darkness redefined

a night again very sombre and silent.
with obscure thoughts and visions too violent.
of battles lost owing to candour.
jostling memories in arid embers of slander

dingy bylanes,desecrated portals
resonant cry of hapless mortals
coruscated sky now wants to borrow
not astral joy but human sorrow

virulent snakes now happily gloat
as chronic maladies actively bloat
futile attempts to resolve clanger
disperse's nothing but a frenzied anger

stingy traits,discordant jargons
voluntarily hamper distinct icons
gloomy dirge then has one function
just to arouse a phoney compunction

then comes a morining full of hope
enabling bitterness to finally elope.

LAUGHTER

• So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter.
  
  laughter is the driving force which prevents us from being cranky. a wide grin baring the glimmering teeth makes us happy even in utter disdain. forsooth laughter is the best medicine.no doubts regarding the veracity of this adage.life without laughter would have been insipid and boring.
  as i cogitate i realise how laughter has changed its course with time . back in childhood when life entwined itself around cartoon network dexter,scooby doo and popye were the only kiths who mades us laugh. laughter was associated with colloquial comic books,asinine jokes and yes "SMALL WONDER". later in school my best friend took over the role of a buffoon .even though i grimaced a lot but his jocose nature and comical jests were too tough to resist and i always ended up laughing. again its very difficult to curb laughter amidst drab lectures in college especially when friends spam your inbox with ribald jokes. thanks to all of them & their inherent crass humour.
  laughter always reached its peak when all my cousins congregrated .the intensity was so much that it resulted in stomach pain.later as they moved out to make it big in other cities i was the one left alone.
  
  speaking of movies there was a time when bollywood flicks made us laugh. paresh rawal being the man.now its all about coercive comedy which are so ludicrious that they fail to induce laughter. thanx to jim carrey."The Mask" and "Bruce Almighty" are definitely those two movies which will make you laugh till your ribs hurt. last but not the least "how i met your mother" and "its always sunny in philadelphia" for being the best sitcoms.thanx to ted and barney for being the primetime cynosure. and yes of course charlie kelly for making laughter so easy.
  
  laughter has always been a cogent weapon for expressing joy and happiness .but i remember those moments when i laughed impudently after assailing some stingy maggots. and to be true those laughters are to be cherished forever.
  and now laughter has a new name in the pre election phase .one cant stop guffawing after reading the insecurities of our "venerable" CM. its good to see him cringe in fear .his untiring efforts to stop the inevitable.*evil grin*
  
  PS:- laughter is contagious, so if you're willing to spark it, it'll soon disseminate among others.If you can inject laughter into other people's lives, you will be giving them a gift that is priceless.as for the despicable "ramgarurer chanas" just one thing damn them ...........

colours

just like any other lazy afternoon as i was scrolling my mouse my eyes suddenly stopped at a note which spoke of colours. it just enthralled me .a strange silence prevailed in the next few minutes. it was then i felt the urge to write ,to write about colours.

orange for the cape gooseberies we relished by the countryside while engaging in esoteric conversations.

yellow for beatific hue before the sunset which we witnessed from the knoll and avowed to be together even in hard times

green for the jettisoned notebook in which you lodged your complains amidst anger and blushed as u read them after reconciliation.

purple for your nails which caressed me.

pink for the innocous lips which touched mine while licking a molten blob of icecream.

blue for the endless azure sky and the pellucid waters of the river where we used to go for fishing

brown for the repugnant memories and the boots which trudged the crossroads of love .

black for the evil incantations of the witch and the lascivious swan trying to allure the prince and trap him in the web of fabricated falsehood.

red again not for love but for a bleeding heart ,for anguish, for the glass of wine

and ominous hours of inebriety.