The sun's shining bright
Lighting a golden hue,
Sky caresses the clouds
Filling the spaces of blue..

The time machines hitting a pause
Waiting on the ides of July
Minds getting boggled,
As millions of formule fly..

The monsters though, are up and awake
Shouting slogans of-"we'll whip you, and we'll tame"..
Reflecting on these ticks of clock,we shiver and ponder,
Discounting on the marks and trying to minimize the Maim..

Alas!

The journey has begun
With gifts ready,perfectly wrapped with sorrow,
The plot lays plotted, the trap seems layed
Bleak seem our chances, more than just narrow..

Tread along now,I will, on this boulevard of knifey edges
Armoured with just a hapless soul, in utter problems of spate
Trying to fight against those distress' raised
Just hoping for a "stale draw" and not a "Check Mate"..


Powered by the Exam fever,and, Driven by my inability to slog...

A drop solitary crashes against the panes of my window.Crystalline wampums, brilliant prisms, all in cohesion- towards the green earths bosom.Awestruck at this "portrait of memoir", I lay gaping..wasting the every subsequent seconds of my life..
My eyes leap out of the window.I see what little is left of the grey cotton mountains that parch along,tamed by the winds across the horizon.The sun aint any better,the thick fog covering him all over- putting his crimson to blurr.
Down below the drench boulevards of black bitumen, I see a million souls, arranged perfectly in a pure 'helter-skelter'.. Men and women, boys and girls, all treading with wheels on their heels, running for a shelter-trying to escape the inevitable..So that the crystalline prisms dont bruise their skins wet...

But is "escape" is never the "grain for the hungriest"??. People who seek shelter,are the one's who enslave a "a courageous coward insidious" and portray disciple of "mock" outsidious!. And those jovial souls who accept the reality,tread the path thats layed down-no matter how tsunamic the drops leap…

As more crystals shatter down on the panes, I swing down into my spectra of thoughts..Whipping within me,a series of self cavils..

Would I also run for a shelter,If i were them??

Well,
Frankly speaking..I can not accept the truth, or face the inevitable..because I too belong to a race of 'sapiens' and I am after a that 'protective shell' that prevents me and protects me,from the rain of "sheer truth" and shells me into a rummage of 'lies'..(An escape, yet again,from those droplets of truth...)
It is horrible that the world,the society and the elements that bind these components together are increasingly worsening,where even the younguns are put to obligation to photoprint the "shame" that an adult has developed.. making them nothing more than less and less human..

But, will this ever end??..
Perhaps yes!,it might..

But,just when this world recognizes the treasure trove thats contained in a truth, a lie would then show its imminence, and time ,then, would be on its death bed..too late to retrieve it back...

So, just think..Dont ever shy away from reality..Get enlightened, soaked and drenched in the "truth" if the nature( rain)..and let the sun enlighten us again..So that we dont loose the path of "true Life"..

After all, we're Droplets of Rain too..:)

-!nversed Poignancy!


*An impromptu for an essay comp*

Here's the Link for the competition-
http://www.orkut.co.in/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=16999511&tid=5209948836500385089

The walls Of my heart,
Receives no person,
Not even a beauty...?

Built high and thick,
Are these walls To keep all out..
Even the truest of true love...?

All are discourged,
Or take not the time,
To break down the walls of this heart...

This heart,
Loves none,
That cannot,
break down the walls.

So come,
Break down the walls.
This heart,
Will belong to you,
Forever, then...

-!nversed Poignancy!

Thoughts accomplice

The eyes that are sought.

Lips quivering, yet seeking

The hands that connive.

A Reality palpable

Over a million dream

YOU!