Ecstasy

The ecstasy in your eyes are like emerald skies,

Your touch so deep u breathe in my soul,

Your love so pure like mercurial ice,

A goblet of water couldn’t kill my thirst,

Your essence lingers on like jasmine whites,

Time and tide are not my friends,

They write a lore in their own pens,

You brightened my life like a diamond shines.

Only to kill my sun,

To douse me in the flames of night

You promised me the stars,

Only to burn me up,

You have the mermaidain effect, 

Your trance so divine, 

Its an intoxicating wine 

And I can see my soul bereaved,

But this is what you have whispered in these perilous times,

The howling wind in silent nights,

As I seek you in my frantic cries,

The only listeners are our dirty lies.

-BM

Downpours

If you were a book, i would make you my bible,
If you were a painting, i would pray you through my eyes! 
If you were a thought, i would run you a thousand times in my mind! 
If you were a flower, i would save you in the pages of time! 
If you were a heartbeat, i would skip the rest in between! 
If you were a rose, i would walk over a bed of spine! 
If you were a memory, i would fade into the past! 
If you were a distant dream, i would live a thousand lives! 
If you were a star, i would tear up the sky in a cloudy night! 
If you were a picture, i would never let u out of my sight! 
If you were a ocean, i would get lost in your immense! 
If you were a tear, i would hide you in my eyes! 
If you were my fear, i would never show you in my silent cries! 
If you were standing in the dark, i would be your moonlight! 
If you were a pain, i would let everybody hurt me again n again! 
If you were a smooth wine, i would stay intoxicated all the time! 
Even if you were sand, i would never let you run through my hand! 
But only if you existed, i would have made you mine! 
and
If you were me, you would know how much it hurts to be me! 

A Pinch of Perspective

If you ever want a perspective ask a kid and he will tell you the real joy to be derived of everything you have. They drink in every drop of the nectar they find irrespective of whether the juice is worth the squeeze. And if it wasn't then they just learn to let go and not crib and cry. I travel everyday in Mumbai local, 1st class!!! Every side for an hour and half, and I have seen the rich class traveling alongside the so called poor ones. Its a small Mumbai in itself. Everyone stands alike, smells alike and sleeps alike and if you got up to seeing your own reflection in the mirror u won't be able to make out who farted!!! You just can't tell who's who, u can't see the untouchable or the lower middle class or the guy living in hiranandani and you can't make out who is, 'criminally gay!!!' Well unless of course they want you to. Nobody screams or shouts when their imported shoes gets trampled upon or when someone drools on somebody's freshly creased shirt or the most painful of all when your nuts are left at the mercy of the crowd alighting at kurla station!!! Everyone just learns to live with it and simply no one complains. That's what i learnt in a journey of 3 hours everyday. Mumbai local teaches something everyday every journey gives a new perspective to life... it just carries on. No one knows you but they will help you catch your train on time, you will reach your destiny for sure but the time taken will be decided by the people you meet on life. Someone rightly said,"be benovelant to the people you meet on your way up, coz they will surely meet you on your way down".
The need is not to complain rather act or just live with it. On this 1st January while on my way to CRY office, a guy while boarding the local at washi was trying to get in and instead of holding the bar grabbed on to my face and broke my spectacle, that day I could have either gone blind and that might have been the end of blogging or I would have dealt with him on the train itself!!! Fortunately for both of us neither happened. In our life we are always rushing to please someone or the other and neglect the others we come across, its not that we have any obligation to acknowledge everybody but its definitely our duty to make sure they aren't harmed in our rat race. I have in these few days observed, learnt and implemented the three things that I saw...
a. Be on time if you don't want to be late.
b. Duniya me teen cheezon ke piche bhaagna padta hi hai boss... Bus, train aur ladki kyunki agar aap aadmi hain to aapko to babaji ka thullu bhi nhi milega
c. There will always be someone to forward his hand to you, but its up to you whether you want to hold on or leave it......sometimes for the good and sometimes for the worst!!!
-BM

Introspection

its not that you choose to love someone or hate anyone for that matter, its all about you not caring anymore. you become deaf to the frantic cries and blind to the bereavement, the deafening screams become silenced and muffled and with time there is no existence left for it. but why crib that you have the blood of an innocent soul on your hands. the astral becomes astray and all that is left is a bod of mass. it watches, hears but doesn't comprehend that the suns shines equally for all and the night is dark but still shines the moonlight over people's dreams. alas it doesn't dream anymore nor does it have nightmares. i call him it why because it has become an animal after all man is asocial animal but there is no more a man left in it. it is savage when threatened but will lick your hands and wag its tail when domesticated and trained to do so, you can pour all your love on to it and expect it to hug you and cry for you or feel the same pain you feel. all that touches it is sympathy. it cannot love back and you shouldn't expect it too.

congratulations you just made a terminator!!!

once the true nature is lost it cannot be reversed back. you cannot expect a departed soul to enter back its temple. no law of the land can compensate the death of emotions, you can use all the fancy words or look up the dictionary if you want some to show your unconditional affection you can adore all you want but when you just don't care anymore there is loss of words, not even Merriam Webster can come to your help then. No speech or sound of condolence can heel a bruised and wounded heart ever, each burn leaves its scars which cannot be removed. the mind by far has been compromised to strike back and take revenge, a volcanic expulsion of hatred and despise flows. it can otherwise be the donkey who will carry a sack of sand into the river and tread upon the path of its own death. although you are blinded by love it will still strike back from behind, it doesn't play chances!!!

you wouldn't want to care too much for you don't know whether you have sold your soul to the devil or it too was ripped apart!!!

- BM