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Note to self.


Will people understand me? My words? Will they read me? What will they feel? Relatable or unrealistic? These questions cross my mind every now and then.

I don’t want to live the kind of life, everyone around me are living. Scheduled, timed and monotonic to be glued to specific boundaries and limits. I don’t want to be those kind, maybe I can’t be. I wasn’t born to be like them. I feel like the wind, the air, omnipresent but not still. I wanna be around everything, learn everything and anything new. I wanna explore. I wanna know. I want to learn, be inspired. I also want to give, to teach, to guide, to inspire.

I can’t be stuck between the real me and the survival me, who is just being another human who is competing with everyone in this crazy world and society. I don’t want to prove or show anyone, anything. It never bothered me. Yeah, to my parents? Yes. Always.it always did and does…

But until when??? 

If I wanna live real, I need to speak. If I want an extraordinarily life, I should be ready to face the end number of difficulty and downs. If I want to fly, I should not fear of falling from high. I need to gear up my everything, my every cell together and energize.

One of the prove of my courageous decision was to get ink on my skin for lifetime. That was my decision without fearing for the consequences from my parents. I was brave enough that time, I guess. When I was younger, I feel I was more liberal and stronger than now. I fell in love without fearing of heartbreaks and disappointments. Whereas nowadays, a pinch of fear shadows around me all the time.

My voice needs to be clear again. My thoughts needs to nenefree free. My words need to be beautiful and real. So again, my heart could understand what it wants. I need to fall in love again… I need to live. I need to be free…even from myself, I feel.

Finding the real me
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Never did our story ended


​Never did our story ended,

Never did we really depart.

It’s not the weather nor our history,

Which made me again think of us.

Courageous enough to tale our storyline,

In need for a better start,

Made me meticulously craft this act,

Ambiguous about the response.

Stereotype of our past was broken,

When we expressed with total transparency,

You and Me and the apology,

Filled my heart with a bliss.

No overpowering,

No conditions or controlled,

Love is not the long cheesy conversations,

But sometimes, it’s the short and real confabulations.

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It’s You, its always been you.


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It took 8 years to bring this dream, to make it come alive.
“It’s You,
It’s always been you.”

Finally releasing in few days…
Do grab a copy and give ur suggestions,
Would love ur reviews and forewords,
So I can climb higher in been a famous novelist… 🙂

With love,
Jyoti Vishwakarma.

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I feel like a windmill


I am standing still,
On the path where you left me last.
Gazing at the streetlights,
Passing each night with a hope to see you again.
Even your smallest thought,
Spins the windmill in my heart…(oh yeah)
Your memories make a tornado,
And make my life converse…
Give me air to breath and survive
Because your wind is blowing me off….
Give me air to breath and survive
Because your wind is spinning me round…
I feel like a windmill…windmill, windmill.
I feel like a windmill…windmill,windmill.

Come and kiss me back and bring me to life…
Because your wind is spinning me round…
I feel like a windmill…windmill, windmill.
I feel like a windmill…windmill,windmill.

I am done dying for you,
I am done with the patience to wait.
Thinking about the days of the past,
I doubt that you have ever even loved me…(oh yeah)
Your memories make a tornado,
And make my life converse…

Give me air to breath and survive
Because your wind is blowing me off….
Give me air to breath and survive
Because your wind is spinning me round…
I feel like a windmill…windmill, windmill.
I feel like a windmill…windmill,windmill.

Come and kiss me back and bring me to life…
Because your wind is spinning me round…
I feel like a windmill…windmill, windmill.
I feel like a windmill…windmill,windmill.
Baby, come back to me….

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He feels good as a stranger.


I don’t wanna see him, ever…
Because he feels good as a stranger.

His voice seems like I knew him from ever,
His words are like he knows what’s in my heart,
He pretty much knows what’s going on between us,
But I feel he is not that good for me.
He will make me fall for him again,
He can make me believe in it again,
He can totally make me go from down to high,
So I don’t wanna see him, ever…
Because he feels good as a stranger.

I like the way we talk whole night,
I like the way he laughs,
I like the way he makes me smile,
Laughing out real after a really long time…
So I don’t wanna see him, ever…
Because he feels good as a stranger.

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Nothing is more beautiful than your memories.


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Nothings is more beautiful than you,
Nothing is more real than your memories.
Sometimes I do make a try to not remember our days,
But nothings is more worth than living in our past old days…
Hiding from the world,
When self conscious confronts me,
I can’t disagree that
I wasn’t totally right!
I thought we were not meant to be together and
We will never miss each other ever,
Realizing now that I am still missing you.
Only I am… I guess.

No matter where you are,
You might be having hiccups,
I am smiling thinking about us,
And how stupid was our breakups.
I understand and wanna love you again,
I wanna treat you like a princess,
I wanna build up a castle for us this time,
That’s all I wanna confess.
Nothing was more valuable than your kisses,
Nothing was more precious than you.
Flying away from reality and am dreaming again,
But in real I know your loving your new life without me and
This time it’s Only me!!!

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My hearts sings aloud!!!


I WANNA BE WITH YOU…

I wanna be always with you,
No matter what next life gets to be,
I wanna die beside you,
No matter how much I suffer….

La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna be with you always,
La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna die in your arms…

You’re Saturday night’s kiss,
All the touches and licks,
You’re scent is still on my neck,
I wanna be addicted to you again….

La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna be with you always,
La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna die in your arms…

The ball room dancings,
The candle light dine along,
All that long walk on the moonlight,
My feets are still wet with that shore…

La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna be with you always,
La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna die in your arms…

Just be with me,
Hold me tight,
Close to my heartbeats…
As we played in the darkest light,
We were just nine or ten by then,
Let play more the darkest game,
You and ME,
Missing and hiding forever agian…

La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna be with you always,
La La La,
La La La La,
I wanna die in your arms…

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Always you...

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Maybe we should sleep tonight!!!


Maybe we should sleep tonight,
Under one cover hugging tight.
All the moment will pass with the rise,
From tomorrow you never gonna be mine…

It’s hard to believe,
You are so confused about us,
All the past years love,
All the past memories died.
You seem so cold,
Even I don’t care now, dats right.
Lets just sleep tonight,
Hugging each other tight…
Bcos from tomorrow you never gonna be mine…

The kisses at the beaches,
All the promises we made,
The passionate, craziest stuffs,
I don’t want any of those, dats right.
Your silly, stupid man,
With no guts to exclaim,
That your love will always be mine…
That crampy vibes of yours,
I don’t want any of those.
Lets just sleep tonight,
Hugging each other tight…
Bcos from tomorrow you never gonna be mine…

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Broken divine.


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Post visarjan,Mumbai

Found him at the shore,
Edges into the sand,
Broken and disrupted,
Shedded sparkle of his painted skin.
I was terrified to receive him there,
In such a abolished condition,
Along with many other screams.
Tears rolled to see what we do in the name of rituals.
We praise,
Pray,
Idolize
And put all are faith in him.
Waving him away in the water trumped aloud,
Nature pushes him back to us with the same drouse.
This is not him, just the carved body in with sand… That’s fair enough to give them back to us.
This end up Polluting the environment and demolishing the serene of blue stretches.
Lord Ganpati symbolic of prosperity and new hope to live anything new.
Than why,
The same old thoughts,
The same old methods,
Lets think all different,
And make a persistent change to this.

“Think different, think the eco-friendly way, the way he will be happy to see us care about the nature he created. Celebrate and bring him home every year but think something innovative, so he can go back completely blessing us, without been broken and sad.”

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