Certainly, not squiggles

[audaciousnotes]

Heart and Demon Wings!

His lips are not of sinners

yet the taste is slowly turning bitter.

Hell is here and I fear my love for him.

Kisses are getting dirty;

with a tint of innocence, however quirky.

But he has a pure soul and a fine mind.

There’s fire all over in this,

and he’s seeking peace.

I want to calm him with the blood running in my veins;

vigilant enough to burn him with my flames.

He likes speaking in between breaths.

I like making him shut in breaks.

My words are less to describe his eyes,

delightful and dangerous at the same time.

He is aware of the strength in my arms,

I’m sure of making him melt in them.

Magic in wild and colors in life,

makes him want the dark more.

He has a heart of a King,

still demands demon wings!

[audaciousnotes]

Poets shape verses accordingly

Every time you read a poem,

it would be different than previous.

Poets shape verses accordingly,

and add warmth into raw words of obvious.

A poem is a mystery to everyone,

filled with pain and desires.

Poets shape verses accordingly,

and arrange the words before they expire.

A poem can make lifeless person feel alive,

but make the mind a horrific place.

Poets shape verses accordingly,

and let words flow in their own space.

A poem could be difficult to understand,

because it possesses calm and clash.

Poets shape verses accordingly,

and avoid words to turn into ash.

If poems would be written on the skin,

everything would bleed and shed.

Poets shape verses accordingly,

and instead of vintage words turn red.

[audaciousnotes]

Nude Poetry

Slow kisses and fast heartbeats,

Soft fingers and crushed sheets.

No inch untouched with your violet lips all around,

Cover me with your skin because I desire to be brown.

Gasp close to my ear and make me moan,

Let the fire flow from flesh to bone.

Run your palms through my hair,

Look me in the eye and make it worth a stare.

Drench me with the wine so white,

Decorate me at the sinful night.

Allow my neck to feel your tongue gliding,

Tolerate your back to undergo tracing.

Mind full of power; but body being hungry!

A forbidden soul; taste of nude poetry.

[audaciousnotes]

the and all the

the white moon and all the bright stars,

the bitter espresso and all the cold nights,

the unclear intimacy and all the prolonged talks,

the cozy sheet and all the free glimpses,

the hardest fall and all the vague hugs,

the heartfelt love and all the bad kisses,

the wild heart and all the improbable dreams,

the sacred trust and all the naked thoughts,

the correct intuition and all the wrong decisions,

the lost soul and all the hidden scars,

the slow poison and all the forgotten memories.

- Aishwarya Kulkarni

[audaciousnotes]

How’s this happening of me holding a pen again?

How’s this happening of me holding a pen again?

Trapped in the wit and bound by each vein.

My vision is blurred but my mind is clear;

I’ll take a paper but there’s something I fear.

Combination of thoughts made up inside my head;

The part of life simultaneously alive and dead.

The stars and the moon just one glance away;

Nobody knows how much these eyes weigh!

The eyelids are lift up to feel alive;

Emotions hit and put out the main five.

The dark isn’t enough to devastate;

Oh it's already midnight and the following date!

I can hear my name called out by the adjacent river;

Winds and waves leaving me to shiver.

This world is numb and cold;

My soul is drifting apart and it needs to be hold.

Look I am still breathing;

But my hands are freezing.

Yet I complete the poem and put a full stop of done;

Miracles do happen, I’ve recently experienced one.

Now I keep my pen & paper aside;

This happens all the time and I’m always abide.

Twenty-four hours of exertion and sound;

It requires some peace to be found.

This is an unending chain;

How’s this happening of me holding a pen again?

[audaciousnotes]

Vaguely Smart & Candidly Dumb

Everyone over thinks, but no one is ready to accept;

each mind moves a thousand miles every day. Everyone is unhappy, but no one believes to be;

we are fooled by ourselves and the world as well. Everyone is judgemental, but no one wants to be a prey for one;

the only attitude we all possess is being casual. Ego is put at priority and Comparison is considered fine. Defeats aren't always welcomed and Victories need to be refused at times. The problem is : we think we all are smart, we think we all are grown ups, we think we can never be incorrect. But the problem is : we all are living in an illusion of acting smart;

the lives portrayed aren't the lives lived. We belong to the generation which is gormless. The generation which is accepting more epitaphs than odes. The only generation which simultaneously relates to : poems and proses, highs and lows, puns and quotes, tricks and tragedies. We're all adamant kids, falling out of change. We're all dead fishes, conforming water.

[audaciousnotes]

You are the fire

I am longing for your touch

and intrepid to be burnt.

I am longing for your warmth

in the freezing climate.

I am longing for your spark

and look into your eyes.

I am longing for your brightness

in the pitch dark existence.

I am longing for your passion

to get merged with your flames.

You are the fire,

I’ve been longing to perceive.

[audaciousnotes]

Looking up in the sky

Looking up in the sky;

counting the stars with you.

Flying with the wings so high;

seeing the sun shine besides.

Collecting all the reasons;

knowing about none.

Comforting all the seasons;

whispering to the wind.

Connecting the glittery dots;

glowing in your eyes.

Tying up all the knots;

following the destined paths.

Dressing up with all the grace;

crushing the flowers with smell.

Holding onto each place;

remembering about every bloomy spring.

Wanting of warm magic;

wrapping under creased sheets.

Welcoming the day with beans being classic;

wondering about the spice of love.

Falling on the ground;

dancing like brown leaves.

Rising up with your sound;

listening to the delicate birds.

Looking up in the sky;

counting the stars with you.

Flying with the wings so high;

seeing the sun shine besides.

[audaciousnotes]

She is a prepossessing paradox

She is fond of sunsets,

yet prefers sunrise.

She cares about the weak heart,

yet is uncaring about her own.

She is surrounded by devils,

yet manages to find angels.

She is kind all the while,

yet mean at times.

She is faithful to the windy winter,

yet admires the soft summer.

She is passionate about her love,

yet apathetic in an irregular manner.

She is roughly foreseeable,

yet effortlessly unpredictable.

She is able to be whole,

yet unable to have a piece.

She is easily melted by the fire,

yet controls the tough cold core.

She lives in her own fantasies,

yet awaits an unpoetic reality.

She is a prepossessing paradox.

[audaciousnotes]

I’m not going to cry

Can you hold my scars once more; and be completely mine from day to night? Can you strip your thoughts once more; and heal my heart with a not so sinful bite? I want to yell to feel better; and express every letter. Crying will gradually make me think a little less. However my soul is relishing this mess. But I am not going to cry ever; as you will be safe inside me forever.

[audaciousnotes]

The Comfortable Chaos

The chaotic street;

And rushing crowd,

Processing in the midst of the chaos.

The chaotic mind;

And thundering veins,

Artistry in the midst of the chaos.

The chaotic skin;

And gleaming bones,

The stupor in the midst of the chaos.

The chaotic tongue;

And communicating fingers,

The fire in the midst of the chaos.

The chaotic heart;

And vibrating lips,

Pervading in the midst of the chaos.

The chaotic soul;

And sparkling eyes,

Authenticity in the midst of the chaos.

shifting or steady,

seasonal or structured,

The chaos has to be intriguing.

How beautiful the chaos is!

How peaceful the chaos feels!

Verses hold relevance like a broken crayon,

The magic in the poetry; the comfort in the chaos.

- Aishwarya

[audaciousnotes]

In the name of Mizpah

We are getting lost slowly,

As we embrace the sheets all over.

But I can still feel you,

As veil is the only cover.

The fragrance is however same,

And dreams are turning into tales.

No cessation can minimize the desire,

Why are we blaming this to be a barrier?

The await is existent,

Upon the effort of weaving.

Coming around and staying for a while,

Is what we are craving.

Putting back together isn’t an option,

For it needs to be shattered initially.

Surviving shouldn’t be a choice,

When you can live aesthetically.

Undergoing again and again through the skin,

Caring less for piling up the sins.

No we are not distracted from each other,

Because the bond is true to itself.

Although the paths are disconnected,

Who cares if we are detached by interval or death?

The soul will keep us tied up endlessly,

Sticking on the edge until the last breath.

We are blessed by Him,

Though we are not so near.

In the name of mizpah,

I’ll keep you always in my prayers.

- Aishwarya Kulkarni

[audaciousnotes]

Living till infinity! We live only for less time but when we die, we can stay forever. To be few years on earth does not mean to live. Home is when one would die and live till infinity.

[audaciousnotes]

Imperfectly Perfect

Perfect, Is It?

Why are we even bothered by 'perfect' in everything?

What is perfect? -

A cherry on the cake?

A first kiss?

A candle light dinner date?

A latest phone in hand?

A big mug of coffee?

A wallet full of notes?

A Jacuzzi?

 Nothing has to be perfect -

 Ever tried that fluffy and not so fancy vanilla home-made cake?

Ever tried to mess a kiss out of laughter and remembering it later?

Ever experienced a power outage and eating dal chawal on the dining table with candles?

Ever recalled those times when you met your relatives and friends only to talk and not for clicking pictures?

Ever tried a cup of tapri chai giggling with loved ones?

Ever thought of spending time with yourself and not those hard earned bucks?

Ever enjoyed dancing under a rainfall?

The little things around us make us happy. Why are we focusing on materialistic things?

Materialistic things play a negative role in our lives and it looks good only on social media.

Let nothing out of what people show off on social media affect you.

The inner happiness is prime and for that you need no word such as "perfect".

- Aishwarya

[audaciousnotes]

Slow process of learning

Even if you react,

it won't change anything,

it won't make people suddenly respect you,

people won’t trust your words soon,

it won't make people care for you,

it won't magically change their minds for you.

Sometimes it is better to let things be the way they are.

Let people go if they don't want to stay.

You cannot expect people to understand you every time.

People always don't get to know where you're coming from.

Chasing for answers and asking for clarifications will mentally suffice you,

But what about emotional stability?

You must not stick yourself onto what is happening around you.

This process of not letting things affect you, is a very slow process.

There is no need to rush yourself in this learning because it will make you

not bother with things for time being.

If you want to be happy, let this be a slow process of learning.

 - Aishwarya

[audaciousnotes]

Care or Control?

Having an argument and exchanging harsh words is fine.

You don't get upset with someone because that person does something wrong

but you get upset because that someone doesn't make up to your expectations.

There is a difference.

Conflicts are caused when you try to control someone under disguise of care.

The care from one person should never be perceived as controlled by another.

If you really care about someone, you will not get upset or angry with that person.

Try to keep searching for different ways to help that person.

If someone close to you struggling through time,

you need to closely observe if there is any subtle control hidden behind your apparent care.

Care is an expression of love while control is an expression of ego.

Control cuts but Care connects.

Control might hurt but Care always heals.

Often people are not wrong, they are just different.

So, Keep Caring.

 -Aishwarya

[audaciousnotes]

It was 7 o’clock in the morning.

It was Saturday, 8 o'clock in the evening, I finished my dinner followed by some household duties. The same morning I had received a mannequin in a bubble wrap for some work. It was around 11 in the night, I set an alarm for 7 a.m. and went to sleep with my cuddle doll.

It was 7 o'clock in the morning. My alarm rang and in a state of self-hypnosis, I snoozed it. I woke up hearing the knocking glass. I thought it was the window but there was no heavy wind. I realized it was from the mirror. I went close to the mirror and heard the popping of bubble wrap. Turning around wasn't an option but I looked back and found my cuddle sweety covered in that bubble wrap and popping each bubble. How could I switch on the already switched on lights! The mirror glass was knocked again. I looked to my left and to my right, down on the floor and up on the ceiling but it was the dresser which was calling me. I saw the grinning face of my cuddle doll through the mirror. As I started heading towards the mirror,  bubbles popped at my each step. I went closer and looked into the eye of my doll. It raised its hand, I raised mine. It asked me to lean towards it, I slowly leaned. I felt its presence and in my right ear, somebody whispered, "You're in deep sleep, honey. It's still 2 o'clock in the night". It was 7 o'clock in the morning. My alarm rang and in a state of self-hypnosis, I snoozed it.