Thoughts to Words

I hide behind your shadow, My intellect lies fallow. Seeds of creativity were sown, Thereafter art was buried alive. No pause— Continuity of a full stop. Tiredness was not in the picture, Sadness quit long back, Left with blankness, Rings of empty spaces stole the limelight. ©songbriti

One December, She metamorphosed into ice, Cold and peerless. Winter was agitated, Her presence humiliated it. ©songbriti

A man of his word. Handsome and charismatic, Prince Charming's rival, He is as romantic as he seems, Damsels fall head over heels for him. A one woman man, Keeps his promises. This fairy tale has a small twist, You want me to tell you about it? Well, the woman in his story keeps changing. ©songbriti

Chunks of bad memories piled up in my long-term memory. Clustered together, fighting their way to remain etched with power. Power to keep the trauma intact in me. I wish the waves had the potential to wash the pain away. But waves you know they love throwbacks. A friend of mine briefly told me about a student who was suffering from retrograde amnesia after she met with an accident. She had forgotten three consecutive years of her life. I don't know the details of this incident. I assume the young lady must have had both good and bad memories during that span of time like we all do. Having been students of psychology, we often discussed true stories related to mental health conditions. I feel amused when I am still unable to cure the mess in my mind. The Masters Degree I earned in Psychology, the marks awarded to me, the praises I received from my teachers for those well written assignments make absolutely no sense to me right now. A few days back, I took a knife from the kitchen

The dark night smiles for you, Your eyes light up its world. It enjoys your company, Those adorable self talks, The way you visit your dream, Life then seems to have a perfect theme. It ignores the stars, Hardly cares about the moon, Persuades the sun to sleep a little more. The dark night doesn't want to rise, A secret admirer it is, Wishes to be forever lost in you. ©songbriti

Juggling words, Placing them carefully, A poem is on the way, Voila, we are done! Something doesn't feel right though. "What is it? What is it?" I repeat this line around ten times, The main ingredient is lacking. Inspiration, I have to search for it. Abracadabra! Found it! A blank page appears in front of me, I got to create incredible magic with it. ©songbriti

Hi there, it's role-play time. You were my bestseller. You borrowed all my passion, My resources have depleted. Your turn to make me your story. Write me deeply, Use your ink wholeheartedly, You have gallons of it. Compromising isn't creativity's cup of tea, Drink that strong black coffee, Start thinking, time is running out. Stardom is what I need on the D-day. ©songbriti

A creation, You gave life to, Is in danger. They are threatning her at gunpoint. Save her, won't you? She doesn't care a whit about her life. Who said the age of chivalry is dead? Scoundrels should not be spared. Her memory requires a jog, Push her forward, Motivate her to an extent so unending, That she regains her consciousness. "My life's life is alive for your breath." These words will be her strength. An emotional anchor is all she needs. You don't need to fight battles for her, She will be the warrior queen, Just make sure she never forgets- You love her beyond infinity. ©songbriti

Want to see how loyal a friend I am? Please be my guest. Set the toughest test for me, Take as much time as you need, Before you decide to tell me, "I trust you completely". ©songbriti

Singing sand dunes, Rumbling mysteriously, Roaring in between. I know not what they want to convey. Invisible words, Humming about pain? Unbearable and torturous? 'Tis what I feel, vibes of suffering. O, wind of glory, Convince thy friends, Ask them to unburden their hearts, I am waiting to listen to them. Questing for the truth, A musical one. I put at stake my solitude, Syncing myself to their melody. To hide or not to hide, The choice is theirs, I offer my friendship, Fear not, 'Brutus' is not my name. ©songbriti

I have no story, Or any special memory. Merely a purposeless heart, Inhabitant of a barren soul, Sans love, sans laughter and sans life. ©songbriti

The warmth of his heart, Hugged her cosily, Like a knight in shining armour, He rescued it from turning cold. ©songbriti

Heard of a dictionary? A treasury of words, Diversity of denotations, Search for one meaning, A hundred more pop up. Perspectives differ helplessly, Bound by their nature. Flip the pages at your own pace, Traverse for yourself, Your pursuit. Entwined fates have to meet. Magnetic energy at its best! Be prepared for surprises, The word you are so fervently finding, Might lead you to me. Once upon a time, As cliché as it sounds, You were the scar, I was the story. Truth accepts only one identity. ©songbriti

Enthralled by the toy, His eyes shone brightly. Pretty thing! Safeguarded by a transparent glass. Money, money, money, Where art thou? Another day showed up- Unfailingly and sadistically. Good Samaritans, were busy. He looked at the toy time and again. Money, money, money, Where art thou? November owned Children's Day, December boasted about Christmas, January celebrated New Year's Day... Irrespective of occassions, desires died. Smiles were eclipsed by teardrops, Left with no choice, the child forgot the toy. ©songbriti

I want to be with you, I want to escape you too. I want to laugh my lungs out, I want to cry my heart out too. I want to steal your attention, I want to ignore our relation too. I want to imprison you, I want to set you free too. I want to be insane about you, I want to protect my sanity too. I want to breathe for you, I want to die for you too. ©songbriti

She was empty, One day, She devoted her soul to him, Life found a new meaning, Whilst she nurtured it daily. ©songbriti

Smiles exchanged, Hearts shy, Cheeks blushing, Eyes glittering. One hug, One confession, No "I". It's "Us". ©songbriti

I wake up to a morning accompanied by a blocked nose, watery eyes and ten consecutive 'achoos'. No doctor has entirely been able to cure my chronic allergic rhinitis yet. Breathing through my nose is an opportunity I am often grateful for! Done with freshening up. Time to eat a boring cum healthy breakfast. Yes you heard it right, oats and milk seriously need to get a life and leave my life too! Where's my laptop? I open the "Stories" folder and there you go...So many incomplete stories bundled up there! God, why do I get stuck midway always? You know, beginnings are always a treat and endings hardly fail to ill-treat my stories by rarely showing up. "... Thoughts travelled back and forth in her mind with each song. She stopped her car near a restaurant and there she waited patiently for her favourite cuisine. * Chicken Alfredo Pasta* deserved being loved and savoured. Living in a foreign land, for the sake of money and money alone is #SadLife. She had s

You beguiled me with your words, My heart was flattered, Like always my mind became the saviour, It rescued its frenemy from drowning, How could they be defeated by deception? That is just not happening for real. ©songbriti

My 'Not So Dear' Mr. Fear, What do I bribe you with? One second, who am I even kidding? You have a clean record in my world. I look at the lonely road, contemplate like some wise person and take the alternative road that is sufficiently crowded to merge shadows. Alcohol. Yes, I'll burn you with it. It will be the antibiotic against you tonight. Goodness! The wine shop is occupied by men. Men who are staring at me and then having a chat with their respective minds about how I am a disgrace to the society. Some of their minds have now collaborated and I can hear whispers. "One Smirnoff. Green Apple.", I say in a voice that is audible enough. Am I invisible? It would be great if I were so. Kicking asses becomes so much easier when you have some kinda superpower. Unfortunately, I have no superpower and neither is the shopkeeper deaf or blind. *Ignorance* is his boss here. "Uncle, One Smirnoff. Green Apple. Please.", I repeat. Ok, the emphasis on *please*