From the depths abyssal.

The earth ponders and keeps the fire burning. I witness it with wide open eyes. There is something so very mean and uncultivated there. Uncultivated and bereaved of many things out of which some fickle and frivolous emotions top the list. Emotions – the most talked about but very much overrated somethings. We play around and make merry all in the garb of some pretentious fallacies and in the process we keep on hurting while obnoxiously shouting about how hurt we ourselves are. And we do it all in the name of something called 'emotions'. Every drop of tear that leaves its abode tells a story. A kind of story that’s smeared in falsity and brevity. 

And what comes handy is the withdrawal syndrome. But how far one can run away from those fallacies made out of erroneous efforts that consumed no less than a lifetime? When life itself is just a mere notion of something unknown. 

Palpitating emotions and its accompaniments would not hold even a mere substance when the sun would celebrate over the other side of the sky. Till then let me enjoy the excruciating pleasure covered under the thick wrap of uncouth pain for some more time. Perhaps just perhaps it will keep me going for few more steps when the sun is yet to shine.

Let’s see for how long felicity eludes me!


Tuesday, July 24, 2012

~Untitled

The caricatures on ones walls are not always the reflection of their souls. There are layers of layer in between and by the time the reflected images hold your attention, they are all contorted. 



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Blue.


For some ‘blue’ is just a color and for some it is symbolic of the sorrows inside their heart.
           
To me blue represents the entirety of my heart and soul. For my heart and soul together are nothing less than this cosmos. Over this color blue, my dreams are the studded stars and they shine in their own light.
        
When life is basking in the glory of sunshine, the clear blue sky is my canvas to paint my dreams. For what do you think these cottony clouds are! Nothing but the dreams and milestones I have painted.

And when it rains over my blue landscape, the beauty is matchless. It tells stories to me. Stories from stones and stories from tomorrows. Don’t you think that this heavy downpour will wash me away. For it’s here to cleanse my soul. Pristine! That’s what I change into after a heavy downpour of struggle and failure.
        
Whenever I am there at the top of a mist engulfed mountain with occasional outburst of drizzle, I see you coming to me; holding in your li'l hands a seven colored umbrella. With a smile and a twinkle in your eyes you embrace me by my knees. You know! That keeps me going. Not the sunshiny umbrella but the shine in your eyes.
      
When the scorching summer along with its heat-waves wilts me down, I know my life is safe, when holding your rainbow colored umbrella I see you coming. You know! That keeps me going. Not the umbrella but your eyes.
        
I can hold my soul on to my two palms and can tribute it to the blue in your eyes. For in the blue of your eyes lie my cosmos and my entire existence.

My blue-eyed baby girl! You are the spark that gives life to my life.


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

In conversation with my God.


I know you are listening. And my prayers would be answered soon. Aren't they under process? Yes they are.

So, take your own sweet time and know that I am so not gonna break in to pieces and fall apart.


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

A Letter to God.

Dear God,


As I grow in life may I learn the wisdom to see people as they are, not as they appear.


I wish I was not so ignorant of the true shades of human nature. I wish I was not a fool to trust people just like that. Someone close once told me a sensitive girl can seldom succeed. And it seems to be so so so true.


Yours Truly
MystiquePree

Monday, March 28, 2011

. . .


Iss mod se jate hai 
Kuch sust kadam raste 
Kuch tez kadam raahein…

This beautiful song kind of haunts me. The feeling glides all over me, softly piercing my heart. Still the song continues in a loop. And with every beat my heart churns some more. All I can feel is a pain. A pain whose story has got no beginning or any end. And I cry a tearless bucket.

I am standing at a threshold and few steps ahead awaits a phase of life from where in I have to grow up big time sharing responsibilities hand in hand or sometime all alone.

May be it was time to get mature long time back and I could not extract this out of life at the right time. Do you ever feel like stranded on a cross road? Because of the choices I have made in life or the way I have executed them, I feel estranged.

For some weird reasons I feel as if with every step I take, I end up in a crossroad. Every next step is a battle for I don’t know to where I belong. The biggest challenge that life has thrown at me that continues to remain unresolved is what I want to be and do in life. I am moving regardless of any aim. I feel Aimless-Directionless-Useless. No matter what I do, I can hear a voice backfiring at me. I know I am not happy by the way I am leading my life. The worst feeling is when you know you are wasting your life and in my case I am doing it every day. You need to have an aim in life and I confess I don’t have any. No disappointment can be bigger than this. There is always a burning chaos in me. My life is perplexed and undisciplined. I am not in peace with myself.

Sometimes I really wonder; would my absence ever affect the life of the people I know. How long will they miss me? Is time really the greatest healer? Does life really moves on? Honestly I don’t want any one of my loved ones to move past over me. It’s kind of a healing touch you know to believe that I hold a precious place in their life and no one can take over my place. But how long? I know one day people would learn to live without me. My absence won’t matter except for a time or two. But I am selfish and I want you to miss me. I am a kind of person who tortures herself and everyone around with many things hypothetical. I can really go cruel with this habit of mine. And I know I ain’t going anywhere. Does that make you hate me?

Have I been a little serious in my life in the past, I might not have been feeling this much miserable now. I feel so miserable to realize that how unkindly I have trampled the high hopes and all the dreams that my parents had/have on me. What worst is that I know I was meant for something greater, grander and something meaningful. I know I am being harsh on me but then sooner or later I have to accept this truth.

Patthar ki haveli ko 
sheeshe ke gharoundo mein 
Tinko ke nasheman tak 
Iss mod se jate hain...

While contemplating the past, present and future of my life, I just realized how in different ways we all have gone. Though we started our journey from many of the same points. Some are successful. Some are not. But what’s the definition of success? There was a time in life when we chose different roads with the promise of keeping in touch forever. I don’t miss my school or college friends. I am not even in touch with them. But then why I am thinking of them now? Surely I don’t want my life to be like theirs, no matter how happy they are in there own way. But then so very naturally I compare myself which leads me to the path of self loathing. Sometime coz I stand no where and sometimes coz I have fallen so low that I am comparing my good self.

It’s not everyday that I acknowledge these few painful truths about myself. I don’t have the courage always to face them. Knowingly I ignore them, avoid them. But still they eat me up. Somewhere inside they are turning me hollow.

I find myself in the verge of frustration, even mild depression often. The frequency of their occurrence has reduced for sure but still…I dint have anyone before I had you with whom I can share. Not because people would not understand me. I feel incapable of expressing. It’s only with you I can bare myself. But you know baby, I can’t express myself properly. Even the matters that raise huge turmoil in me, falls flat when I try to let them out. They appear so run of the mill. May be they actually are in reality. Will there ever come a time when I would express myself freely?

I am seeking peace and I know it will come the day I will start doing something that gives meaning to my life. A purpose to my otherwise estranged life. I need to tread on the right path. The way towards happiness where a sense of achievement awaits me. If not anyone else, I want me to be proud of myself. Can you help me to unleash the path which would take me to where I belong to? Where I could live without the cover of pretence… unadulterated… raw and naked to what I am?

I have found my anchor in you. I know, one of the paths lead to you. Life is not that bad. Coz the path that leads to you is the same one where you walk with me hand in hand. May we never have to tread off.

Ye Soch Ke Baithhi Hu Ik Raah To Woh Hogi


Tum Tak Jo Pahonchti Hai Is Mod Se Jaati Hai



P.S: I know i will realize it a li'l latter what all i have written here. may i never have to regret a single thing expressed here, so what it was done in a hit of a moment. baby if you happen to read it now, don't call me as i don't want to break down in to tear.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Wishes are not horses.

Some nights all I have got is your outline. I trace your eyes, your cheeks but my fingers refuse to move past your lips. Have I ever told you how much my fingers love to glide through your hair? How I feel like pushing those layers over your forehead aside? And then to kiss on your empty forehead?

The touch of those silken textures feels like a much-loved dream.

If only photographs could reciprocate.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Facing Bullets.


~Julie is back from the MCD hospital after her sterilization is being done. All safe and in good health.~

At Home:

Fresh Mustard Flowers.
  • Nothing can beat the bliss of being at home on a sick-leave this Friday considering the fact that Sat/ Sun are fixed OFFs :P
  • Today's Dinner delight: Sorsho phool banta aar gorom bhaat, prepared by Moi. You don't have to agree but I know I am awesome
  • Either Hollywood movies in a loop.
  • Or sleeping like a polar bear. :P


At Office:
Yes! This window belongs to my cabin
  • Yesterday was a busy day. After going through the hard phase of 'Lay off’ last month, finally I am back to do some fresh recruitments. It feels so great to see people leave the interview venue with a smile on their face and an offer letter in their hands, from this side of the table.
  • This particular girl named Pooja, I tell you was a total gone case. Once she left the room my boss smiled at me and gave me the biggest compliment ever. “She was your exact opposite. You are healthy and she is thin in such an unhealthy manner. She is so sad with her life while you are always so happy-happy. You know what you are like this Sunshine.” Ah! Sir! You don’t know, through what phase I have gone. Tough times don’t last but tough people do.
  • Two cute guys named A and S have developed a liking for their company's only HR.  :P


At Blog:


  • It feels nice to realize that I didn’t let my White Window die. Contemplating my past record at blogging, posting my 101st is a huge achievement.
  • I am no more friends with my girlies. It’s been over a year now. And no I don't miss them. Not anymore.
  • 97 Followers! Wowww! Thank you dear Readers.  But why do people follow my blog? I wonder what's there to follow! 
  • 'You comment I follow' ß this rule doesn’t exist in my blog dictionary anymore.
  • I read but I comment as per my convenience/mood/interest/. Largely it depends upon the emotions evoked. Blogging is not an obligation and so is commenting.
  • This is no more a creative blog.
  • Now my blog is all about Me. Contrary to before, I don’t wait for comments anymore.
  • But honestly, my heart smiles whenever there is a new comment.  Thank you all.
  • There are few bloggers whom I despise. They belong to some self-made elite groups and won’t visit the lesser bloggers. Most irritating thing about them à  Stop visiting them and they are bound to come back to your blog. Only to remind you that you are being missed in their so called elite blogs. Yeah these so called elite bloggers are just so comment hungry. They might stalk you too, shamelessly asking you to comment and follow.
  • But you know I have my favourites. Mithe and Jo. Swati and Akanksha. 
  • Recently I have started loving Raka too. Out of no particular reasons at all.
  • A lovely girl named Neeha has awarded my blog and  it is my turn now to pass this on to some recently discovered great bloggers. 

Chandana and Rachit, you guys deserve this the most. Please collect your award and do the following:
  1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award. *Thanks Neeha*
  2. Share 7 things about yourself. *LoL*
  3. Award recently discovered great bloggers.*Chandana and Rachit*
  4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.*Sure*

At Post Script: 

  • There is something miserably wrong with the blog post title. Good thing is I have figured that out. It should have been 'My Life in Bullet Points.' * wink*wink*
  • This blog post was not written to oblige by the rules of the award. But it turned out to be so. And I realized I can never constrain myself within some given numbers.
  • After a long time I made a post that's so full of photographs. Definitely a Feel Good Factor it is. :)
  • Photographs used are the original work of 'Yours Truly'.
  • Why do all my blog posts turn out to be so long that too when I really do not have anything to write at the beginning?

  Take Care

~MystiquePree


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Prayer~



♥ God! give me the willpower to rise above the ordinary. ♥



Tuesday, January 25, 2011

In Romance with your Love

What I fear the most is this dead air in between us. I tremor; even at the slightest possibility of it taking shape. My inability to fill this gap even with my heaves and sighs leaves me with an unquenchable blend of confusion and discomfort. What follows is an unceremonious celebration of twinge in the heart. At that very moment when my heart trembles like it’s going to fall apart into uncountable bits and pieces, I want to run away. I know I am an escapist. But where shall I escape to other than the refuge in your arms?

Baby! Please hold me tight while running your fingers through the tangled web of my hair and say “You just don’t have to speak a word. I understand you even when you are at your weirdest best.”

Saturday, November 13, 2010

~Untitled~

I so feel like crashing down on your bare chest-
Disheveled.
Your hands on my bare back-
Pristine.
A Linen that
Failed to cover us.
Nothing but the light of our eyes.
Breathes. Heartbeats.

Every thing in Silence.
Everything in Dark.

Baby, I allow you to light a cigarette. For the aura of smoke and the light it would add.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Praying for the Dawn~


Clueless...

about what to do.

Something is very dreadful about this night, for it has deprived me of sleep once again.

With nobody around to talk to, one more time I have returned to you My White Window. But I don't know what kind of solace do I get by staring at your color which is no more white.

I have always hated black templates, for they hurt this pair of insomniac eyes.


Monday, May 3, 2010

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... and yet again night falls on me dragging the satin of star studded dreams.









Sunday, May 2, 2010

Words elude me.




. . . and whenever this realization dawns upon me,




I cry.






I give it the name of pure *mood swing*. i know i lie.





Sadly enough,





my tear drops never elude me, no matter how hard I try



FULL STOP





Sunday, February 7, 2010

Untitled~








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The bigger part of my heart still wants you to be with me. It still wants you to peep in my life and pop in my thoughts.





I miss the way I used to carve you on pages.






Like this speck of light, I want you to come to me once more.





My Words: I MISS YOU!!!


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Friday, October 16, 2009

Bits and Pieces!!

In each blink, everything appears just the same. Is it same or it just appears to be so? Hollow. Empty. The world around me looks nothing more than that. I wonder! has the emptiness around has sucked me in or is it just the other way round? I touch the walls of my room and of my heart. Black soot smears my palm. Mirror. Is not it all broken? I can see the reflection very clearly. Which one is true... ‘I’ in the mirror, broken from every perspective or ‘I’ standing in front of it, all intact?

It’s not the first time that I have lost myself but when was the last time I was lost so much so that I could never find my way back to me ever again? It feels so strange whether I turn back or look ahead. I am a stranger anyways. Last night it was raining and I happened to enslave few rain drops on my palm. I played with them for a while and suddenly I reflected there in too. I could not recognize myself. I freed the rain drops instantly.

Connection. I have lost all my inner connections with everything possible. I can’t connect to anything but you. But all the chords that lead to you are broken now. I tore them apart. Every single of them. Detached, I feel numb. Uncomfortably numb. But hey! do you still feel connected to me even when the chords are no more there? On a bigger note, were there ever any chord? Did we ever required any? I guess we did not. I guess we do not. And I guess we would never.

May be it is time to tear my own self apart into zillions of pieces. O! I can do that, any moment. It’s not tough you know. It’s kinda easier than living numb. But what stops me from doing it you know are the doubts that will you ever come to collect the broken pieces of me? Piece by piece will you ever stitch me up? With each stitch will you ever instil in me my true essence back? And once stitched will I ever be the one whom I have lost somewhere in the rush of emptiness?

Re-invention is what I seek about me...by you...for us.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

A Nocturnal Revelation- II


One by one my silhouetted dreams refuse to open up their wings, when the cynical night paints me all dark in the shades of gory silence. In the stillness of quietude the wailing of my dreams are guffawed by each falling sand from the hands of eternity. The night refuses to pass until my heart turns to a place where I can holocaust all my dreams and wishes.

No it does not hurt anymore and neither do my dreams thrive to live on. Each new dream that my eyes see in the broad day light is fated to die this way every night, still each new dream takes birth in my eyes ignorant of this horrific fate. 

Thousands of dreams I holocaust every night at the feet of my destiny. Will being blind save my dreams? Will bereavement turn me into a lesser sinner?

Oh night! I hate you night!

You have made me a Nazi of my own dreams under the covers of this cobwebbed audible silence.

~~~***~~~