TANGLED VIBES

मयस्सर नही है तेरी चाहत क़ी अक़ीदत पर इस दिल ने की है हर वक़्त बस क़ी है तेरी ही इबादत नक्श ही रह जाएँगा तेरा मेरे दिल के इन सुर्ख लबों पर पर तेरी ये तसलीम झिलमिल मुस्कुराहट ज़हेन मैं ज़हेर सियाह, भाया है इस काफिरों के इतना सियाह की तुझी मैं घुलता जा रहा हू ज़र्रों मैं कभी अमावस को तेरी आखो का काजल बना तो कभी तेरे पलाको पे सितारों को साज़ा जीने लगा हू बस अब तेरे सासो के दरमियाँ . English Translation (Some what):-  It’s not possible to get, faith of your Love But every-time my heart has worshiped just thou only vague Images of you will be left on this red lips of my heart but those peaceful glinting smile of yours is flowing like a poison, pleasingly inside my infidel soul in such an amount that, my molecules are going to dissolve in you Sometime making the dark of “New moon” your kohl even sometime embellishing stars on your feathery eyelid ‘M now just living in between your breath  P.S - Learning Urdu is so much fun and great ! ...

Between our heart Mine a Dandelion Puff So I decided to burn My composites.

You build a world of silence with your gaze and every shadows flutter away The dark void spin; my soul explode Everything that your hazel eyes eject reaches the shell of my crux I know that it hurts to swallow smoke, inhale and I’ve tried so hard to exhale Instead I became my own surrogate Its anxiety inducing; you and I exist but ‘we’ are just Fiction, and I’m not even present in that but there’s this haze how I see exhalations my constellations are made of our conversation’s and If only we were real I would take your hand and twirl you under velvet night sky If only we were real I would take all your darkness and provide you ‘The elixir of your life’! If only we were real only you can tell me how to emanates this smoke, It's the denouement of the fire you invoke, If only ! PS:- Before any one says why I Disappeared.'EXAMS :(' .Now  download Tangled Vibes Android App to remain always Tangled :D. For more Info click read more   PS ...

There is something about Night that makes you fall in love for no obvious reasons. Being a nyctophiliac soul last night was not an exception. Perhaps as the city sleeps my mind moves to those thoughts which are unreachable during the day. I gaze into space, the light wave’s race and shift shape, colors escape, as if even moon rays interpermeate my physical state. It so simple at night when emotions are torn away from its outer shell of common sense and it’s became easy to lose yourself at night. It’s just a feeling so strange somewhat sagacious but yet deranged. It’s unclear, vivid and blurred, all about the dream I have seen. It’s all about the bliss I’m in. It’s all about the things that are so loud inside my head, and the things I have not said. I close my eyes in desperation but nothing vanishes from my sight. I let myself think why it can’t be easy. Why two people can’t fall for each other at the same time. Every ink that I spilled on parchment from my fragmented scribe ...

I’m addicted to drugs thou of a different kind Sort of personal drug with every breath that I take I need it longer To sate my hunger for my existence. Her Name- Alprazolam Her Eyes – Morphine Her Lips – Brandy Her Smile- Cocaine Her Dream – Marijuana Her voice – Ecstasy Her Love – Heroin Her Presence – Phencyclidine  P.S - To know about these drugs and their effects You can click  Here  .

She now seek comfort sign Where the light won’t shine Once the heart that used to be so divine No longer beats even in rhyme What was her fault ? To suffer from such form of assault what was never understood upon touching her soul was gone, never found She disappeared, without making a sound. P.S- A picture do speaks a million words. Hats off to the Artist who made it. 

P.S - Shout out to everyone who flooded my mind with their original stuff :') and sorry for extra 't' in strips if you noticed :d

Writing has always made me feel revived. But at certain point of time every writer has to face the “Now what?” anxiety of the blank page. These past couple of days has been pretty rough and when today after so many days I sat to write I found this anxiety so nerving. Even the thoughts that I don't have any thoughts that I can assemble in form of the words was killing me. Every time I have used this nerving anxiety to write about you. It isn’t that I can’t write about something else but there is so much desire to write about you that every time I stare at the blank page of mine and write any word, every words somehow traces its written origin back to you. So perhaps this time too it’s all about you. Following heart when mind is blank has been my ritual while writing but Some Special Introspections was never a thing that I did. When I started blogging back in 2011 since than this is the 80 th post I’m writing out of which this one is the 70 th times I’m writing abou...

Words and keeping distance from you has always served as my armor, whenever I used to have a temple of thoughts and unfathomable feelings for you, I just used it to hide myself. But now a days these words has started plucking my sheaths of oblivions. Now a days I write with a fragile hand, with a heart up my sleeves, with Uncountable emotions behind every stretched words I write. Now a days my every efforts to distance myself fails, because those hazel eyes of yours has pierced every dust and atom of my body and those heart palpitating smile of yours has settled inside my heart and now you’re flowing in every single nerve. Having a claustrophobic mind I was afraid to await so much at closed places, and now I wait at the closed beautiful heart of yours. Interplay of situations beautiful  isn't  it? But somehow my dream sprung a leak and now all my intentions has been washed away. Sinned that what I’m now because the frantic inside me have fallen in love with you and...

She’s beautiful in way love poems live in our hearts She’s high on heels and high on booze Hazel eye, feathery eyelid, Tinted pink cheeks and red hues lips she’s perfect like a character from a holy books. She’s beautiful, deep down to her soul, She’s fun, she’s crazy but her sorrow is what she – conceal.

Today I’ve been blessed with one more responsibility. After the frustrating week and waiting sleeplessly from the last 3 days got my “ First JOB” . Yes Today I got selected in TCS (Designation - Assistant System Engineer (ASE)). This is the first time I’m posting an event of my life on my blog because first time I feel without sharing this news with some of my blogger’s friends I will be in some kind of debt because unknowingly I Realized My Blogging has helped me a lot and more importantly has improved me both as a person and my ability to write. First phase- Aptitude test and writing ability test and in writing ability test where they will give you 8-12 keywords and you have to write an email or memo (situation will be given) using those keywords without missing any in the same sequence within 10 min not less than 50 words and that too you have to type on computer so typing speed matters too. (for those who are aspiring one advice practice aptitude as well as writing abil...

Trickling drizzle Squinted her eyes. I swear it Glistered turning Me - Pluviophile.

For the all the fan of How I met your Mother. Here is our own Indian version of it. Single episode ;) P:S - This gag i found out while surfing net . !

One fragment of thought, sparks the flame  tearing through my veins, soon become a conflagration Burning within a desire to create a masterpiece,  to excel, for one time, never cease  Waking up every morning, with a flicker of inspiration Walking thru the burning Pyre, falling, failing, trying to shape my dream, sometime selling  it in lieu of better dreams but every time I see reality as a fault of my dreams Truth seems to be an ally of stuff  forbidden Where shall I begin my search for thou? Which Road to travel, to make a difference? So many question, whose answer   exist as a shadow of reality determined to cleaves this interstellar gloom Moving on, but every time  I watch miles on the end,  Meet Jaded me and the emptiness

Life has always been a tapestry of myriad abstractions. Sometime these abstractions makes your life worth living. Every frames of life has its own story, some escalate quickly and become part of our life while some becomes antithesis of our own thoughts over a period of time. Today’s night has its own story, part of it is subtle yet omnipresent. I was at the birthday party of my friend enjoying gobbling and devouring all deliciously yummy food. A huge marble room where you see many faces and greet them but you still do not know any one of them (yes I was seeing my friend after five years) perhaps nibbling the favorite dish and seeing others people is the only thing that can ease your life there. So with nothing interesting to do I started to nibble one of my favorite dish so that I can get lost in its mesmerizing taste forgetting the world around me. I opened my eye to take another bite but was surprised to see that the same world around me seems to me, like a changed world now. T...

There are some phrases on these lips of mine But Some of its words  are still at your possessions  Bound in the bond of desires The words which I have Words which are lost in your thoughts Words which have not slept for centuries in dream of your hazel eyes She too has feel of those words At the door step of time, this secret of mine – is now hers too. Though wrapped these words are scattered I have to entwine them and keep with myself before it losses its meaning  I have to share it with you with us But don’t know why today  this pot of ink seems an empty one  just like me perhaps in the knot of these words There is either an oceans or trench or Seclusion of a lonely heart .. P.S - This is a close translation of  my hindi poem  लफ्ज़... कुछ.मेरे.कुछ.तुम्हारे.!  .. for all those who can't read hindi .

We all know FORBES Magazine releases Richest Man List and its different category. Watch out what our very own Deepika Padukone Thinks while reading it and "How she create her so Called "TO DO LIST" .    P.S - I haven't been paid by any one to malign her image.This is just a work of Boredom nothing personal. As an actress I love her to .  I guess we all love her ;)

I was idle, laying on my bed battling the blues, staring the ceiling, staring into the darkness of my room trying to figure out depth of this jilted despair inside me. Something comes when you least expect it, so was this feeling of emptiness of this whole world has been depopulated and world being blue just with an exception of my windowpane which was colorless, perhaps like my thoughts, or your portrait on my wall that I have painted and your interpretation of me. Of me being. I slept by the windowpane. A cool breeze touched my face accompanying me during my tribulations. I saw some blue cellophane paper lying there rejected, heartbroken. Cornered by pangs of unknown guilt. It’s mine now. I put it between my eye and the windowpane, and it led to my agent of antithesis arousing the anarchy of desires “ I saw Shades of the night sky punctuated, neatly with stacks of clouds and pictures of you ”. My current state of thought utopia was murdered and I was in parallel worlds in ...

इन होठों पे एक बात है …. पर उसके कुछ लफ्ज़ अब भी किसी के पास हैं…. ख्वाहिशों की डोर में बँधे हुए कुछ लफ्ज़ जो मेरे पास है… लफ्ज़ जो किसी के ख़यालों में खोए हैं … लफ्ज़ जो किसी के आँखों के खाब में सदियों से सोए नहीं है …. मेरे  लफ़ज़ो का एहसास उनको भी है…. समय की देहलीज़ पे ये राज़ मेरे साथ- साथ अब उनका भी है … सिमट के भी बिखरे से हैं ये लफ्ज़ उन्हे समेत के रखना है अपने पास अर्थ खोने के पहले    बाँटना है ... अपने साथ ... तुम्हारे साथ ... पर ना जाने क्यू आज ये सियाही की डिब्बी भी कुछ खाली सा है... मेरी ही तरह.. सायद इन लबज़ो की गिरहें में या तो समंदर है या खाई.. या बस एक तन्हा दिल की तनहाई...

Just tried an every day problem of engineer's life into comic strips P.S- My First Attempt in Comic Strips !

I'll know I've created a truly beautiful rhyme, If it remains in your heart through sands of time. I'll know that finally your heart I stole, When I'll see your eyes,rolling tears,smeared kohl. I'll wait for the sun to drown and advent of stars, Stars probably mighty warriors who once fell in a war. I look deep in your eyes know that the smile is fake, Your pretense,it vanishes,like morning mist from a lake. You look at a cloud at night,wonder why it's black, I drown in you eyes,wonder which shade of night they lack. Scattered on your eyebrows,few drops of rain, Your cheeks with a tint of red,like a flag of Spain. I'll wait for the sunset and streaks of mellow red, Melting red hues from your lips,I said. You fell in his hands,he created an art, But in some haste,he gave you my heart.