February 08, 2019
Talking loud speaking truth.
It asks my maiden name.
I respond of its irony of why thy shall ask something he aint willing to let out.
He responds with a let out a shout.
Crys me his power
Throws me a trout
For when I ask him same question
Irony flies out
August 20, 2016
Beseech me off my dreams.
They ask me to carry me,
Across whence shadows free.
Prospective gesture prudent behaviour
Perceived past circumstances
Questions quote currency
Trial duo, ask around
Of seas, country and old men
Ask how many they are.
Who to take out?
Whence they are?
They blind me ask around
As dark rate hench coat
They search me off my dreams
Off dreams is what am made of
Across when shadows free.
August 11, 2015
July 03, 2015
May 26, 2015
May 20, 2015
Sinister blue craving dew.
Pondering glances of sunny lewd.
Of one thy many the showers of many.
Run o rain pungent pain
In dry bosom of cleaving illusions.
The aroma of coma
Of smell of drona.
Intrusion infusion of deafening conclusions.
Tyranny mischief off gleam of my sleeve,
Foggy phonetic of Mr. Poetic.
Rubbish for say folking my play.
A pat a tat a rickety clap.
A tap a dance swinging jazz.
To hail a ham ones tonsil gland.
or devour the beast with one last glance.
Love constant life.
Constant is fiest.
April 21, 2015
August 12, 2014
July 11, 2014
To lower your expectations,
To peek a little glance.
To mock a feeble chance.
Dear miracle man,
Why is it a mercy
To shine a little rainbow,
when Zeus is a little thirsty.
Mr miracle man
Why shine it now
Do you wish to see us bow?
Is that a little hubris
Oh yes you little man
thou shall a little dance
for whence I see my wrath
to end, thy minor had.
Why curse the fellow truth
to curb the growing fool
Oh create another world
To rule another ghoul.
Ghoul is just a tyrany
A bloody mary irony
The chalice holds the truth
the burnt story of food.
Of survival this little man
Pay for its fool and clan
You have to have thy time
to create a whole new mime
A mime of my respect
Of time and dine at best
Entrain a golden pooch
Of me of who I am
I shall train a goof.
June 17, 2014
To hail into heaven,
Is tahr far cry.
The call of the cavern
The beauty deny
It asks for forgiveness
To tell a lie
To bleach in dire sorrow
To cry calm deny
Remember few words
Few memoirs of thee
Of blessings he borrows
For life in thy
For letting them dwell
Nocturn noid nay.
Nostal void why?
June 08, 2014
The gods have gifted, a book of love and of remedies. It tells you about who and when what will happen which would lead you array or away from your chosen path. It walks you by the bell. The leash of conduct through your virtues and values. Bringing you close to tour sense of being. As time is just an illusion. It leads you through non existence of serenity with no reason but your own thoughts. All in your head, lead by hunger and lust.
Hunger and the heart poise cocktion of adventure and the end of it all.
May 22, 2014
B: Because they relate to it.
A: Why do people relate it with themselves?
B: Because either they get offended or they like it.
A: Why do would they get offended if its not directed towards them.
B: Because they are insecure about it.
A: So they backlash at you for that.
B: 3 options; Backlash, Cry or they take it out on someone else.
A: Or they could just ignore.
A: Did you just ignore me?
A: I hate you.
C: WTF just happened.
May 19, 2014
May 12, 2014
As shes the earth that reaps life. That nurture wisdom through dire nights. That mother earth was named as thy. While mother nature gives us plied. To salu my mother who is obliged, to lend a hand to innocent cry. O mother of mine you are so right, to ripe my purpose, for me to fly. — with Papiya Sengupta.
March 21, 2014
Priceless as price rise, so do my friends.
Painless as pain cries, so does my breathe.
As I die a day at a time.
Relentless and futile to things of life.
Talk as I lose attachment.
Materials to men to things that surround us.
To move past these is to day at a time.
To cause an effect.
To resonate an effect.
This effect prolongs life.
Domino effect prolongs life.
Movement moves life.
As the water ceases to move,
Life stops, death succumbs.
Stating life itself is a repercussion of the giant wave,
splashing towards ends with no means.
Why, The day this ceases is why cause and effect cease.
Halting wheels of time in adjacent to calming of waves.
Ending reaction, pretending inner peace.
Is why, life is motion of emotion of waves.
Waves when cease is why.
Inner peace when pleases life to its end.
January 13, 2014
January 03, 2014
Mujhe ek kahani likhni hai....meri zindagi ki. Adhoori hai filhaal. Dil bharke likhke main aa jaoonga tumhare pass. Filhaale yeh rooh bas darta hai. Kapta hai aur poochta hai ke main kaun aur kyun hoon. Ke jeena ka magzad dhoondh raha hoon main. Woh ab mila hai toh jeena shuru karna hai.
Values from people you admire. Your parents, teachers, situations, etc. And then we are in love. The significant other reflects on you and influences you. This changes for better or for worse if the significant other talks of the past as this past reflected on her. A push and pull of fate wuntill you either find a balance or are consumed by it.
November 13, 2013
October 24, 2013
Progress is a numbskull ideology. The desire for more creates greed and unsettles the balance of nature. Balance is satisfaction and the natural course of life. Curiosity towards the "Why" is a better development of the mind and spirit of the living, than the concept of progress which has its price of taking a toll on nature, that created us in the first place. Embracing and questioning nature is a balance that needs to be struck than the idea of progress.
August 10, 2013
July 18, 2013
May 19, 2013
May 10, 2013
April 20, 2013
April 19, 2013
khuda ke vaste kategi zindagi toh khuda hi paros le iss nachiz ko.
Ke mohabbat hi rahe deewanon mein, na parose woh apni khudgarzi.
parose toh samayenge, parose toh lutayenge.
Na parose toh tum parkhon humein.
Parkho toh jano ke kewal mohabbat hai aur na koi khudgarzi.
bas mohabbat hai humesha.
lafzon ko bayan na karke lafson ki ehmiyat tak hi rehne do
na lafzon mein yun kho gaye toh lfzon ke munasif ban jayenge
aur lafzon ke malik ko bhul jayenge
April 15, 2013
April 14, 2013
+ It mused its place in nature, creating chaos and havoc midst stirs of vibrant extravagant of ruthless mundane course of unplugged vibrations.
+ Things perish as flowers bloom into rendezvous.
And then it is all there is a sense of emptiness, closing down the whispers of life into its mundane existence.
I thought that I had died and that it wont be a suicide if i die. I will just cease to exist.
+ Vanity was t`was true with full disclosure. Insanity is closure. Cognition of self disclosure is Insanity, purest form of vanity.
Thus comes self impudence and impertinent recognition to nature.
Ruthless selfless correlative kindness to dysfunction and irrational judgement to system.
+ Single perpendicular moron
Splendid serpentuous carmine
A specular stupendecular spectrum spontaneous suspententine cerebral spendum.
+ This power hungry craving energy that bursting through my veins calls for a reality check.
A check so vengeance powerful it takes everything along with it, including the lone wolf.
The dire need of raw adrenaline.
Be yourself and yet be polite,
subliminal half truth.
+ Chaos is retrospective
Chaos is my friend
Chaos is my doppelganger
Chaos is my trend
Serving none other than immortality.
While writing truce, beating clues to their inanity.
The hollow shell that cease to see a mortal draw its inane boundaries of human shell.
This shell that we seek is in its own rhythm for a vital sign of regress.
A regress for one the sanity is questioned.
Asked rigorously. Questioned vigorously of its fulfillment.
Where an inane space is filled with nothing but the scope for imagination.
This space pushes ideas and guilt persuades limitations to movement.
And risks bare collateral damage while burst of tear scorch ashes off stone.
Quantitative measurements create strings and bare science creates possibilities.
A spark ignites flames while a pinch excites blames.
Citing synonymous colloquial conditions defining forms of limitations.
Stating from the birth of a being to its death and after.
Planned yet pre-planned with rituals.
He reaped thy sowed; death to being by nothing more than a mere stick on fire.
To soul by nothing than the flush of flood.
No faith to cling onto. Its clean as the mere sight of inanity.
April 11, 2013
A day came where life looked like a bitch and he took everything in what was in the physical way.The five senses working closely to tell him that everything he smelled or saw touched heard or tasted was how things were. Thats that was the truth. He got hurt. Depressed morose he cussed and cussed until the day cam he resort to physical violence. Running after them with a knife as a release was necessary to vent it all out. Never hurting but teh fear others had of him was enough. He felt the only thing that gave him the sense of righteousness was god. That he was the one in whose eyes he was true Until the day he betrayed him. The earth shook and withheld a ton with him. The fire crossed paths and burnt like a toil on the cost of the living. The betrayal was a reckoning to much greater evil. That led to the start of a New Era. A surpassing of a dose of the same medicine of betrayal the boy felt. He let it out with a laugh. A tusk of sarcasm of pure poison for the one who treated him the same. Still the same for the same evil. With the hope that that's how it should be. Tit for tat. One who reaps sows his own evil. The boy rose to a path where he felt close to the living dead The buddhas and the hitlers. The ones who made a difference. He was so on his hubris that the dead feared him. The poison split oaks and tired the need to surpoise futility. Resentment was an understatement. Until the day the one close to him. The one he could relate to, the one who he was to be passed. The world gave another shook. This time was of the same turmoil as the first one. Coiled within him a monster released. This monster still lurking in his brain. Diluting what it sees and letting go. The boy let goes any desire to live. Suicide was not an option as birth never was he resorts to living. Living till his last breathe. He still is. An incomplete story with no sorrow or mundane life. He still is. in a hope and a realization that he has to let go, of feelings be good or bad and that this living is an option to try new things. To live and let go and that even thy death dues part no regret shall pass judgement. That giving or taking aint the same and that any matters makes no difference to finishing everything there is to try.
The selflessness consumed be boy came to be any living entity with a soul.
April 07, 2013
April 03, 2013
Kahaan takhdeer pe simti yeh lakeeron ki kameen hai.
Jahaan kudrat likhte likhte thak jaye
wahaan navazein toh parosee nahin jati.
The name Nishant is derived from the Sanskrit name for dawn or the end of night. In Sanskrit Nisha (निशा) means 'Night' and Ant (अन्त) means 'End', Hence Nishant means the end of night or the first ray of the morning sun. Alternatively, Nishant also means the end of darkness of knowledge or a new beginning.
April 02, 2013
March 05, 2013
February 11, 2013
Cry my clutter
to vain insanity
of blurred vanity
Obscure as it maybe,
With truth i shudder
The obscure mutter of dead and vengeance.
The clarity of utter.
The very slender culprit.
The con of a stutter.
To very spoken cold drift.
The drowning little butter.
The slip, the slide, the splash , the cut.
The pool the murder. The jist of huddle.
The myth of Mayan , the gift of Ayan.
To death of defying.
January 28, 2013
January 02, 2013
A better world is a result of "Survival off the fittest", not "Survival of the fittest"_from the one who is selfless.
As things start to wither.old bones creep in. And you notice not just the pain that comes with it, but the humble relation to a stranger.
No matter how old he is, he is living. Whatever reality mite it be it tells life is a fiscal reality, a reality based off off survival. Where Survival prowess maturity, knowledge, power or wisdom. The warmth that curbs the cold is much more powerful than any emotion.
Everything comes secondary to survival. Relations emotions are all relative when survival is met.
This in itself curbs all dreams and curiosity. Survival raises as your power to withstand pain is enough.
I have realized today that I am selfish. That the fact the man had crutches doesn't prove nothing, but that that slither of old hands slip off his leg, spelled honesty to the crutches. And that the crutch was never used as pity, proves the power of the soul and mockery of survival. That this undefeated relentless purpose we have makes no sense at the end. That what we connect to as emotions or as people has no relevance to life. as survival is always going to be a priority.
Survival is life.
December 20, 2012
December 16, 2012
November 24, 2012
Questions the only reason to be alive.
Or its just the hope to find answers.