ClashedBeaks

Down the road, I see two lanes. If I choose the one at right, it suggests me to follow my parent's words. Get an average job which will get me a decent pay and an average lifestyle. Considering the kind of person I am, there is some obvious details to this future which for some reasons seem inevitable. I will grow more somber, more aloof and distant from the world and might recline into a alcoholic lifestyle wherein I hold my parents responsible for my unhappiness.  The other  lane is even less paved. This needs me to follow recklessly my passions. Unskilled, as I am, it might be even more painful to tread this road. Person like me, who hitherto has lost at all duels, lack confidence and courage to make it big down this road. If I make it, create a big banner wreathed with fame and fortune, then life would be worth sharing with someone but in case I fail, if I couldn't win over my negativity and couldn't hone and polish certain skills, then there would be no one but myse

  Lucid view of my atrocious face, you'll visit the temple of satanic realms; Had I not closed my eyes, to the light ahead me, darkness invited me to obscurity; It's a cliche to say that I've fallen in dark; Do I've a path through this wilderness,  I'ld folow it to redeem my soul.                                                         ©  2016  VIREN

In the light of mirth or morose He stays ablaze and winces Nothing in the world soothes his self And more he sinks in distress A ruthless eye had found him Upon him is his gaze Beelzebub is the bearer's name And his soul is his claim When he found a place in this world He thought the slavery had come to an end But knew not he of being free And the road he walked never saw a bent.                                                                          © 2016  VIREN

She claims she hates, She shows no love, Yet she quenches thirst of hunger, They feed on her body, And shatters her pristine abode, She asks to world "Why you watch? If morality is declining in you, Then why not you tag along? Do come to steal my humanity, Do not hesitate of your own morality, If pity would’ve left in Pandora’s box, You could’ve reasoned your pusillanimous, But no right you’ve to pity my state. I’m happy to see this lusty human stage, A day will dawn When I’ll loose the vigor to stand, My soul will reside in heaven For loosing not to those stuck in sand of lust."   © 2016  VIREN

All romantic movies end with a sensible yet on an unrealistic note, a cool boy falls for an innocent, sweet and beautiful girl. I say it is 'sensible' because a  long-loving-relationship  continues with a sensible girl but 'unrealistic' because in reality it has become nearly impossible nowadays to find girls who don't make ardent efforts in dramatizing their facade. Silver screen has shown us Naina of ‘YJHD’, Meera of ‘Cocktail’ or Nirjara of ‘Tere Naam’. Heroes always fell for such girls, but, why don’t the real girls get the obvious idea of being naive enough to make a guy fall for them genuinely.But then they have their body which needs to be decorated to lure boys to their manipulative cobweb of what they phrase ‘love’. ‘Love’ is a mask which is to their vantage of proving their win over stupid boys who go for fake rather than real. There will be girls with more sensibility and sincerity but they won’t be painting their naturalness with lo

‘Yes we’re dead’, say sulking dead ‘Our bodies were left and no grave was made, apparent fear is what everyone shows, not one come close to lift our souls.’ Death did come to look at our face, Went ahead without giving us grace, Left are we with a persecuted self, Looking in others for a comforting solace. On one sunny Sunday, Mrs. Mary came ‘It seems so sad in this barren land’ All flowers here die, such a woe in air, I’ll give this land my love of its share.’ Vehemence in us she drove right away ‘She’s a christian soul’, we cried every day ‘Sententious alchemy is in all her ways.’ Esurience for her presence could be felt in our says. Like a halcyon she clamed our beast Reverence for her in us was no least Iron-clad were we to her presence We relished her state of celibacy. On one gloomy Sunday a man came With dagger in hand and greed in eyes Barged into cottage of Mrs Mary Slaughtered her and stole her case She joi

‘Life’ is a valuable gift that we possess, a very beautiful, enchanting thing that one can possess, but what exactly is life? You just can’t define it, there could be myriad definitions, to sum it up in one single meaning will be like equivocating its possibilities. Life is eternal, one life may be like a sand particle compared to the vast universe but then one life in itself could be a vast process proliferating with opportunities. Great teacher Tien’tai concise a single moment to have three thousand possibilities. Buddha said that life cannot be purchased even for the price of an entire world system. Life’s magnificence and greatness cannot be contemplated succinctly but searching for its true meaning will lead us to the path which had been walked by many great personalities. This search will introduce one to the greatest journey of their life, an enthralling, enticing and a happy journey. On walking this path, we’ll be able to see the big picture drawn by life itself. It’ll

Going through the first few pages of ‘Veronika decides to die’, I came across this non-compos-mentis thought (google it silly), ‘what’s the easiest way to die?’ I have confidence in believing that most must have thought of this senile and bizarre idea at some point in their life.  But the more I ponder upon this idea, I come to no conclusion, I mean think about the pain that will accompany you till you reach the brink of your death. Death is always painful, to you first and to others later. To believe no one else cares for you and going all misanthrope with your thoughts, just for one moment think about the leftover of you and by leftover I mean your dead body to be precise. Die either way; remains of you are not going to perish away without being a cumbersome leftover for others. But let this idea on rest for this time, plunging back to the previous thought, ‘how many easy ways are there to die?’ Let me put it straight - none. If you still let tempestuous thoughts of dying m

Chieftain had his daughter slain For falling in love with a devil Chieftain had his daughter’s lover slain For the devilish deeds of her lover Chieftain was no sagacious being Had no wisdom to his vantage Beadsmen were all around him But lacked he respect for a craftsman His daughter’s lover sang her a serenade This to Chieftain was a wild bassoon As he had no taste for a soothing music Chieftain made his daughter’s lover meet his doom Throng watched this vile act Marred was Chieftain’s image But Chieftain had his redundant pride And Chieftain had his daughter slain Words then went around the valley That the land is better acephalous The Chieftain has no wisdom to his vantage The Chieftain is pernicious They slain him and had him burned Improvised was a play on Chieftain Since then is the tale heard and said There was a Chieftain who had his daughter slain                                                    © 2016  VIREN