A.V

Sometimes, the eternal rays of aura would impregnate the atmosphere with bliss. Peregrinating would feel tranquil. vellichor would extract saudade from depths. halycon would overwhelm  sirimiri would feel selcouth.  And Now The tranquility, the bliss, all have become spurious.  Never knew all my feeling were a thing of halcyon. But now,  not a feeling sparks inside what do you call this, Anhedonia right? It is lagom to kill the soul denouement remains one,  I would stand in the sight of death, mamihlapinatapai. A sad natsukashi remains.  A.V

 What should a traveler love? Who should a traveler love? Adventure? Or Solitude? What would a traveler like? Who would a traveler like? The sweet fruits? The bitterness of life? Why travel?  Why be a gypsy? Out of need? Or out of circumstances? What should a traveler love? Who should a traveler love? A person? Or A personification? Is it Courtship? Is it romance? Is it solitude? That the traveler seeks? Is it experience? Is it perspective? Is it knowledge? What does the traveler seek?   Is it a mountain? A land? Or is it life? What does the traveler travel? Is it life, is it self You seek.? Is it life, you travel Dear traveler? Are you a hopeless romantic? Then why do your eyes seek love? Is it the love of Krishna you seek? Is it the melody of flute you search? A.V

A little blurry vision. A way to escape reality A perspective of eagle A holistic way to see A love of a child A innocent soul A cuddle of empathy A result of consequences  Your sweet memories Your brown hairs with whites A dimple of one side Your voice A little imperfect But perfectly, imperfect The beauty of chaos Has engulfed even the observers Love and hate Life and death Health and disease Angel and devil The boundaries are soft The meaning are unclear The perspective  Is all their is. In the Chaos In the mess In the imperfections Their lies Morals and ethics Which change all the time No solid line is their to Reach perfection I laugh at the idea of perfection A.V 

I tried speaking. I tried reaching for help. I tried, I tried…. But. fed up with life is I itself. They shut me down. They refused to see. They ignored and. killed my heart in agony. Now I see myself, standing On the edge. Glowing  Like fireflies is the city. The breezes are smothering the ambers of life in me. I guess, I will move forward. I guess, my life will flash as I fall. I guess, my heart will burst with fear. I guess, I will still move forward. Life was hell for me. No interest sparked in mind. Days passed by staring The white wall of Psychiatric ward. I closed my eyes. Surrendered to death The next moment, I was falling in the sky, The sweet memories, Where were you hiding? Making me regret that. Lifes not that bad. But I had taken the step, I had surrendered. I guess this is how I die now. With tears in my eyes. A.V

In a classroom of thirty students,  I see the whole life in metaphors. In the lifeless paper, I see live butterflies bound to the windows, ever  flying in time.  They entangle and detangle with each other as old friends, and old souls. You see just origami, I see a whole life's metaphors.   Someday, I would see only the threads,  and the butterflies missing.  Like suddenly some lives left Earth,  Just so easily, just so suddenly. They see the sunshine, they experience the rain, they know the winters, they know the summers.  They know the happiness, they know the sorrows, They know the grief, they know the cries.  Dancing in the seasons, and slowly weathering.  I would see them endlessly, as the lessons were taught.  A.V

The aroma of flower buds, makes the endearing breeze alluring. Evening prayers move with the birds, to the corners of the sky. It is an evening of early spring. I see the Courtship of the sun and the moon, as they stare at each other from west to east, as the sun sets and the moon's ethereal rays strengthen.  My hands hold the book mritunjay.  I unfold the yugen, as it diaphanously  takes over my senses. In the background, there are songs of birds and insects.  A brown shawl is draped around my shoulders. It hugs me with warmth, and as the  cool wind eloquently teases me. My shoulders move closer  and my demure body fills with comfort.  On the roof, over a ladder, I read.  A.V

The self is no high scorer, past was as low as the bottom line, they said slow and steady wins the race, rose to average from the bottom, desires to get to the top, works to get, I desire what, all have their own puzzels, so I don't complain when I cant study, when someone dies, when tension roams the house,  when problems surround, I won't complain, but how do my mind will listen when it doesn't know how to control, when there are 2 swords in my heart, and intend to self-harm, now I doubt myself, if it is right or wrong, how high should I see.

Let us dance leisurely Let us hear one another Let us come close Let us blow away what we dread Let us build a courtship  Why time, you're teasing us? Let us spend splinters of you Let us fall for the moon Let us dissolve in the gates of the soul Let us hold one another's hearts Let us go to the dream world Why time, you're teasing us? Let us flood our eyes Let us pray an orison Let us keep our memories Let us dread death, as little as a bed Let us, love, beyond time, beyond death Please time, why don't you let us go? A.V

 Uncharted Territory  Ahead lies an uncharted territory  The two that guided, took a different route, They left us with a dream, and Some responsibilities.  To make this long adventure, eventful To make the little sprouts, grow To show them a path To form an ever-growing club. To teach To learn To love To traverse  Poetic Phosphenes  Vocal Lab Make Your Words Worth Bleeding Ink Ahead lies an uncharted territory  Filled with surprises and secrets Under the observance of elders We call it ‘The Writer’s Odyssey’ A.V

A memory saved an experience learned a whole pile of emotions felt Little confused, but we learn, to move onwards, with scars which makes us more, more of something, that we can't tell. Still can't say "Happy new year !!" with a whole heart feels like acting. With all of us together we hold our hearts and move together in time to a future better then yesterday as we hold on to the memories close to us. The person dies, but the soul moves onwards, but the soul moves onwards. A.V

 15 December 2022 Unit tests are on the move, and most of the students are absent for preparations. Its Psychology lesson, a small group of girls, a teacher, and me, are moving onward toward the fields to study. All of us sat down over a structure in close proximity. Music students were also in the fields, practicing. The slow melody hummed softly and dissolved in the cold breeze. We were studying under the apricity of the winter sun. Midst of ethereal rays I could feel the tranquillity, the delight. talks were thrown with the wind and applauded with our laughter, a sir had joined us in our Chattings.  The trees were dancing with the winds, and echoes of birds combined with the leaves.     Sometimes, when I feel oblivion, When my eyes get blurry, I can see the 7 colors of a rainbow and different hues of emotions, flowing amid of cool breeze. Butterflies roamed over the yellow daisies. Have you ever felt like you have created a core memory? or Have you ever longe...

01 December 2022  Sardiyo kai dino kai 2 baj rahai hai, hum school mai music room mai baithai hai, bs hum, sameer, geet padhnai wali kuch baachai aur eak adhyapika.     kuch hafto sai manovigyan ki teacher bhi medical leave mai hai yai hamara free lessom hai    ..... surya dev uss chokor khidki sai aai sai jaak rahai hai jai sai unnko bhi yai rag sunna ho, jai sai unn ko bhi in dhawani ki tarango ko sahailana ho sur, tal aur dhun ka aai sa sangam, hava mai bahai raah tha , jo payal ki chan chan, churiyo ki khan khan ko bhi kafi pichai chor diya.  aur hum, aur hum aur sammer apni hi dhun mai lagai  huai hai. Sameer wo sab hai wo hum nahi, aur hum wo sab hai jo sammer nahi. humari acchi banti hai,  hum mahaifil bithatai hai, mahool banatai hai, aur humari aatma apnai aap hi baatai shuru kar dai ti hai.... par iss samai, hum aur sammer kai beech mai bss rag maujuud hai, aur hum apni hi dhun mai, agal bagl baithai huai, padhai kar rahai hai. hava mai ...

 He and Her Her heart was a treasure, he stole it Her heart was a diamond, he broke it Her pride was a glass, he shattered it And now, she is not the romantic pink hues of the sunset, but the grey tint of the sky. The sudden hollow hole between Is taking everything inside Leaving her numb, cold, and quiet Like the grey tint of the sky Not the romantic pink hues of sunset Which now, she thinks, is a lie His life too used to be a garden full of vibrant ponies.. Now It lies barren in the broken field of dandelions.  His life too was like a glistening canvas Now it's wrapped in a monochrome facade For being the sunshine for her, He made himself the dark storm Tears in her calm eyes, Summoned a storm in his heart. and now with everything lying shattered, with broken threads all over time, a flower blooms, a flower of poison, with a hint of love.  ~words flowing in the winds of 'The Writer,s Odyssey'

 You said :- come and get me. I asked :- what are you trying to test? what do you think I am? I said :- you know I would follow you to the stars, amid dark nights of anhedonia,  only you would be the one I would chase in the meds. We know each other, so I ask you, where would you run off with those little legs of yours? I can always catch you. I can always hold you. I can always be there beside you to help you move onward. little girl, when you ask how far I can go with you, I would always say.......I would follow you to the stars........but just don't drag me with you to the morning runnings, please. 

let thy head rest over my lap let my fingers flow through thy vines let my hand softly pet thy head let us talk tales beneath cherry blossom let us create, midst of the winter breeze let us create, an alluring souvenir of our love. let my lips land on thy forehead  let thyself sleep, as dost I tell tales let our hearts resonate in unison let the swallows sing let the blossom fall as bestow let them fall and form a path for you. let me see thy endearing face  let me imagine thy dreams  let me feel thy breath let us walk, when you wake let us walk on blossoms let swallows sing a farewell song.  A.V