Maunders

Google Image What fun it would be to ring the bells and run away to a far away location  and listen ...listen to something that was created by you .Because music coming from a distance location has put me into situations where I see the strings entangled in such a misery or mystery that  it becomes impossible to bring them back in shape but strangled strings are so musical that it feels nice to listen to them. How  can  365 Days of a year create music and misery at the same time ?I have always abstained from  counting days because they don't bring any enthusiasm to the already slipping days with no such reasons to smile or create smiles on others faces.I have also been suppressing my abstract thoughts because they are too gloomy and I don't have reasons to justify that .But now I am counting  days ,maybe that would make me busy and help me understand that days are passing..passing in a strange fashion where I want to say something that I have no ...

                                                                    Google Image It is a bliss to decipher the voices within the congested locations Ruminants of rampant desires outrightly escape within the minutes of minutes.An underlying escapism works which give rise to still caricatures,each struggling to find a hope in the motionless motions and emotions . How wonderful would it be exchange  laughs for buying all the necessities of life.It is disappointing how a motionless and lifeless thing such as this:                                       ...

Last time we saw those pavings ,some painful past ,full of agony was hidden somewhere in the heart of each of us.The departure could have been better if we laughed and giggled a bit before leaving .I just wonder, if the house we left could have been a bit lively and didn’t disturb me every now and then in the immaterial sketches of my dream. There lies a grudge. Still somewhere ..of leaving you all alone there ,with the echoes of the family talks which we had! In my dream I realised that there was something alive between the bricks and stones of the house we left behind,and suddenly ,it struck that how easy it was for us to move because we could walk but you were standstill..so still that stillness felt shame for not being able to move! It is sometimes hard to understand why the realisation sweeps the emptiness of an empty day into a day where you could possibly think of everything that you would have otherwise have never thought of.That day I realised that most busy days are the...

Who wants to be distracted when distraction are like gloomy pictures of a buried album.A tight slap on the past is all that is needed to drag us out of the dreamy world we have inherited  from our childhood traumas and trysts. Distractions,though not good enough ought to be inculcated ,because that is the life and that's the only reality . With our closed eyes, we face the reality a tight slap from your own hand And a scar built on the castle of caricatures With our bent fingers , We point to the genuineness a scratch on your   own soul .. And a big blow to those hopping desires I sit quietly .. I sit firmly .. With my closed eyes , I tried to experience the reality ... Dumbstruck , I try to erase the moving pictures .. But these closed eyes , they have vividly built a panorama .. That lady with a child on her lap had  pale eyes.I could feel the shivers inside her eyeballs. They   move re...

If I turned a wheel for 30 seconds and stared at a dark space, nothing in my mind would go blank or dark .Because, for me, darkness is when everything in mind goes null or void. But, as wheel is already in motion…..why would dark spaces haunt me? The motion of wheel would hover over my mind and darkness might be neglected... Maybe, that’s what life is!                     Dark, in a motion...                     Dark, in a loop…going round and round!! Don’t search for coherency in what I’m writing now; because presently my thoughts are in continuous motion trying to search for consistency and clarity .And by the way, I don’t even want them to come out of my mind in an organized way Because they are busy..  DANCING, GIGGLING, SOBBING AND TRANSFORMING themselves into MEMORY. ...

Hole,empty and space are a few words which have nothing.Nothing means a trench.It can carry two meanings.Either we can link them with an another word 'distance' because if there is a trench,gap or a hole ,then there is nothing in between and if there is nothing in between ,how do we connect? even sound needs something 'in between' to travel. Or, that gap in between 'holes','space' or 'trench' is a bridge. This bridge is a synonym of 'h umbleness','shyness ' generosity' or 'magnanimity' . 'That Gap' is a bea utiful gap. The shyness and silence which spark the flames of love between two lovers is started with 'a gap',a gap of  strange silence ,lack of words and emptyness.Slowly and slowly,this gap acts as a bridge.This bridge is built with words and little activities but 'that gap' had it's own magic. 'That gap' between elders and younger or a teacher and student is an another bea...

A blank page is a sheer blessing.A page with ink painted on it,gives us a miserable feeling of disgust.You want to pen down your thoughts but this  page with thousand words written on it ,gives you  a hard- knock. But an empty street  denotes  dearth of voices.A street with voices echoing after each step gives you a feeling of hope.Because your voice,even if it echoes ,denote  loneliness .We need,we all need a few more voices to maintain the pitch and to beat the loneliness on lonely streets. But there is a sad moment after each step we cover on streets.Two kind of people always accompany you side by side.This is like a an another classification of society.At one step,you find people with unbeatable strength to beat the level of hope and stiffness you carry inside your heart and then,their are people like a Post Card You never know what is in the store until you open that envelope A post- card is much like a live human being.It gives you a blank feeling and ...