To You

You're there. Standing on the edge. A feet from the unfathomable barren trench, daunt and disparaged when you could be down the lush, happy waterfall that was on our way here, not too far back.

You've just been through the tempest of setbacks and then through the blind alley. You're down and you're trying to wash your face in the scummy mud water. You think that this is the only way forward. It may be a way but it is not going forwards. All this gloominess is just ushering the eclipse. And you know I plan to share my time with you. I'm trying my best to be your mountain, not to be scaled and beaten, but to fend you from the black clouds.

I can see you cry without any tear. Fighting the world, fighting me. Telling me to go away, to leave you alone, to let you be. But you ask something which is not easy. Cause time holds more than a fight ever can.

I miss my friend, the one who smiled and brought sunshine to the subterrane. Did I lose you somewhere in these bitter woods?

I try to be your mountain, not to be scaled and beaten but to fend you from the black clouds. I'm here, beside you, not ahead or before. Taking each step together, one day one climb. We took this as a married adventure and not as a strifeful race. And this unreal and unwanted antagonism is putting tension on the rope that's holding us together. I know I can't take this trek alone, without you. The blue devils are telling you that everything, everyone, I are against you. You're going down in your own eyes. But in my eyes, you'll just find concern and a sad fright, for losing a great friend, a companion.

It's getting darker with time, and the horrid bats are emerging. Dark creatures that can search to dig your happiness even without eyes. I'm waving my hands, all around you, to make them go, to turn them into butterflies. They trouble you, and this is one thing I, your friend, can't see.

Truth is, I'd lift a thousand stones on my back just to make your's lighter. But you're still trying to budge me away. If you wish, I'll leave but only when the dawn breaks. Not yet.

You've slipped once and the scraped knees are giving you pain, burning your insides. But you don't become a failed hiker because of one fall. You've got to brush your knees, pick yourself up and continue with the impending climb that'll take you to the glorious peak that awaits you.
The poison in you and hence in me is not meant to stay. It'll go once you smile that radiating smile.

Words and everything you make of them..

You can't begin to define a word without words

like one can't describe me without beginning with you.

What is a sentence? A jumble of words

What is love? A medley of us

The bond between the two letters in us

Is as strong as your hold on my hand.

A word from you can sparkle my day

None can take it's brilliance away.

When distance and others keep you long,

Some words is all I can give you.

But mark my words, please do

As my words are words and everything you make of them.

You tell me to be angry at you.

I try and try but fall and cry.

But my fall is in love and my cry a letter.

Feel my letter, hold it close

You may just hear it's troubling heart.

Three words, two heads, a lone essence.

I have a thousand things I want to tell

But now I'm at a loss of words.

With just one thing to say

With words, we'll together write a love song

You lip some and I lip some.

- Sleeping Devika

17 and counting..

It's exactly 11:01. Precisely 59 minutes before I'm officially declared 17 and sexy(by the Department of Hotties). And it just seized me, IT'S BEEN 17 YEARS. It's the sort of windy stroke that the West Wind( metaphor for birthday) brings followed by the silence speaking, have these 17 years been any worthwhile? (swish)
So I thought I'll try to make a list. Of seventeen things I'm happy I've done in life, that have made my life pretty, pink and prized. Drop in a congratulatory note if I do manage to reach 17.

So....

1. Dated(ing) my best friend

2. Learnt how to dance

3. Endeavored to and succeeded a little in being like my brother

4. Pursued science

5. Have the best memories of family vacations

6. Kissed the rain. Every time

7. Never hurt anyone or at least tried my best not to

8. Loved all my sisters and been the ultimate bridesmaid

9. Started to write

10. Always, without any exception felt bad about lying

11. Learnt to play the guitar

12. Cried in my mother's lap whenever I'm sad

13. Fantasized about love, life and everything nice

14. Forever worked hard and been a scholar student

15. Brought a smile to my parents' lips

16. Made one-in-a-million friends with one-in-a-million beating hearts

17. I still have 59 minutes right?

Sure. Whatever.

[Remember, I'm 16.]

DA :Hi! :)

Hey!

Helloooo?

Thr?

You:Yeah

DA :Hey, so what's up with you?

You:What?

DA :Nothing, I just asked whatssup. You seem busy, busy bee!

You:K.

DA :I'm thinking we should hang out. It'll be fun! Whaddya think?

You:Sure. Whatever.

You, BAMF. Who do you think you are? The King of England? No one, I repeat, NO ONE 'K's me.

That too with a dot. No.

I'm pissed. (Danger)

You can't treat me like your old Pallika jersey rolled up and stuffed at the back of the drawer. Dude, I'm Chanel.

Aaaaargh.

I hate you. Sorry, lovehate you.

Love= 1.73% Hate= 98.27%

1.73 cause you're the best buddy I've ever had. Period.

But seriously, what's up with you right now?

If I

GO TO --> OPTIONS --> HISTORY

I find the guy who's funny and friendly and fabulous. Now you're just fuck annoying. Your ego's been inflated and you don't have a byte of a nice thing to say to me anymore. Your indifference stings. Sarcasm's nice but it comes with a but. Having a normal conversation with you isn't the fun it used to be, it's more of an uphill task. You're too obsessed with your lil gimmicks. We're teens, yeah. That can save you only so much. You know I'm your only hope for sanity. Hold onto me like leeches do to cattle. I'm making an effort now. I'm doing it today, maybe tomorrow but if you're jackass enough to not know my market value (USD 9482)

Sure. Whatever.

- Sleeping Devika

My Escape Machine

[Hello you. If you're even there! Judging by my new frequency, you may have guessed I've been trying to be more spontaneous. If you can please just give me inputs, I'll be more than happy to incorporate. Thanks in advance!]

I pick up the keys, those tiny solutions

If only I had such keys to my locks.

Turn round, open.

I open the chains to my shiny black bike.

It's not just a bike, it's THE bike.

No it's not loaded with a jet blaster.

Nor does it have a pair of flappy wings.

It's of aluminium and not gold (Au, Z=79)

But it's my bike, my escape machine.

It's got wheels, not one but two.

And the wheel is a magnificent invention.

(Thank you Einstein of the yore)

If not for those two circles, I'd be stuck.

Pulled deep by the gravity of the labyrinth.

But now I'm going to escape into the void.

I'm going to paddle paddle, Fly.

-Sleeping Devika

Msilihin

"It takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction"

- Albert Einstein

A counter steer on a path of pursuit,

may just inch your way to the blue ribbon.

When we're busy enacting the opposite of opposite,

the passion though unopposed, goes astray.

A yacht meets adventure

when it sails against the tide.

You don't win a gamble without gambling anyway

Swim, don't float.

It's sweet, it is. Antagonism.

P.S. Try reading the title now!

Hint: Go backwards. Defy.

-Sleeping Devika