WRITERS WRITE : A Short Essay

Writers write.

Writers are complicated, yet simple. They are monogamous, yet they crave diversity. They are creative, yet they destroy to create.

They break to make, not make to break. They test the strength of fragile to make them strong. They express the truth in a lie, the lie never in a truth.

They manipulate only to cut strings to make it so open, yet so indecipherable. They encrypt where they decrypt.

They worship the devil in prose to make angels pure. They worship the angels in poetry to make others see through their fall.

The rise of vices in not the grave of morality, but it's also the rise of ethics brought about by stark contrast in created imagination in the reader's mind by being totally immoral, with no morality to contrast with.

They dream illusions to create reality. Reality which never existed and can never exist. Yet, it becomes reality. Reality is their illusion.

They are magicians. They pull out rabbits, but they carry no hats. Their fiction is their lives. they live their lives, but they make destinies.

They get played out by destiny. But, they play out their own destiny. So much so, they live longer than their words that destiny let them create.

Writers are experimental. They complete them. They become them.

Writers write.

Happy Birthday (Mother)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Your hugs are blissful,
As a thousand sun rays'.
Your care is caressing,
Nurturing as honey and milk.

Your smiles, to us, bring Joy;
As Joy is brought in our creation-
So, to us, as God created you!
Love you with Love!

The Song of a Lover's Soul

To fly in my waking dreams,

Loving you, till the end of eternity.

Caressing your love with mine-

As my heartbeat sings your melody.

The fantasy of the God,

The lure of the Spirit,

The entwining of the Union,

Is my prayer devoted to you!

Kisses unborn, to touch your feet

In Reverence of your Purity,

To bathe in your Aura of Beauty,

To feel your touch of Bliss...

To be bestowed by your presence

Lasting a moment, still..

I'll catch you, in that gaze,

And make that gaze a vision of my soul.

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To love a soul absolutely, is the zenith of accomplishment, a culmination of fulfillment, even if the other person doesn't even know you exist. To love a beloved in an unloved lover's dreams, to pray for even a chance to have momentary presence in lover's life, the lover will trade it for his life, for his aim in life was to have her. Even a gaze in her eyes, is enough to satisfy the soul of the lover, and the only true bliss is to have that remembrance of joy, that vision forever, even in death.

Remembering You, My Love ...

Soothing Memories

Of You

Sing their melody.

Divinity, Radiant

In your words immortalized

In my heart

Remembering You,

My Love, My Love

Forever...

....

In the Shade of the Sky

In the Shade of the Sky,
In the veranda of my home,
I sit, I watch! On ground, I lie
Seeing Sky making a dome!

The magnificent moon gazes at me,
Spreading delicately its veil of light on its milieu,
Making earth shimmery and silvery;
Over which, sweet thoughts, in my mind renew...

The sky, studded with stars innumerable,
Twinkling with changing colors of light,
Which throughout the night, is stable-
While presenting a soothing sight.

The Celestial Sky, full of wonderful wonders!
Oh! In them, the Heavenly God lives!
O! How I wish to climb those unseen ladders-
To reach the State of Supreme Bliss!

At 700

These lasers blind my eyes-
Hugo, Boss and Brut sting
The disc's burning the floor
With the heat of feet and flirting.

To dance the night away,
The body’s taking over the soul-
Those glares and the glances
At the luxuries of the dark.

Beer, Haig, Whiskey, Wine and Champagne
Wills, Duke, and Marlboro Lights
Hookah’s smoke and glasses clink
Adding jive to the lively beats...

Hash's high and a coke's line:
The ecstasy of the pure lifting-
Like a zero gravity atmosphere
Is heavy with glamour’s shine.

All this is a party cake-
The guests belong to A-list,
Who wear laughter's as fake
As accessories adorned!

At the Club, Life's
Having colors of beauty, volatile,
The truth's hidden beneath, dark and void,
The color that is, is as black and empty as night!

A Note for Love

Love eternal carries no meaning-
In my lexicon, there art no synonyms,
For it bears everything in itself-
For, it encompasses every word.

Love's a voyage truly beautiful
And it's presence makes life complete.
It's a state of Euphoria Ultimate-
A state of Bliss, state closer to God!

It's a play- a play of trust and betrayal!
The actors put on masks that they hide.
The dances danced are the nights unknown
That sleeping morning in cool whispers blows.

If it be one with spirit, and be it for years-
If it be the first and the last- the only one,
It'll be the flower's blossom touched!
It'll be the Fountain of Youth, the Gods' Jealousy!

For Gods are lonely One! Mortals in Love, Two!
We die, but we can love and make love in all ways-
Known and Unknown, said and unsaid, nay, and more-
True Love's the Only One that even Gods kowtow!