man
Inspiration, life, poetry, Uncategorized

I Am A Sucker!

Yes life hurls stones and pebbles

fate bombards proxies, follies

phonies but hold on….

I am a sucker for one more!

I devour failure like a hungry

homeless for I’ve nothing to eat

so I gulp every failure down my

parched throat till the-bitter liquid

of failure syncs-with the juices in

my emaciated stomach…

Oh! It churns, it widens but I ask

for more, I ask for more! I am a

sucker for all the losings humans

are capable of! I tasted sweet

success this morning when I took

that hard stone on my heart,

laughed at one more lie, swallowed

one more bitter pill, devoured

one more failure down my throat!

I am a sucker!

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Misfortune
Inspiration, life, Love, Uncategorized

RESURRECTION

In the darkest pits

of soul lingers a

little flame kept alive by

the rays of purity.

A perpetual fire,

illuminating the grim

core, burning the

edges of stale

misfortunes…..

A lone flame standing

its ground against

cruel winds of fate…..

Assuring that heaven

is right there with-in us,

surrounded by our own hells,

and in the end resurrection 

will take place out of the

ashes of that tiny

inferno….

 

 

 

 

 

Great Land
History, Inspiration, Legend, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches

Midst blooming wild poppies

and the mammoth elephant grasses,

thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.

May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over,

as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;

vicious winds from the North gushed 

echoing footsteps of a massive feet

opening a narrow pass for the

grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,

leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers

on the path once trodden by the

fierce Indian Tribes.

Inspiration, life

Cold Insight

Hello all,

I hope you all are doing fine, well the cold in my part is not going away. Due to frigid cold all my creative juices have seemed to be frozen , I am being knocked down by strong currents of  weather related gloom, well two things that are keeping my sane are Exercise and Cartoons. I have some divine callings as well, I am often thinking of higher entity as well. I feel I need to be less materialistic and do away with my cosmetics, carbs and insecurities ( my allowance and in-law😉s).

I can be possessive at times over my stuff and people but my new gained cold insight tells me that I need to let go of all the possessions.  Although I don’t take myself very seriously but I need to try to be more humble. Let everything go, and take a holy dip in frozen lake somewhere . Kids will eventually grow up and leave, (cosmetics have already frozen) husband has his life too, what good is holding on? Attachment is the cause of all the suffering as Buddha says and very aptly so! I wish I can take a refuge somewhere in Himalayas, I know I have a monk inside me somewhere. But there are few things I can’t leave, carbohydrates (Chips, Pasta and Pizza), Cosmetics (lipsticks mainly) and Books ( although I read less now a days).

Well Ill catch you all later, I’ve to go to spa for my routine massage and then may be over nice glass of red wine and glazed shrimp, ill introspect more over possessions and attachments!!

Take care !

 

 

cacophony
Inspiration, life

Move On !!

For few dimes less in our pockets  

don’t fret ,let’s just move on….

Around you are bigger mansions than 

the squalor you dwell in don’t think

let’s just move on… 

Watching your only child play with

herself again, simply smile and

let’s  just move on…

The neighbour got a sparkling new

car, one that you will never own let be

and let’s  just move on….

Once again the boss didn’t bother  to

shack your hand, let it be and 

just move on….

The famed little black dress deceived 

you once more, it never fit you right?

Don’t sink ,just move on…

You waited enough for that kiss whose 

taste you never had …

Move on for there are no penance or

redemption yet, not everything in the

world  has a reason nor everything

meant to make any sense! 

 

 

 

 

wind's tale
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Inspiration, Legend, Nature, poetry, Spirtual

A Wind’s Tale

Started at 3 pm to look for morality,
Hours minutes pass by,
Walking waiting sleeping
But road to morality seemed long
On the curvy path few are busy,
Some in slumber, some don’t 
really care…

My guardian angel texted ” do not disturb”
Keep on marching, keep on trudging 
Perhaps one must ask what is the way
Met a wasted drunkard 
Stretching on the cracked pavement

Taste this nectar from the gods
You will find what you seek
I too was once like you
Follow the direction of the wandering wind
Swaying, dancing, howling 
It knows what you look.

Seven days and seven nights,
Chased the promiscuous wind from coast to coast.
Shrieking, screeching it leap up to me
With a licentious laughter…
Here you come finally like many,
Did you know ,I was cursed long ago.

To screech and sing in darkness,
For my promiscuity banished long ,
To consummate with hollow vacuums
To make love to woods in the dark,
For my crime, as she said
Two casual tears trickled down her gaunt cheeks
I dared to love thunder under the nose of clouds.
For which exiled to perpetual nothingness,
Fornication is a blasphemy in the book of creator.

While I yell, cry in empty voids,
Thunder is gracing the blue sky.
Morality is the privilege of very few
It’s the luxury of those who dwell in sky
As final words were said, thunder growled in the sky ,
Lighting struck on the nearby tree,
Scared and naked she vanished into woods.

Tanya Shukla

Inspiration, poetry, Self-Help

An Ordinary Beauty

Today once again in
A celebration of a beauty
So ordinary, blew me a candle 
Ordered a velvet cake 
Smeared some face paint
Painted lips red 
Put on those choo heels 
And performed ablutions to Medusa
The goddess of our kinds 
Hollowed eyes, sunken cheeks 
Frizzy hair, flabby flesh 
Sagging bosom, plunging neck 
Echoing an average tale 
Of a working woman’s face 
Not your usual Grecian model 
Nor Venus, nor Aphrodite,  
No circassian wasp-waisted
Beauty embellished in Indian jewels 
Very own pin-up doll in
The living room just back from
Nine to five shift, sultrous
Hot and sweaty as hell, 
Crownless queen of a 
Bankrupt sultanate, a familiar 
Unsung belle in the kitchen of your harem 
Tinkling copper pot and pans, 
Ruffling golden knives and forks 
Castrated in a golden cage 
Woman of a ruined withered ottoman sultan 
Nonetheless a seductress in her own right. 

Train
Inspiration, Legend, Nature, poetry

A Lone Train

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk…

A lone train screeches

as it travels through

the hollower valleys

and gasping Wastelands

 

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk…

Piercing through the

bare empty winds

bursting into open clouds

thundering straight into

the darker nights on

narrowest bridges

 

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk…

carrying in it the ghost

passengers, yes those lost

trekkers pacing across

the numb eerie silences

keeping  wrecked promises

 

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk…

stopping at  the haunted

junctions of few spirited

bandits, headless inherited

curse of slained and martyred

those slaughtered and mattered

to some cause.

 

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk.

The train trails along

Cracked tracks beyond

Dense woods, those wronged

Pilgrims but still moves on

on lonely lanes treasuring in it

vowed wrecked promises

of now vanished travelers 

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wound
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Inspiration, Love, Nature, poetry

Valley of Fear

Between here and over there

Respites a bleak valley of fear

Where dwells wailing widows

Behind those green meadows

Mourning deaths of bleeding lovers

An ugly cloud over it always  hovers

I sometimes halt at the fork

Deciding which trail to unlock

Every path passes the same valley

For its almost a blind alley

Shall I take the track leading

the valley where moans of bleeding

resonates or just turn back speeding

Never to turn around in that trail

Where the drab and dreary prevails

But if I turn back ill be labeled a fail

For there are tracks we must take

knowing that our hearts will break

So I continue the march to the valley

without any further tilly tally.