Perplexed Memory

My opponent speaks :

" My Lord , My witness here has seen

Experienced the grief

The accused has no reason to plead

He has cold bloodedly murdered

The inner voice indeed !
"I defend my voice with vigor and scream

"Objection your honor !!

My opponent is misleading the jury !

Then calling my witness , I speak:

"What were you doing that abominable night ?

"My witness -The conscience speaks :

"I-I woudn't know , i was asleep

"Then my opponent ventures into my witness's weak

"You have no memory ?

No recollection ?

Of the helpless girl lying there ,

injured to bleed?

"No-no sir ,I woudn't say that ,

I certainly heard her cry for help ,

But my courage stood back

As i fought with myself

"So you heard her scream ?

And you let her be ?

Lying there helplessly ?

"My witness's frame now withering

Reduced to tears , he began to speak

" I-I would've helped

I would've saved the dying human being

But the numbness had seeped

into every bit of me

The time was ticking away

Like a time bomb at bay

In my confused state

My heart beats raced

"Then slowly he looks up and says :

" I blame myself ,I was her only help

Now the burden I shall partake "

Seeing my witness -The conscience wither and speak
I restlessly sit hoping to end the ordeal

Then a tear drips ,

without a blink

I seem to predict ,

what my opponent is here to speak

He smirks at me and meticulously speaks

" There , My Lord ,

The witness spilled out

the soul guilt the Jury seeks

The accused had definitely murdered his inner voice indeed

"Then the jury speaks :

" It is evident that the defendant's conscientiousness

has accepted the guilt

No punishment here,

As he is forgived

Acceptance is the biggest gift "

The sprawling walls of the court I see

Swirl around and hurriedly flee

I wake up from my unconscientious self

And dwell into thoughts of what befell

It seemed , forgiving myself was the hardest task ,

"These fights with my conscience will forever last "

fatema

An accident

Swimming through the streets
Skimming the breeze
At a decent speed ,
Its soothing feel , kept me cuddled in a dream
The evening sun falling down
making it serene

But slowly the scenic sky
turns dark and forbiding
Impossible for me to see

A sudden glare of oncoming lights
Blocks my vision complete
I struggle to see
And all i believe ,
"There 's nothing there indeed "

A deadly turn then smirks at me
And a raging truck in full speed
Screaches in front of me
The cry of death screaming inside my stunted head
Magnifies to unaudible shrieks
The impending doom

Freezes all my moves
Then seconds past
Its montrous shadow casts
Its ugly head on me
A flash of light
A deafening fright
And I seem to scream ,
The truck unaware just seems to stare
Into my meek bike there
A crashing hit , a sinking fit
Flinging me somewhere

An abrupt halt ......
Head first into concrete
Scraping every bit of me
The flush of blood
Like a gushing stream
Pouring in reality
Lying in semi-conscientiousness

I breathe ......
A scarred face
A broken leg
Some hope , still left in me

A crowded scene ,
In discontinued visions i see
The pity , The gasps,
This unreasonable crap seems to unveil

Mysteriously a car arrives
And someone
Angelic I believe ,
Stands by my side
Steady , calm
His vision clear ,
Like a mission to him dear

My atheisim then shatters
Seemingly unacceptable for my peers
Ignoring the ugly blood
He picks my dismantled frame
And rushes me to the near med ....

All I had were words of praise
And uncertain things to say
Find out his name
And bless him everyday

But like he came ,
He went away ,
Disappearing mysteriously away ...

The last thing I saw Through the glass door
Was....soothing smile
A glowing face
Happy to see me safe

And all I gave was a weary smile ,
And watched him leave,
Through my shutting gaze ........

fatema

The theatre stage

The theatre stage

Filled with vigor and solace,

An entry of an nonchalant race ,

The humour , wise

Quick wit, a suprise

The story builds away ......

Then a turn of events

A mysterious death

Excitement , albeit

The racing beats

The melting heat

Uncertain thoughts

A guessing spree

A clue somewhere

A hint out there ,

A mix , A match

A confusing catch,
Conviction

of the threat

Joyous scenes

A touching feel

The malleability is redeemed

The theatre stage

Now in a rage

An inspiring upraise

The curtain falls

The scenic halls

Are emptied away......

We part our ways

But the thoughts are same

As the drama keeps u engaged

Its sparkingly wit

A careless gift

Seems to fit today ,

The wrecking scenes

Like a griping mean

keeps u in a sway ,

The surrounding sounds

Are a turning tale

Unearthing a delightful visual aid

These rolling scenes

like a pouring dream

seem to reiterate,

The theatre stage !

The theatre stage !

Is surely worth some praise .

A moonlit walk

A moonlit walk on a dusty road
Will give you peace and a getaway mode,
The silvery light at the moment bright ,
Will lift ur spirits to a newer height,
The peaceful walk with all your thoughts clustered up
Will let the words follow up
The deafening sounds of misery
Will soften up as history

The moonlit walk along the shore
Will bring in thoughts galore,
The gurgling sound of the water around
reminds you of your giggling mind as a little child

The moonlit walk around the block
seems so short , yet so far apart
The mesmerising street lamps there
Seem dimmer than the moonlight spread everywhere ,

The moonlit walk comes to a rigid end
When the realities of life step in and blend
The fear of walkin home again
Comes rushing back
And it'll never end
But then agian, the joy we have in both these worlds .....
Is neither worth comment nor amend

A splash of paint

A splash of paint
And a canvas is made !
Just the way u see it today ,
You a mix a few colours,
And jumble the others ,
The rest is just a game
You switch with the shades and make it a rage,
Its appreciated either ways
The pastel shades ! The pastel shades !
You add them and you'r amazed
Emarald green and persian blue
Aren't in contrast ...
But whoever knew?
Mango yellow , orange and scarlett red
Will make a beautiful sunset thread
Never the less a canvas is made! a canvas is made !


But you see every colour ,
Tumble over another
So you ponder over it for a another minute ,
And all u see is a gimmick
A man chasing a mimic
Or a land far far away

So a splash of paint
And a canvas is made !
All in all its just a craze
OR... this amazing maze .

A little human being

A cry of relief and a baby is born
An angel inside indeed,
She looks up and sees you smile
So she doubles up as a devil in disguise,
And cries for almost everything
For you most certainly oblidge,

She plays with all her toys ,
And when u make a rattling noise
She jumps up in glee
That moment lasts forever with you ,
And you try your best to make her smile
Just that one more time ,

When the child decides to sleep ,
You hold her close to ur heart
And she cuddles up all the more ,
You wrap her up in all these sheets
To keep her safe and warm ,

As the child wakes up from her little slumber,
her big beady eyes make you wonder,
So you sway by her side and stay mesmerised ,
Until you get an answer

When her two chubby hands touch ur face ,
its almost like its divine ,
Her little scent fills the room
And you feel blessed again

When you reach out to teach her things ,
She 'll grab you by ur finger,
And make you think .....
"Aren't i just a little human being ?"

Exhausted

The working of a tired hand
wont do much justice to the land,

It wont beautifully mend the gold
nor will it really move a soul ,
The pale working hand we see
Has something to reveal ,
It speaks about its gravest fears
Will it manage to feed me this year?

All these feelings hovered up
It continues to paint the shimering steel ,
Covered with paint all over here
It tries to catch up with the real world ,
Lost in his thoughts of great victory
He compels himself to work a bit more
But thinks aloud , HOW much more ?

Saddened by his tired effort ,
His trembling hand counts his share ,
He sits beside all his ware .....and rests there

Seen and neglected

The moment you step into an indian bazaar the multitude of noises greets you and the attractively coloured stalls almost pull you towards them . Seeing almost everyone running around trying to get the best ware at the lowest possible prices gets u all pepped up too .

What no one cares to notice is the sight of beggars lying on the roadside , naked ,half humans some skeletons and some others covered wth sores which tempt flies even frm a distance .

No one seems to feel for this accursed lot of humans . Only the well-to-do here and there sacrifice a few coins to placate their own conscience .

These beggars often roam through the crowd searching for discarded eatables . The more daring among them help themselves at open stalls for which they are severely beaten, but thats the indian attitude like "We 'll see about that later" and daringly they help themselves and i say i am mighty proud of this attitude too .

Well this picture does justice to the fact that we more often or not just ignore things which are conscience really tries to pester us wth . I guess its a gene problem , YES it is a gene problem i mean if not that then WHY would we ignore such a grave thing? Havent we improved a little bit ? OK fine so we dont CALL them untouchables but do we even come up to them, put a hand around them and try to talk to them ?

Well the foreingners that i have noticed aren t really like us .Its almost like they 'll befriend anyone ,name them and they have ! Yes ive seen them loving the sight of even monkeys jumping around them too !

soo are we really in that state of mind or we just pretending to care by throwing in some money?

Blend with me !

Haven't we heard this notion an awful alot ? when an extremely frustrated wife is tired of having disagreements with her husband , or more often or not when its ME against my parents !

Parents really dont get you sometimes do they? we never agreed on anything till date .....its fascinating sometimes when you can soo easily convince your dad that "i 'm just going out wth a "bunch of friends" and ill be back at wht 12 and we really arnt going somewhere really really far are we ?" and he'd suprisingly agree.

BUT when mom comes into the picture everything is in a pickle . she'll like intutively KNOW that d " bunch of frnds" im refering to are say 4 guys and maybe 2 girls including me ....lol
and she'd knw the place wont be really really far but did i EVER mention it really wasnt dat close either? lol
oh dese moms i tell u!

When it comes to wearing black nail paint and tatoos .............she 'll consider them as a taboo ! its hilarious to see her face when i show her d tatoo i make for some eager frnds ......it jst makes me smile and say " she'll never blend in "

But this pic really shows no troubles whatso ever in making peace wth everything . It screams "blend wth me " lol thats why i really liked it ,not just the fact that it looks like this amazing watercolour painting wth striking clarity , it also makes you smile and think wow look at the different colours in life

As a kid ive always loved art in all its forms , i'd just see life as a colourful painting and ive always loved making sense frm randomely clicked pics and vividly made paintingsthis is an amazing picture .......COURTESY : this really talented photograher frnd of mine ;)