Tuesday 19 April 2016

She.

Have you heard of she?

She's gone missing ever since a lot of Him started to forget her.
She's gone unnoticed, even as she stands out.
She has definitely been looked up for, but she can't be Found.

You know why?

Because she wants to be found just by Him,
Him who isn't looking out for her BUT needs her in His life.

She wants to beam only for the one who doesn't notice her.
And she wants to be remembered by Him, Him who doesn't Miss her.

She's still breathing, yes it's her fault, but She's in Love.

Wanting to be found.

Love,
She.

My Apparent Man

We are highly attracted to each other, physically,
intellectually and I love how uniquely blended we are.
I am in love with his spontaneity and yet his confused mind.
However annoying his possessive nature may be, but I would still like him to be mine.
I love his jealousy, I like it when he controls me.
I like it how he hugs me from behind when I am trying to run away from his control.
We are finely brewed like coffee!
He is the hard hit in the head and I am the refreshing aroma.
I like his power in bed and my life,
I like to tease him and love him with all my heart.
I love it how he gets irritated with my mood swings and yet would never hurt me.
Fights make us stronger, and yet we can never ignore each other.

He deeply respects me and loves me.
I adore everything about him.
He would run to me whenever I am in need,
I would be next to him, on him and over him and around him at all times.

But, oh this is a fantasy letter...
Where are you my apparent man?

Awaiting Danger
Love
Trippy

Be Your Best Version

Day by day I am becoming the best version of myself.
They said you can't become what you were in the past or how you were before you lost your sanity, but that is nonsense.
Only people who are scared of change would say such a thing.
So choose wisely.
What is that one thing that you loved the most about yourself when you were a child or when you were a teenager?
What was that one charm of yours that makes you happy as well as others happy?
I remember being sweet, fearless and a dreamer. I never hurt anyone with my words or actions, and I never walked...I used to keep running, that's why my father says.
I have started becoming my old self again.
I try to be polite but not fake.
I still speak my heart and mind.
I try not to hurt anyone with my words and actions.
And I have started to RUN!
I RUN AS MUCH AS I CAN.
And just to add a sweet quotient, I went for a hair do, back to my childhood hair cut!! it feels so good!
Try... try to be yourself again :) unless you are happy the way you are now...
Love,
Trippy

Dear Mystery Seekers

Mysteries make you think more, and if you're a woman, you better stop!
Don't do it, you are already worried about so many other things!

There are days, when you wake up and you feel weak, and upset,
and you even know what's bothering you, and you even know what to do.
And I have been going through this for a quite a while now, and I simply hate feeling weak, sad and upset.
I have always managed to cut off the negativity in my life successfully, especially when I am being pushed in the dark.
I have been dark, and I don't fear it but rather adore it, for I can rant as much as I wish to, cry as much as I want and use the darkness to flush out my negativity.


I love being happy, I love helping every one.
I like being fun.
I like being adored.
I love to love, and wanting to be loved.
I can be an addiction to someone.
And I can pretty much be a Sin.


But no one can hurt me.
And you're hurt only when you're open to being hurt.
When you are used to that miserable feeling, you start to like being hurt.
And I even killed my hurt.
When I know that the things I am hoping for to happen are not going to happen,
I make things happen on purpose, and they happen, and then I don't like it.


Then I think to myself, why didn't I control?
My heart says, I was eager to learn a lesson.
I know what I want, and I know it will take time.
I am a restless freak, so I try and mend things according to me.
And I know I have to stop.
I have to draw the line myself.


Today, I woke up weak, but I thought I will make this my strength.
I will cry, taste the salt of my tears, snap out of the over thinking part and move on towards my goal.

So my point is...
You know you have to draw the line.
Stop waiting if you know you're wasting your feelings on someone,
If you are wasting your time over a dream castle weaved in the air and waiting for a miracle.
Stop waiting for someone to feel for you the way you feel for them.
Stop waiting for someone to push you to do a task.
Stop waiting for the right time.



Time heals, time teaches and time makes you realize.
And it's always in your hand.
If you have reached to this line,
Thank you for reading my messy yet damn clear mind.



Love,
Trippy

Anxious Love

There she was sitting on her couch. 
Only the Colourful sparkles of her DIY light bottles lit up her troubled mind.
She was happy and confused,
Nervous and defused.
Memories of her feelings dwelt
Dreams of what could happen knelt.
Oh those rumbling butterflies in her tummy she felt!
Was the heart sinking or was it flying?
Her mind was exploding.
She doesn't like this feeling.
She has always been clear of what she wants, and for the first time,
all the logical theories crashed, because - Love.
She doesn't want to cry,
She doesn't want to believe.
Her every move can ruin everything
or create beauty and let dreams weave.
She doesn't know what to wear, where to go, and what to talk.
All her mind and heart does is chants his name, missing his presence, driving her crazy.
Her sanity finally bid good bye to her.

Anxiously in Love,

~ Trippy

Shayari

Itminan se bethiye Janaab,
Yeh Mohabbat ki Duniya hai.

Koi Kareeb anaa chahega,
Kabhi Aap door bhagna chahogey.
Kisi ke Intezaar mein roz Marte rahogey,
Ya kisiki Yaadon mein Din kaat rahe hongey.

Yeh Mohabbat ki Duniya hai Janaab, Itminan se bethiye...
Paaogey jab unhe Baahon mein,
Jab tak Zameen ki Mitti alag nahi kardeti,
Bandh ke rakhna unhe apni har Saans mein...


~ Tripti

Dear Dreamers & Achievers

Dear Dreamers & Achievers,

The only mistake you will ever make is - not believing in yourself!
You believed in yourself, and did what you wanted to… it was not a mistake or a matter of disappointment.
Many out there don't do what they wish to.
No they're not cowards, nobody has encouraged them to believe in themselves.
Do what you love.
Never. Ever. Regret.

Love,
Trippy K.

Dream Man

I want him,
A man, Caring & Loving.
He thinks of him as a boy,
has been used by many like a Toy.

But he is a Man. Mature and understanding,
Adventurous and when it comes to loyalty and faithfulness, very demanding.
And how I love that about him!

He is someone who wants to give the whole of him,
but is mistaken and misunderstood with so many other things.
He is not wrong, his choices are different.
He likes to run away from attachment because he is vulnerable.
He awaits the woman who'll respect him for who he is
and the things he's done in the past will not matter at all.

He believes in himself but is broken already.
Little that he knows that he's adored by the one who wants to be his only.
He is probably everything I seek for,
but he doesn't know yet and I cannot speak for.

If his feelings aren't mutual, things are to remain the same.
I wish him good vibes and luck in life, love and games.

Love,

Trippy.

Shayari

Takleef se door,
Pyaar ki salah mangte the.
Uljhane suljhate suljhate
Ishq mein musafir banjate the…


Woh aur Main.
~ Trippy

Tuesday 5 April 2016

It's a Lust Story

Ktock, Ktock, Ktock, Ktcok... 
On the shiny wooden floor she walked,

Her Cherry Red luscious Lips matched exactly her short Red Dress.
She left every bit of her skin's exotic fragrance behind her.
The entire corridor was filled with her.

Pulled into a dark room, her breath got heavy,
her wrist trying to let go and her lips,
luscious red lips locked to someone else's.

It was a kiss, surprising, forced and shocking.

A feeling of the worst and yet tempting.
Not gasping for breath, but rather enjoying.

The hands were left loose long ago,
they just caressed each other's flow.

What was more seductive,
was the taste of tobacco..
a hard cigarette breath.

Necks were bitten,
Time had paused.

Clothes were thrown away
Feelings were being torn.
Harmony was met in the waves of their breaths,
Music was created by their bodies as if on Meth.

No track of where was she going
and what were they doing.
The feeling was different.
There’s no rush,
her skin blushed.

In the silence of the darkness,
They heard each other’s heart beat.
Not one word was spoken to ruin their blessed lives between the sheets.

Her eyes heavy,
Her body aching –
Yet between the pain and comfortness of his arms,
She met serenity and disappeared within seconds
To a land of peace.

But her sleep Broke
There was another stroke.
A wild Man she was with was
She was now choked.

They enjoyed more now,
Fantasies Blended.
Marks were being carved on their bodies,
Crafted Lust like a hobby.

The break of dawn
Separated the Lust Pawns
They moved on with their time
Never looked back
Yet somewhere hoped to rhyme.


Shhh...

How do you want to Love?

Would you rather Love like a Butterfly?
Love for a day, 
and you know you have just one day 
to give the whole of you, 
everything and all your love to a flower, 
to see the world around you and fly away, and fade away.

or


Do you like to be how you are now? 

Waiting maybe, 

Searching, 

Hurt, 

Given Up,

Happy, 

Wanting more, 

Wanting someone else, 

Lost. 

Just love like all Humans do?

Monday 4 April 2016

Lust of Wisdom

Sometimes, when Love isn't strong enough to hold your relationship from tearing apart, Lust does the miracle.

I Want to be...

I Want to be...
A good child.
Yet, Troubling mild.

To treat my parents the way they mean to me;
They mean the universe to me;
They are my creators, they mean 'God' to me.

I want to be a Lover…
with no Fear, no Expectations,
Just love, with Pain and Passion.

To be wild for him and only him,
to be his healer, his drug, to be his hand in hand.
To sing for him and dance for him,
to cook even, to seduce him.

And give the whole of me to the one who wants the whole of me...

I want to be a Traveler, but not alone.
Travel with anyone and everyone who wants to explore.
Whether near or far, A country or just a farm.
No negativity, just Experience, Wander, Love, Share in galore.

I want to listen to songs of the world;
Of languages unknown, Cultures and State of minds untold...

A never ending episode of Life…
I want to be Loved and be myself, simple.


What do you want to be?

How far would you go to be with some one?

How far would you go to be with some one?
Whatever may be your answer, it will be only easier if they WANT you to be with them.

Love.
Questions in love are heart breaking and stupid, but the answers give you strength.


I hope for every one to be happy and love their love. 
Nothing else matters really. :)

Dream On...

Dream on.... keep dreaming.

Dreaming is beautiful, dreaming is hope.

Love more... the world is becoming more of a place that hates more, cribs more, and is negative.

Keep loving to your loved ones, and friends, be kind and good to everyone you meet.

Give respect. You know how it feels when you are respected, everybody likes to be respected.

Appreciate more, no matter what, it feels good. Treat everyone equal.

Everything starts at home :)

I am learning every day.
And trying to dream more, love more and respect everyone.

Left over.

Sometimes all you have left with you of them is their fading and vague scent left on your skin.

Nothing can replace.
Not a new memory,
Not a new Person,
Not even the loss of it, but only Life.

And it would still leave itself behind.

It's Not a Love Story

In the lustful of comforting moment
My head on his chest
My waist in his Arms
He smelled my hair
I heard him beat.

In the senselessness of phone beeps
I rolled my eyes
And breathed deep...
The look in his eyes,
Tempting with fire.
Coming more closer to me,
A fainting feeling of Desire;

*******Announcement*******
"The doors will open on the Left"


He pushed me away
and walked out of the Metro.

Dear All,

This is coming from a rather strong yet hurt and an optimistic me. 
Someday, in this very small world, when you catch up with some old friends and a few new, you will share your life experiences, current happenings and gain others experiences and current life situations in return.
And then there is the other side, where you'll be talking about somebody else's life, and while you do that, somebody is also talking about your life, and it may not be necessarily true.

There are going to be people talking about you to others, the very common phrase known as, "talking behind your back" and more over, it might come as a silly stunt and shock for you, may be even a brutal one when you hear an untrue rumor about you.

We all love talking about other people and it doesn't have to be a gossip, and not everyone is the same, so others might be indulging in some grapevine and you never know you're a hot part of it.
Rumors can get one into unnecessary trouble, may spoil someone's current life or affect someone's future.

Coming back to what I am trying to tell is, please think before you talk about someone, while others do not do so, you could start and bring a change if not a major one but a small one.

In a country like India, where everyone is really bothered about the life of others, what do they do, how do they live, and like to intervene in their life, some even want to indulge into nasty spoilage, and especially when it comes to girls.

It is not easy to be a strong, independent, growing ambitious woman in India. While you hear about a thousand of ambitious women reaching heights, they have been so strong and willing, looking beyond horizons to be where they are today.

Then there are other girls, women, who don't think like the others do, and it is their own wish to be like that, unambitious maybe, or emotional, more into family, they want to be the way they have been bought up and above all, it is their choice.

Either way, both these women have one thing in common, bringing up a family, staring a new life. Whether through a Marriage, a broken marriage or single hood, however they wish to do it.

While when it comes to marriage, they leave their family and join another one, become a part of the new family they have newly linked to, change their names, to an extent even their identities, because after marriage in many cases what you were before this new beginning does not matter. The girl needs to adapt and live according to their lifestyle, and some liberal - broad minded modern families help the girl to be herself and adjust along with her and make her feel at home.

Her future could be beautiful or even a night mare.

And a beautiful future or a future full of nightmare includes internal and external factors.
Internal here, consists of the girl, her family, her husband, her new family.
External are the relatives and the World.
In India, if you are getting married, irrespective of an arranged or love, there is something called as "Inquiry", you know like the Police inquiry?

Here relatives, acquaintances, friends, and other external links help gather information about the Boy (to be groom) and the Girl (to be bride).
The common criteria are, one - status, two - family background, three - Horoscope match and the fourth highly important, CHARACTER, all of this comes way before the girl and boy have met, it doesn't matter if you know each other for years and are in love, and have tested your compatibility, fallen in love and understand the rapport with each other, know what you want, know that why you want to marry, NO.

Leaving out the first three, when it comes to the Character of the groom or bride, information is collected through external families, relatives, common friends or not, and other links.

Coming back to where I started, RUMORS.
Imagine, being asked about through the wrong people, the ones who are against you, jealous of you and others who have nothing at all to do with you but know something about that NEEDS TO BE TOLD.

A girl, from a good family, her father’s princess, her mother’s pillar, ambitious, rich by heart, caring, probably a perfect package, but, with 100 of untrue rumors behind her and she doesn't even know that.

Before she could even step into a beautiful future, it gets shattered because of misunderstandings or because one person believed those rumors even before they met the girl.

If you are a BOY, not educated, less educated, highly educated, ambitious or not, rich family or not, but your family wishes for a girl that fits their family the best, she's given the freedom to continue being who she is or live according to the roots and grounded rules by the new family.

What happens to her future?

Your tongue, your words could either do good or bad, to yourself or anyone.

Why talk bad about someone who's done nothing to you?
And even if they did, why spoil their life?
You are not God, you are not Karma, you are not the owner of your own life then why want to be of theirs?
You may be spreading rumors for fun, because you're not thinking.
Do you know how small this world has become not geographically but through connections?
Need I say more? Need I write more?

We can only be aware of what can stir up.
For a change be quiet, shut up, gossip but don't pass on the gossip, believe in Karma.


Love,
Trippy.

Tuesday 15 March 2016

Is it worth waiting?

Is it worth waiting?
I have always wanted to be with him, my feelings haven't changed and a decade has passed since I know him and have spoken to.
Strange how he used to say, people change with time and eventually disconnect and not everyone keeps in touch.
Then a new suck-fest began.
From MSN messenger to SMS to Facebook chat....
And yet we hardly spoke.
And yet we've hardly known.
Little that he knows that I have always liked him,
and wonder if he ever did?
What is he up to and does he have anyone in his life, is a mystery.
And I have no right or reason to ask,
and stalking an old love who's not active socially is a task.
Life is silly and love is madness...

And yet, hope never dies.
so is it worth waiting...?

Friend.

About the world YOU "know".

They started off with smiles
and on days you couldn't be alone
and so to pass some time...
Gossip, fun and attachment.

Exploring and wandering, dreaming and drinking, visiting and eating.

Movies, dancing and wine tasting, gigs and hukkah, hot boxes and long drives.

Summer, Rains and Winter,
or pathetic Spring and Autumn...

Shop and go wild...sale, sale, sale!

Things made you closer, feeling less of a loser.

However, time flies, my friend.
I will be there for you, they said.
I understand, so you were told.

How does it feel to go through the lies and sudden events all alone?
You.
You.
You.

You are your own friend.

Your own family.

Talk to yourself

Make yourself the one you will need forever.


Inspire, yourself.
This is Life.
Such is life.
Your life.

Something's Missing.

It's been rather long.

Long, having time and yet not having the energy to accept my mind.

My times have been tiring.
And eventually all the exciting- fun, over hyped events and occassions, killed my feelings.

I am absolutely fake when it comes to be excited.
I am content enough and yet not content. I am happy, yet not that happy to show how happy I am.

But people who are too happy, all the time, overwhelm me, so much so that I start to feel low...

Low enough to make me angry...

Angry because I don't know why am I feeling so low?

Am I depressed?
Because clearly the alcohol isn't working on me either.

No. I am not sad. I know when to be happy.
Just not too happy.

My life is just.... going on…
There is nothing new, and a lot is missing.

I am just waiting for someone to slap me out of my monotony and the cold brick that I have become.

Someone to add a spark.
Add Love, may be?


Love.
Trippy.

Grow Up

Grow Up.

What does it mean?
Does it mean you have to grow up to be mature
Or simply grow up physically?

How does it matter?
It matters, with time.

One grows up when they start to accept changes.
When they get used to things and patterns of life.

For me, I have grown up in many ways.

Acceptance being the core.
I have no space for negativity.

My heart isn't cold, but yes, I am detached, and that is just me protecting myself.

I regret nothing.
And above all,
I have begun to hate less and have started being happy for myself and others.

I have always liked and loved a guy, in hopes and dreams, sharing everything and nothing, but still not telling what I feel for him.

I haven't grown out of him, I haven't gotten over, but I have accepted everything.

I knew I could never be with him or have him for life.

And now I have grown up.

I am happy seeing him Happy with someone else, for I know if I were in her place, he would never smile this way with me the way he does with her.

Love is never too less, or too much, or not enough.
Love is love.

You just have to grow with it.


Love.
Trippy.

The Cherry Red Dress

I Wish...
To doll up in my Cherry Red Dress,
That makes me feel like a princess
Even if my head's a mess.

To be taken out and taken care of...
Where the time is filled with laughter and love,
And the present being cherished.

To be danced with
and smile all the way
To be swayed with feelings that won't fade away.

I Wish...
To be comforted in a way
That would make me feel at home
And yet on top of the world...

To share elements of life...
Where no doubts are exchanged but kisses instead.
I don't wish to reach the moon and hop on stars...
I wish to lay down on an empty street, park or on top of the car and star gaze...

I am sure it's a lot to ask for, since it's coming from someone who hasn't been made feel like that ever before.

Well the good news is that
my Cherry Red Dress is ready
I have my purse and accessories lined up...
but I am still waiting for someone
who could make my wish come true...in a day for a day.


Love.
Trippy

Be Yourself

It wasn't long time ago that a "once upon a time" loved one to ME, told me that I killed their feelings…and I am never there for them, and I am selfish and how I don't care enough.

Far from my reality, not knowing that there are days I am quiet because I don't want to hurt anyone, because I CARE.
Nights are scary because loneliness seeps in with the past, making me think wonder if my future is as dark as my nights.
And then there are days, I have to cry it out and to put myself to sleep, I don't call anyone and tell them how I am feeling, yes, I am SELFISH.
However I try to be there for people, my loved ones and my friends leaving my priorities aside, only because I just want to be there for them because I know how it feels when no one is there for you when you need them the most.
And like untold, un-warned December rains, some memories and some beliefs with connected dreams washed off...

None the less,
I continue to do what I do and what I like...
The least, I have learnt, is to love yourself, no matter what.
People will come, people will go.
They will talk, they will bark.


Be the way you are.
Be yourself.

Dear Mr. yet Another,

Dear Mr. yet Another,

My spontaneity gets me into trouble sometimes, troubles like you.
But when I met you all my hurt was forgotten and I felt new again. I found my old self again.
Then you gave me a ring and asked me to wait, I nodded and said please don't be late.
You hugged me tight and kissed me right and it was the perfect night.
when you left a part of me left with you and emptiness started to come around dancing again, and as usual I felt choked again.
Now you're forcing me to change for you but call it "us", the girl you were in "love" with wasn't as if enough.
And you want me to give my everything to you and probably leave you for my most loved ones who gave me birth, an identity and all the things in the world.
I know you for a month now, but I lost your ring already...
call it a sign or call it a sin, adding more than waiting for you for four long years to your list is not fun.
But you don't get it, you're forcing me, because you don't want to lose me, but you've already lost me.

Now I stand alone and smile for the sake of it, you want me to wait, I can't, and you're going to blame my hate for it.


In pain again,
Trippy.

I Lied

I lied.
I said I was fine, I lied.
I said everything will be okay, I lied.
I wanted to be loved, I lied.
I wanted to love, I lied.
I asked for peace, I did not get it.
Everyone was happy, I was happy too, I lied.
They said I will get whatever I want, I said I have it all, I lied.
They said, I will be loved, I said I know, I lied.

Now I am tired.
I wished to never see the sun rise, I lied.

The Goa Life

Legendary stares
Karaoke Nights
Strangers Cheer
Heart feels light.
of Alcohol with coke,
a Joker's delight;
Vodka, Tequila, Rum and Scotch,
New friends blending, with bonds that last.
A night to remember,
sparks lit,
Dancing together, hand in hand,
cheek to cheek,
Racing heart beats, a connection on peak!
Sugar, spice and everything was nice,
The night was ours,
Love was it.
Mojo to Cavala, Goa Goa,
flashing lights, cheesy bites,
urge to kiss, but holding tight.
None of the drinks worked,
the high was of another notion, of the one of a kind when you meet the one.
Alcohol high was a waste, the vibes did the talking,
driving to the shore and back,
the night wasn't ending.
As morning slipped in, but the magical presence was just to stay.
Ready to go?
Na ah!
Don't leave.
I don't want to go.
Would you wait for two years?
If it isn't bullshit, I just might...
Kisses and hugs started off right.

Till distance does us part...
Waiting for another night,
where strangers are no longer strangers,
Karaoke, Dancing, Drinking and Smoking Milds
Hearts will meet in Goa's Life.

Get Magic

For you can’t pause Time,
For You cannot control fall.
What has been lost should be buried…
And if Love is what you wait for,
Wait with Open Arms,
Wait with Eyes Closed,
Expect Nothing.
Imagine Nothing.

What you will get, is Magic!



Disturbed


Memories living in every part of my body that now lies like a corpse;
Breathless and choking the soul cries for Love.
It wants to be cared, wants to care.

Stamped over, knocked down, still doesn’t lose hope; helps everyone as it still longs for Love.
A heart stabbed way too much, now immune to hurt, yet waits for someone to come by and cure with Love.

But the world wants more and don’t know what…

The corpse lies, the soul cries and the heart, slowly dying.


What remains is DISTURBANCE.

Monday 29 February 2016

You Are

You are your own Limit,
Your own Destroyer
and
Your Own Saviour.


Love,
Trippy

Strong and Mild

She pulled him towards her, from the darkness to light
From Djarum Black to Marlboro Lights.
She locked her lips to his
Feeling their Love between smoke and delight.
Relishing the sour Tobacco in their tasteless Life.
Wild in their Fantasies
Shy in their Art
Arms held Tight
In fear of Depart…
When their eyes opened
Everything fell in place
They smoked, shared puffs
As they lied between the Dark and Light

With Tuborg Strong and Classic Mild.

In Rhymes

Burning – burning was my Heart
Turning – my Life was turning
Churning – churning was my Life’s cart
Learning – I am learning to Love
Earning – earning Blessings…
Returning – returning to the Same
Darling – He called it like my name
Morning – where Light Breathes
Warning – aware of the Sins
Purring – like a Persian cat
Twirling – the Winds around my Hair
Occurring – Memories in my Head
Flirting – with Desires
Swirling – in a thoughtless Space
Disturbing – the Past
Deserving – Simple, sweet, Love
Blurring – the Past
Charming – the New Me!
Serving – the Love I never got
Purging – the Sickness out of me
Urging – Love
Chirping – with my Friends
Searching – the Love I need
Stirring – stirring colours in my soul
Curling – my thoughts like my Hair
Sterling – like Silver is my Future
Craving – for Spice in my Life

Whirling – with these Rhymes.

Every Day

Of broken hearts and crushing stones
Where lights are orange in a grey home
Reasons are unreasonable
Boredom is no choice
Memories clash and flash
Bring the heart a rash.

Wine feels more comforting
After a pitcher of Hazelnut and Malibu
And the lemon is of no need
For tears add the clue…

She drenched herself in the shower
And called it a rainy night.
The bed so white
With no signs of flies
All she wanted was to tear the papers and hearts out of her sight…
Her friends made plans
She was swinging on moods and clams.

The wine she looked at again
Painted her lips Red to look like a stain
Her soul as if wanting to break free
Dragged her out to the street.

Smile! Enjoy! Laugh and Whine!
This is a moment you should live to ride.
Steady in her heart and determined was her soul
Vulnerable was her body and the heart was cold.

So she laughed, enjoyed, whined and cried
She danced in pain
It started to rain
She drenched in sadness and it washed away.

I Hushed Him, He Smiled

The naughty kids on the road
Playing in rain, running after a toad.
I walked towards my car and saw him standing near
And everything slowed.
It took a moment for my mind to stop working
I was just standing near my car at the parking.
He walked towards me, I thought I was dreaming
I was nervous…my heartbeats racing.
His eyes looked deeper as he got closer
I was frozen.
His walk didn’t move me,
He walked faster
He was drenched and in white
His looks sent me shivers down my spine.
I was in a state of Trance,
As if I didn’t want him to stop.
I only wanted to watch him come towards me;
a never ending moment, only a scene replaying.
My link broke when a stone rolled under his foot and he hopped
Now he was in front me
He spoke something
And I didn’t hear.
I only stared at him, watched his lips move.
He thought of me as some maniac, for sure
Or probably thought I must be a mute.
I was lost in his eyes
And I think he was in mine
A car passed by in speed, splashed the muddy rain water over him
He looked sexier even more now
Our emotions swinging…
He was angry at the car
He screamed as if someone died…
I hushed him,


He looked back at me, and Smiled.

Dear S,

Dear S,
It’s been more than three years and to what others call of, “nothing” between us.
To tell the world, only my world, we were…NO, I was with you for a year. An eventful year filled with Love (Fake), Honesty (Lies), Trust (Bullshit), and Fun (Lust).
You made me feel like a Queen of your Life, you were the perfect boyfriend one would wish for, but it was a virtual world of joyrides in a dreamy amusement park in a no man’s land where you played with my heart that tore me apart.
You call yourself a mad scientist that proved me as your guinea pig.
While you cheated someone, and probably many before and after me, I yet forgive you, because I pity you. I pity you because you can be a good boyfriend only in words. I pity you because you want to play with feelings and not games. I pity you because you’ve created your image as a gentleman in public, but can’t hide the torturous mean person that you are in real.
I pity you because you will never get to be yourself, but I know how I want my man to be and he’s definitely not going to be like you.


Love,
Trippy.

Like I Feel

When you were here, wish you could feel the way I do.
Share a little, know a little and a little what we felt.
The Little we would be together, but the ‘little’ I know of is not going the way it should.
You are no more here, wish you could feel, Like I Do.

Empty, yet Happy.
Something inside me still waiting for that same little old thing called HOPE.
Hope to see you..
Besides me, around me, with me.
Empty isn’t empty enough;
Silence so loud that it hurts;
Happiness is just a word and incomplete is the only feeling left.

Now that you are not here, I know you importance, I know my days were days and nights were nights.
Now I only wish for the darkness, for I can hide in it; where I don’t have to bare the light of a bright sunny day or tolerate the fascination a night can bring to me.
This world is a scary place you know… not all people who smile mean peace to you.
Intentions are hidden while the eyes sparkle.

For I still miss you and wish you were here to know a little and share a little, to feel like I feel.

Love,
Trippy

Tuesday 23 February 2016

You Chose It

We always have an option... to be happy or sad to do or not to do...
We choose what we want, our wants depend on our thoughts and dreams, and we only get what we want...
So coming back to the first thing, what did you choose? Isn't this what you wanted? You did choose it, you know. You are the result of your own wants.

Regards, Me -
Your Perception.


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To the Eager & the Weaker



To

The Eager and the Weaker,
Falling is in trend
whether in or out
for your Heart to mend and bend.


He made her feel like no one other,
She loved him more than his mother
Year after Year
They made a promises
of Gifts of Love, togetherness and commitment
He held hand tight
not letting her go anywhere beyond his sight
His love was a prison
Her thoughts were free.
She gazed and loved,
hurt and even hurt less
She gave him whatever he asked
He wanted whatever she gave


They made promises of gifts of Love - now forced
And togetherness - less obliged
And commitment - never wanting...
Her love was true, but the heart was tired...
This distance ...I can't take - she said
Your love, I don't believe - He said.


Mirrors that once sparkled... broke
and tears ran down that the eyes tried to soak.
She begged, he left
He got someone else...
She stayed wet, in her dream house... on her bed

Mumbled, gambled, tumbled, cried and hit and spoke of betrayal...
Busy was the world
all she wanted was her fragile heart in a cradle...
In a dark Smokey corner she found her home.
She smoked alone, understood what's the world like...
Her loneliness became her strength
and washed out feelings and Love that made her eyes wet

She used the world, like it used her
she met new men,
laughed till 10
Counting stars in smoke
kissing in wild
till her mind spoke.

Love was once, not for more
I like my path
rough and sore...
for if you're eager you'd hurt more...
for if you're weaker...you'll find the best that's not even in life's store...





Never lose hope in yourself...
Love

@ChamkeeliTrippy

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Shushed

I don’t know if it’s funny or really sad,
But it is kind of hard to shut up about your feelings when you are nothing less than an open, talkative and a frank SCRAP BOOK.

Shushed,
Trippy.