!!! Where is Love !!!

What is the point of imagining love,
Having faith in the destiny and
Withholding your beliefs & dreams
When,
whenever world is cold & stone
When you take the wounds by time, alone
Whenever emotions are shattered
And your soul yet again clobbered
That is the time you look around
To see someone holding you
Or fight for you to save you from frowns
But, all you see is pairs of eyes unconnected,
Figures full of betrayal & lie…
Standing alone, no one to call, no one to hold
That’s when you question the power of love
May be there is power in it…
But then where the hell is love????

Written By – Ebbing Reliance

!!! AfterGlow !!!

You & I ...work differently..
Beyond the imagination & possible understanding of this world...
Just as the exuberance that one feels when they see..
The first leaf falling from the tree, down on Earth...
Though to the eyes of beholder it's a beautiful Moment...
To experience the start of the Autumn...
But for that leaf it was the end of its existence...
Our story is as incomprehensible as, Beauty is, in that moment of Sadness...

Written By - Ritika Patel "In Understanding"

For you & me:

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!!! Wishes !!!

Just a bit more grace, a bit more panache, a bit more splendor

That’s all she is asking for..
They look at her as if she doesn’t belong there
They stand a bit closer to ones they consider their flair
Feels like an outsider as in this world she never had a share
Though confident outside, internally
She just melts in the heat of the pain
Just the right finesse where ever she looks
Can she become the reason for some ones’ every move?
She defies being let down with all those who glare
Even though it’s taking all her might to keep the faith
Just a bit more grace, a bit more panache, a bit more splendor
That’s all she is asking for…

Written By – ‘Wishlist”

!!! It Never Goes Away !!!



Picture Courtesy  Damontosa's Photostream

The Clock at my Night stand keeps ticking away
But that "feeling" it never goes away..
The imagination never stops...
And the world is the same as it was a decade ago...
But that "feeling" it never goes away...

Laughter, Talks, Decisions in Profession
Get Together, Hangouts, Celebrations
Everything at its crust, Everything at it bests
But even an hour without that "feeling" don't last
And the Clock is ticking fast..

Looking around seeing those who are the closest
Owning Materialism, most deserving, only the best 
But that "feeling" hovers every minute, every day
And the clock keeps ticking away..

Morning starts with it all around
Night refuses to end without it somehow
Its existence expanding the void, long forgotten..

Suffocation is, when words refuses to define it
And the expression fails to explain it
As I desperately try to find out what it is,
where it comes from and the reason of why it exist....

But the clock at my night stand keeps ticking away
And that "feeling" stubbornly refuses to go away...

Written By - Who else
"Wondering How Long He Wants me to Wait"

!!! Blog Walking !!!

Heart just ruptures
As it hears the silence of the moment
Desperately trying to connect
At least with one who can tell
What you are feeling day in & day out

I do blog walking whole night
Trying to capture the peace of mind
Trying to find someone who has feelings like mine
As it scares to be only one with the emotions so lone

Many I see have the same words like mine
Others go deep with phrases defined
Some capture the moment and makes a story
Others just randomly touch you so whole heartedly

I do blog walking whole night
I find tears that shares the same rhyme
I find profound expressions, for which I was once coveted
I stumble upon prayers for faith and hymns of love
I see everything I need too I still am empty handed

I do blog walking whole night
To find words for upheaval of this sensation
To find expressions, for what I sought in this commotion
I take this journey to find at least one to match with
But we stand differentiated by our own present & past
Yet I find uncanny similarities of life in each heart

I do blog walking whole night
To shoo away the blues and feeling of solitude
For once to get away from the love crap, the frustration and the maze of relations
But I find that the world is dominated (happily/unhappily) by only one word “Emotions”

Written By - Ritika Patel

!!! Determination !!!

I had been covered with mud for way too long..
You chose the same time to gift me the scars of your word song..
Weren't you aware that wounds burn the most when mud covers its host..
Like a alarm I kept shrieking for your support..
While you relentlessly kept snoozing me away..
I stand at the coast now looking back at the sea..
Who tried to swallow me and then pushed me back to the shore..
It was not my friend neither my foe..
People will only be empowered to burn you or snooze you away if you allow them to ..

"Life is no series of planned destinations instead a manifestation of planned determination"

Written By - Ritika Patel "

!!! Renaissance !!!

Emotions so alive in me

Had wandered paths of thorn n dust

Have been slaughtered and shunned

Searching for the destination undefined

Waiting for breezes to calm the wounds

Asked him hundred times for the showdown

Every time he said love is the only cure

Moment I stopped to weigh his words

I saw that I am standing at your door

Stunned as I was I couldn't move,

We understood each others emotional tour
The wait was too long, it has ruptured our soul

Now I dont look at windows every dawn

Now I don't look for your sight in the crowd

Now I have you and you have me

With and Within each other
We were from two different worlds
Unrelated to everyone who exist in it
Came together to make our own world

As we dwell in Renaissance!!!

Written By: Ritika Patel "Result of a Blissful Fight with Self - as "you" like to call it"

!!! Another Story !!!

Following the mist of the numinous time
As I hold, to pen down my feelings, so alive
The echo of winter breeze, whispering for me
As I hold, to listen the symphony they preach 

Green & red of trees, lead the path, I dream
As I hold, to view the canvas of my dreams
The water below my feet reflecting all tenses
As I hold, to sink into the destiny’s quintessence

All the stars, I once wished upon
As I hold, spreading my arms embracing all
They Shine above showing me my glory
As I hold, to wish last time in this story

I walk a step closer towards God
As I hold, to stop & pray for the loss
I fly in the imagination of my conviction
As I hold, to prepare myself for the foundation 

Written By: Ritika Patel  “for everything that ever was and will ever be”

Not So Dark Corner in a Teenager’s Mind

Don’t stay up, Put that down
Never on dinner table, bring that frown,
How I disobey, is all I hear,
Where I rest my head, now I rest my tears
I sleep now with lights- on-my night stand
I need to be free and wild, does nobody understand....

Boys get boner for no reason; girls wonder why they’re changing,
Don’t discount my pain; my issues are high ranging,
Acne is feeling like a dot puzzle on my face,
Why my wishes go unnoticed in lower case
Why you focus your lens on me, can’t you see m getting tanned?
God is simply picking on me, does nobody understand!

Grades are flying low with all shades of grey,
All I need is the new bike, that’s all that I care,
I’ve been down that road too often, where there's a dead end,
I can’t put my heart where’s my mind, all later I repent,
When the joke’s on you, you can only laugh canned,
I want to create and they want me to fence, does nobody understand!

Don’t make me compare blood ties and concert with friends,
Thing about family obligation is, all you get is pretence,
I know I be lost, if you don’t dose me your doses,
Let’s bargain with slaps I don’t like bleeding noses!
I do have my own dreams, they don’t need another’s’ brand
The rope will make its mark on stone, does nobody understand?

Written By: Raweesh Patel

!!! Sweet Blasphemy !!!

No matter who we are or where we live, deep inside we all feel incomplete.

It's like we have lost something and need to get it back.

Just what that something is, most of us never find out.

And of those who do, even fewer manage to go out and look for it.

- Sweet Blasphemy