Trails of the wandering Wolf

The hunger for written words beckons me A look into the deep and soul A dramatic passion grips me A soundless screech in a great hall Twisting shades of vivid hues Maddening any sense within Wafts of scents of red and blue Circling the world within Fire lighting them wild sinews Restlessness driving the mind Look no further. The light renews All that's smoke, ashes or sand. No sun overhead, but all in the see As the wind clears, light shining through. Memories surrounded. Bleak, undying residues.

Scouring land and deep sea In search of a soul within Abrupt rocks and waves Washing off that elusive scent Caught a glimpse of her briefly Only to be lost again. Pining and tormenting this heart of mine Yearns ceaselessly to feel again. Cogs turning, Life is flowing Slipping away, but not soon enough. Come death my way, that gentle breeze... Or pulling grappling, See her, I must. Whether time stood still Or was whisked away from under me I still see her, reminiscing... What cruel games fate plays with me. I swing and hurl blows All seeming to land their mark But hitting air. As things begin to slow... I hear those whispers. Those Coy tantrums, Sweet things I loved to hear. I open my arms in expectation. Only to be tricked once again, by the air. Air that I feel I have drawn long enough. Enough as a slave to its vital touch. I but wait for that time When I would have finally drawn enough...

I know now how it starts. It feels like today is a holiday. Like everyone goes to work to BE shallow, like a ritual. It feels like everything you do seems like a dream. And everything that someone else does seems like an idea. A concept. A concept like what if life was like this. This mundane state of existence where everyone believes that life has a purpose and that till you do not realize it, all you can do is be pushed around by it (life). As I write this, I feel a distinct drain of energy. All images, all masks... Everything that conceals the dark, gray innards, all being lifted. Setting free the rain clouds to hover and unleash their torrents. It feels like a holiday.  At first a pleasant, lightness of being. Like everything is a dream. Like you are invulnerable. Indestructible. And then you begin to sense the dissatisfaction of eternal satisfaction. Like there is no purpose. There is no reason. There is no life. Just persistence. Like you have aged a million years in a spa...

Labels scare the shit out of me. Since the time we are born we get stamped with labels. Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Isaiah. Higher caste, lower caste. Small town, developed city. And the newer ones that always seem to offend someone or the other. LGBTQ and a few more obscure letters. A dozen different sexualities and a hundred different orientations formed from those sexualities. Feminists, menimists (apparently "menimists" hasn't caught on with the Google dictionary... I bet that will offend someone). What the hell happened​ to just being human? Or is the "man" in human offensive to some pseudo-feminists? Ooh! Another label! We pretend to unite for a cause by causing several more partitions. And what's more? We get offended by the mere sight of the opposing party. (I bet that offends the "neutral" or diplomatic population) We refuse to see and instead relate. Relate to our memories. Relate to our assumptions. Relate to our impulses, obsessions and emoti...

March! March! Marching on! Trunks, massive and old; Wither and fall. Revs and rumbles Uprooting, trailing splinters. Yellow machines Reducing green to cinders. March! March! Marching on! Camouflaged steel; Crushing bony offal. Venomous microphones, Hateful cones. Dividing sheep and Making violent drones. March! March! Mar-! A wash of white! A sphere of plumes... Silence... Silence at last! But wait, look! Alas! A sky of darkness, Weeping on morbid dirt. Silence, silence, silence at last... A stillness, stiffness; A petrified past. And then they chose To rise again. A ray of hope, a heart-shaped green. A start over, with newer friends...

I don’t know what I am going to write… As usual. I am mostly confused whether I should talk to myself or to someone else. I have these urges of spending time with other people. But, at the same time there are barely any people I like spending time with. I over-think things, because that is the only way I can create enough noise to change my mood as soon as things get dark. That, and because I’m compulsively creative (for the same purpose). I am purely reflective. i.e. I am versatile to get into any role a person or situation demands. But this versatility is also damaging to my identity. I suffer from basic problems like not knowing what I like or dislike. I cannot do those, “Quick! Tell me what you want to do right now!” kind of games. While most people lose all layers and dig out their identity after that statement, I go blank. Because I do not want anything. I have no desires in life, nor aim, nor purpose. And hence, no ambition. I can pick up a piece of paper on the street because...

With Fear and dread overcome, Moments dampening my spirit. There is a brand new world Made for me but I ain't in it. These roles that I choose And the masks that I wear Ripping holes; I stagger confused As I'm slowly stripped bare. Shadows and silhouettes, Shifting me like I'm broken. I can't find my heart Though I'm torn open. I cry not for shame, I guess Because shame's just a token, A mark, to show the mess That you can expiate, once spoken. In a lucid dream I lay, Not sleeping, nor awakened. A suspended immortality Not living, nor dead.

A crystal bead of a million hues, Awakening to calls Of a boundless tune. Slipping and falling to forces unknown. Pulling and striving for a glimpse At the strings and rays of a breaking dawn. A sight so satisfying, so clear and united Surrender manifesting, bowing blades of green. Ready, now, to answer. Leaping in faith. Alone in its descent, in a solitary existence. Swirls of gray, forming A sky full of wishes. Unanimous in surrender; Beads of a million hues. Awakening from slumber; Uniting rain and solitude.

1. If you can define freedom, it's not really freedom, is it? 2. A child's curiosity is insatiable... The day it is satiated, is the beginning of adulthood and it's the most disheartening thing to see. 3. Books are like glass... They show you your magnificent reflection when there is darkness outside and show you the beautiful outside when there is darkness inside. 4. If you want to know the truth in any religion, ask the "big guys" what they consider sacrilege. 5. It's no wonder that silence resonates with us; well, figuratively speaking. It is after all the body's natural state... 6. Funnily enough, you don't have to be happy to help someone else find happiness... Although, in the process you might accidentally find something that makes you happy... 7. We are brought into conditions unwillingly, become situations obliviously and then shape conditions unknowingly. What you do today does change the world, whether you want it or not. 8. ...

A zealous gust, feathers a-ruffling; Eyes closed in silence, listening. Whispers of life, yet far from realising We're all but one, no matter where we're flying. Looking below, a depthless abyss. Memories of the sun's soft, warm kiss... We take the fall, drop into a glide and miss Traps and thorns revealing nostalgic vivids...

Crawling out of the obscure darkness, Seeping into your brain. Hints and waves of sharpness; Of thunder and orchestrated rain. Crashing, then receding An ecstatic hold on souls. Surrendering and tapping As it rushes from brain to soles... Tickling and thumping With every rise and fall. A world of beats syncing, Melding into a united call. Calling, pulling you deeper within Swirls of ancient calls Hidden and sunken beings Awakening and returning the calls. And every light and hue Of earth and seas and all A symphony growing and spreading; Infecting and uniting them all...

Never date a dreamer He’ll take you on a journey into his world, A world of hidden hues and exotic blooms. You will see the world in but a grain of sand; Time will stop and you won’t see the hand. Never date a dreamer He will sway your mind… His conviction turns dreams into reality. A reality so infectious, It trails the world behind. Never date a dreamer His thoughts make fiction less stranger. His eyes fail to look But gaze through and see all that is And all that will ever be. Never date a dreamer You may understand him. Because he wants you to Though to most he seems distant Because they fail to see that fickle route…

Kinaare bandhi naav Halki si lehrati si. Yaad karti un toofano ko Jo de gaye yaad bhare ghaav Kinaare bandhi naav Chhupe dardo ko sehlati si Saavan chale dhup jale Saanse thami wo naav... Palatti duniye ke Din se raat milati wo shaam Machliyan choome badan Yaad dilati wo bhare ghaav Kinaare bandhi naav Sehlati lehro ko, bikharte ret me Hawaon ke geet sunti Bas yaadein ginti woh naav...

Kick off your shoes And walk on the ground, Stony or smooth, Just circle around. Shove aside Those notes and issues; Hang back your head And look to the moon. Wonders so simple, So little so trivial. And yet so large They renew the soul. Sounds of laughter Shattering windows. Opening doors To untreaded roads. How do we get so confused? Weighted and staggering with The darkening of hearts. Unbearable silence that tears us apart. Like gears in the sand Or tears in the rain. Insignificance devouring Feeding off joys and pain. Make no mistake, Both feelings're so true. Helping each other Clearing their dues. If only you'd stop And listen those tunes; Those whistling winds And life's conduits. Maybe we are just Sparks and dews. Yearning to reunite Forsaking all dues...

Love with an open heart, Wounds and wonders combined. Life will sever and drive apart Revealing madness in the sanest minds The darkness transforms into swerving shades That come and go before they fade. Figure lined up along the wall Tempting, teasing , making you sprawl. You give in. Trying to fill that hole. The absence taunts you. Claws at your guts. Birthing a new person in you. It drives you insane And yet you strive on. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. The cliche you pretend to have never heard. And you walk barefeet on those nails. You awaken and see the shroud Being pulled over your eyes, You remember those fires that you tried Putting off with ice. You scream and drive yourself crazy. Shutting off all that noise that creaks like A parasite. Gnawing and scratching at you from the inside. You fall asleep. Oblivious to the din. Plunging in the darkness. That comforting darkness, And the silence you so crave...

Why is it so hard to be a good person? Is it because we do not know the meaning of good? Maybe if we weren’t taught that praying to God is a good thing, to serve him is good and so on. Kids are always more receptive then adults. As we grow older, we develop a thicker skin. Always viewing anything new with a scepticism to avoid getting hurt or to avoid getting mocked. As kids, it’s easy to believe. Being exposed to “religion” at this time can be extremely damaging. We learn the definition of “good” and “bad” from a relative point of view and once you learn this, you wouldn’t want to learn something again. Would you? As we grow up, we start seeing the meaning of these two words in a different light. However we reject it and refuse to look at it because that voice in your head says, “C’mon, I already know that stuff. This is just someone trying to test me.” No, it is not a test. It’s just life. Things just happen. Plain and simple. You can choose to get involved, or stay out of it. ...

I feel no breeze, nor scorching sun Unweathered, I face the storms and rain. Fear has left me, so's sorrow As they shoveled in the mud and grain. I witness tales of reminiscent woes As whispered under hues of blue and gray Fading into sounds of bees and birds As they alight on my nameless grave Time seems still and yet it flows As the "constant" unfolds in "constant change" No tears nor words now seem to stir me As I begin to ascend from my nameless grave...

That whiplash when you see that funny-man in the movie, the one with that gentle smile and an open heart the one who seems as vulnerable and has a core as delicate as yours and you just want to hug him... And you realize that you are not that young boy anymore and that man has passed on... #RobinWilliams

Life is like a box of chocolates... Some nuggets are bitter, some sweet. Some spicy like the Lindt chili dark chocolates. They are challenging but you can't resist that tempting, exotic cocoa. You want to stop savoring that unpredictable flavor and that well remembered aroma of dark, hypnotic chocolate when you think you've had enough or when you taste a flavor that you find unappealing. Yet, you continue digging. Hoping to find that one flavor that you'd remember forever. That one flavor you'd never want fading away...

http://thoughtcatalog.com/brianna-wiest/2014/07/18-struggles-of-having-an-outgoing-personality-but-actually-being-shy-and-introverted/