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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire




Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

Old days never returns back, old memories keep lingering on, the present laughs at you and future tempts you for a beautiful sojourn. Phases of life come in different colours. Sometimes it’s red – full of movement, sometimes it’s green – peace, sometimes it’s orange – friendly, sometimes it’s white – silence and most of the time it’s black – darkness.

His life becomes a tale, his actions become stale, and he no more craves for rain. He writes poems, he plays guitar, he walks without his signature smile. He feels shy to talk to any girl; he is very sane.

He sees ghosts of Jim Morrison and dead poets in his dreams, he sees puzzling staircase and haunting castles. He tries to fly with the angels, he tries to dance with the dead, and he tries to become a self made moron.

The darkness slowly fades away and he sees lights once again. He tries to create everlasting memoirs. He sings love songs. He once again feels the beautiful storm. Romance replaces surrealism, joy replaces boredom. He becomes alive, he becomes strong. He smiles open heartedly. He dresses like a king and walks like a dream. He gets back his old face, he no more whines, he just nods with excitement.

Evening snow kisses him. Moonlit nights make him happy. He collects all his bad memories, burns them and becomes the king again. The story of is life no more dwells in pain…

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"he sees puzzling staircase and haunting castles. He tries to fly with the angels, he tries dance with the dead"

I loved this line.

It was an awesome post. Very poetic and dramatic. :)

very poetic and Allen poeish!!!

never like the serious stuff..........loved yours!
keep rocking dude! \m/

wow that is an awesome write :D
//He tries to create everlasting memoirs. He sings love songs. He once again feels the beautiful storm// beautiful lines ....

Thank you again Rajlakshmi. These lines were my favorite too :)

very good! quite well portrayed indeed!
I only wish this change were quicker than it normally is.

Thanks Diwakar for the appreciation:)

Hi Pallav,

Very nice, lucid way of writing!

I find your blog resonating close to my blog..I like this particular post, i believe even though you have given an account in third person, i feel its your story ;)...just kidding...

I am gonna definitely go through your blog...

Just one suggestion dude, your polka dots background make blog a tad bit difficult to read...:D

You are definitely going into my blogroll....

cheers
sachin

Hi Pallav,

Very nice, lucid way of writing!

I find your blog resonating close to my blog..I like this particular post, i believe even though you have given an account in third person, i feel its your story ;)...just kidding...

I am gonna definitely go through your blog...

Just one suggestion dude, your polka dots background make blog a tad bit difficult to read...:D

You are definitely going into my blogroll....

cheers
sachin

Thanks a lot Sachin for such a beautiful and inspiring comment.

Yes, I do feel the same, the polka dots can be bit distracting :)

I read this and I was like WOW! Great work....really impressive...gonna travel through the rest of your blog...! Keep writing...

The imagery you captured in your words is really awesome! I like it!!! :)

Beautiful .... very dramatic :)

Hey really loved this post a lot..the first one im reading from your blog, i will be following it from now on :)

"He sees ghosts of Jim Morrison and dead poets in his dreams..." he needs help my friend hehehehe... or maybe he should think of having babies, and he'll drop to deep undisturbed slumber any time of the day or night :) Just kidding! lovely post! I just hope the "he" is not "you"!! my first time here, I am looking around.

keep on writing these, they r gud.....can u write me one on vehicles???

Thanks Amit. Yup why not :)

ur post is so awesome.. i see a bit of myself in ur post.. only difference being that i am still waiting to see the light again...tc.. keep posting

I like your style of writing. It's strangely personal and yet so detached.

Keep up the good work! :)

Very nicely put.. creative :)

a beautiful poetic post.. congrats!!

I like the hope here at the end of the day.

Well written.. especially the ending.. i loved it :)

Well written.. especially the ending.. i loved it :)

That was incredible :O I saw this on Indi blogger u rock man :P

Hi Pallav,

This blog is just too good...
It is like drinking whiskey which gets you high as it reaches to end!!

"Old days never returns back, old memories keep lingering on, the present laughs at you and future tempts you for a beautiful sojourn." wow loved this line ...

-Muks

hi.....
its so beautiful n equally very well embellish with words depicting feelings...i liked each & every line of it..n it has ended with a ray of hope....something true really very nice poem

I love your work.It has touched me deep inside...congratulations.

Looking for stillness amidst the chaos...found it intresting to say the least.

I loved this scribbling of yours!! "He dresses like a king and walks like a dream" ... The happy phase!
Keep scripting!

good work pallav...
anuj-srivastava.blogspot.com

that was such an inspiring and touching post...
//Evening snow kisses him. Moonlit nights make him happy. He collects all his bad memories, burns them and becomes the king again.//
loved those lines
wow...superb..keep writing

Loved it.

You earned yourself a new follower by the way.

Toodles.
Nia Charms
www.allfacesofneha.blogspot.com