A sprinkle of sand, simple dreams and innocence

Dreams are like the sprinkle of sand,

flicker from the fingers in a flash,

disappear into dust,

time is fickle,

spectator to our aspirations,

weak at times,

losing the vigor,


walking through thorns,

a ruthless world,

can vilify us,

taking us away from our innocence,

battered and bruised,

ripping us apart,

an ongoing struggle and storm,

piercing the soul,

and harden us,

perhaps, no dream can wait,

helpless we become,

at events unfurling,

that control our existence,

we shall no longer remain the same,

the unrequited love that destroys the good soul,

hope is the only thread we hang on to,

being born again,

maybe our only option,

to re-kindle our dreams

Love
Vishal

Wild fragrance and sensual love

Scent of a voice,

imaginary face painting an image of flawless love,

it's rose,

or is it? 

fragrance of amorous intensity,

sex is,

the only real emotion and illusion in equal flurry,

caress my nerves with your scent,

for you are tempting like sinfully dark chocolate,

soft fur,

skinny velvety sensation,

run it deep as if it's a strong fragrance in the bud,

come on, tempt me with your charm,

shed every garment,

i can only be swayed by wild imagination,

sensuality cannot knock me off the perch,

i am selfish,

i am sex,

i am emotions.

Love

Vishal

Confessions of a wannabe writer

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1. Coffee and smoke to fire the imagination wild.

2. Draft stuck and lay untouched for weeks, as if it’s a virginal bride.

3. Running away from writing and the fear of not doing justice due to lame ideas.

4. Speaking to writers' friends on Facebook to pep the self to action.

5. Laziness to flesh ideas before writing.

6. Emotionally attachment to characters and urge to protect them.

7. Not thinking of the book to distance the self.

8. Too much of movies and personal experience hangover blurring the vision of pouring ink.

9. Ideas, Ideas where art thou! You are not hashish.

10. Where is my pot of weed? Gotta smoke up to imagine caterpillars creeping on the wall to chase the block.  Now you know where the crazy ideas come from?  

11. Tearing the paper with ink flowing. It’s not worth scribbling rubbish counting as ideas.

12. My Scotch whisky is over and the spell it cast on me to make characters go bonkers, imagining having sex in a moving car. Nah! Really! The soul tells me I am off and crack.

13. Whining time on FB and writing mindless tweet. Yeah, sometimes it’s called writing...140 characters.

14. Gotta cleanse the mind to the tune of de-cluttering the room filled with useless paper chits, notepad scattered on the table to double as great ideas to save the wanna be writer. Told you, it’s also called writing.

15. Imagining myself to be in a relationship with the hottest woman on earth. Now, who stole my condom? It’s no Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian and our own Sunny Leone. It’s the highway to sketch making out scenes that find expression in a badly drafted manuscript.

16. A shitty first draft and grammar nazi would hound me to death as if I am the long lost brother of Osama Bin Laden makes me reel in fear. Everything started all over again and it’s the same story. I feel like a rejected lover with the dreaded draft being Miss Pricey.

17. Come and break my heart, babe. Make me lose my mind over you to pen this best seller.

18. Why the fuck on earth this shit was sprinkled in the mind that I can be an aspiring writing doing rom-com a la Chetan Bhagat! I asked for it, after all. I could have been a gigolo, instead.

19. The shittiest post that you must be reading on this blog and cursing with mc or bc. Now, wait for my novel to hit the stands and you will troll me for reinventing the wheel for love, passion and break up doesn’t happen this way for me must be related to Rahul Gandhi politics or turning ghar wapsi upside down.

20. This thread is influenced and inspired by crazy writer Ritu Lalit.
 

Can we really love in Open Relationships?

The mind is a space. Marriage or relationships get so tricky nowadays, particularly when we are leading a stressful life that takes a toll on us. Fidelity or loyalty in a marriage can be personal in the way we look at things and the super successful wedlocks kinda made in a heaven can obscure so many things. Open the drawer and huge skeletons will pop out.

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The world is undergoing a sexual liberation with social media applications such as Tinder that gives the opportunity to swipe left, right and center. With the hum drum of life, it becomes extremely difficult to commit or invest in a long lasting relationship and the last thing that we want is emotional burden. Honestly speaking, I don't even know how tinder looks since there has been no urge to get myself an account. I have an impression that it's drab and routine much like pornography. Life is pretty much like the amorous relationships that we make and questioning the rules to make our own help to evolve and grow as human entities which move beyond bonding or attachment. Something that comes to the mind is the concept of open relationship which is relatively new in India but bares it open with uncertainty that marks each and every tie between a man and a woman, two men and two women.

The idea is not to indulge in promiscuity or have sex everyone you so desire who are willing to consent. The heart is fickle and it strays towards souls whom they love to fill the space as travelers in this incredible journey of passion. I think that the definition of love is subjective and much like morality or spirituality, it varies from person to person. The dichotomy lies in the feeling expressed that gives the nerve to be in love with different souls at various points or at the same time.

Love should be non-coercive and doesn't come with a statutory warning to confine someone in a frame of mind or for that matter, fulfilling norms. There are couples who are in relationships with different people and who don't cheat on their partners that make the whole thing about choice as transparent. We are free will travelers. I have always been pro-choice where rules should not be imposed, unlike the one-to-one relationships where boundaries are drawn. In life, one should experiment with almost everything that seeks liberation or fulfillment.

I am not advocating open relationships or sleeping around but the fact remains that it can be therapeutic to removed aspects such as longing or jealousy. The lack of space in a relationship can stifle free individuals who believe in having their own set of established rules.  The main argument is what's wrong for someone to choose to be in relationships with different people as long as it doesn't harm or kill anyone which is beyond sex or intimacy but got everything to do with them. Such open relationships teach human so many things to be in touch with the inner self, loving oneself that matters the most rather than growing old with a single someone. Open relationships have the merit to flit easily in our social lives and remove mental blockage that holds us back.

Such relationships can get tricky where there is a dearth of open-minded people for it's all about exploring the soul and the friendship between two people who are together. The playfulness in this scheme of things, foreplay during the act and relying on each other's advice while being attracted to someone else deepen the bond that serves as a great lesson as well as wisdom before taking the plunge.

Of course, I am not advocating or endorsing open relationships but something that we can reflect on and how it can help us to grow ten fold while at the same time unclipping the wings to detach. Suffocation is the biggest bane. Learn to feel the free love and not get overworked when your partner is with someone else subjected to consent between both partners. It can empower the soul and open the heart to reach escalating heights and touch the wider horizon.

Love
Vishal