Silo DI glorio

Friction in its conventional meaning implies resistance that one surface encounters when rasping over one more...it’s the   force that makes it difficult for one object to slide along . I wasn’t into these..I never was. Until it was time for you to put down the warm messed up bed sheets and the pillow refusing to let my curls unwind..I still wasn’t into these until the smell of your body clutched firmly against the windowpane refusing to scatter into the air choked with the cigarette that you smoked last night. Its been a while that you left..and we both blended into this chaotic relentless life once again. But my 2:30 AM’s refuses to abandon me into this real world. It reminds me of the uncanny comforting pain my body experienced , when your hands explored my skin..and your lips veiled into mine. I was lost into your arms when your voice commanded my limbs to obey you. Little did I know that that desirable ache will haunt my skin once again! I didn’t stop you from leaving si

There’s choice amid survival and sustenance, affection and acceptance, distance and replacement...Humanity and insanity …poverty and disparity… I battle every second to choose the diversity of choices that invades every second of my endurance here. I am just an anonymous in this world of names where I combat millions of such choices which prepared me today where I am … Every step that I walk through the lanes of my life I clutch the fingers of my own integrity …embrace my own mistakes and communicate with my own beliefs…still there’s one thought that spears my head apart… am I being just to myself…Am I being worthy  ? The biggest encounter is between me and the reality

We are taught that all our actions are designed by our fate. Destiny is that guide which leads us to the cradle of our concealed future. A future despite all the skilled anticipations we are not aware of. But here is where I rest my question.  If not the designer why can’t we re-mould situations ourselves?  Why is that we are supposed to accept and appreciate every   volatile situation that invade our ways. Ignoring is not always running away from the predicament. It’s about the way that we want to deal with the prevalent situation. It’s our “preference”. Life is not a co-incidence. Life is deliberation. Fate is not the faithful explanation for it. For Every single man life has already designed obligatory actions that he must abide by.  Trapped, hurt, loved, blessed, acknowledged, cursed…everything is directed by our life. We comfort ourselves into believing that none but our fate is our master but to me we all are slaves to the most unpredictable abstract subject LIFE.   Yes LIFE

A captain reminds us of that guide  who shields us from the violent storm and the twirling water. A night when none but only he can overpower the fuming intensity of nature. Such is the word captain which is being trapped and tossed between a conventional frame of defined importance.  I desire for a captain in my life. But not the one who will escort me through the crowd…not the one who will be judgemental about my priorities...or assess my accomplishments. I want him to sit beside me...and narrate about the untold stories of past,  about the concrete streets which had sheltered romance, about the  birth of old bridges who years after years stand in solitude and overlook our city, about the lanes who saw the  fresh smokes blending high up with the air, the street lights who refuse to fade away even at dawn...the commotion   which has sickened the city into a corporate realm….. Over a cup of coffee. I want my captain to assure me that I am fine. Even if I am not.   I wan

Diaries..journals..blogs..and poems have never really come across my mind . Portraits..and brushes  is what I am good at..But today i wanted my eyes to read my own heart.. My lips to curse my own mistakes.. and my  head to rest against the wall and loose myself in my own deserted being.. As i managed to push aside the little dirty mess inside my head  and recall any random memory worth writing... REALIZATION  : this  ain't the cup of my tea !! Still holding down to my patience and encouraging the timid hope within..I started touring the unexplored pieces in me..which might someday arrange themselves..n introduce a new me to myself..      Love, life ..pain..days of distress, depression  anxiety..sacrifices ..avenges is all that I read about..but       amongst all these ..I lost behind my own identity to myself..and yet i yearn for these millions of strange shadows  to recognize me.. Affection and Acceptance are not the same.. As i battle it out to Write few more blogs