MESMERIZED BOOKWORM

Pages filled with words
Scurrying across the page
Building the suspense
That grips the mind
The knuckles tighten
The heart pumps
The eyes widen
The breath quickens
You turn the page
The cycle begins again
You turn the page again
And again
The thrill of turning pages
The night no longer drags on
The world shrinks
To the size of that book
You must find out
Curiosity grows
Heightens your cognitive powers
Damn it
It's not who I thought it was
You succumb
To the cunning,
Conniving
Clever
Author's ploy...

Searing Recollections

Simmering simpering seclusion
seduced by sanity
Silly stoic stories
Enslaved by serenity
sexy shimmering shells
of something showing
thru the sequestered sections
of a shuddering skin

Shooting, shouting, stalking, 
Sneaking suspiciously
shaking the spaces surrounding

Riveting, revitalising, refreshing
reality resoundingly roars
ringing thru the carpeted room
ripping and rocking
the foundations rarely seen
reading the risky notes
of the raging reaper
repairing the rotten rhymes

Succumbing to the rhetoric...
--Shivangi Vyasulu

The Summit

Flashes of light
Gashed and bubbled thoughts
Minuscule moments of doubt
scrambled by a single sound
across the view a sense of peace
of belonging and acceptance
a long way off yet within reach
Lingering questions float and lilt
Gliding thru the open air
in a magical moment of telepathy.
The moment arrests
Wobbles
stumbles
Stabilizes
Ending with a smile on both ends.

--Shivangi Vyasulu

Melancholy

MELANCHOLY

I want to write words
But they don’t seem to flow
No inspiration to think
I really don’t know
It’s tearing me apart

And now
I’m so alarmed
I’m flying between
Sky and earth
Till I fall into perspective

I’ve been through this block
But never gotten over it
I need to think
But can’t seem to succeed
Impossible expressions
Undeniable numbness
Just nudge me forward
I need to reach
That threshold for peace
And harmonic conveyance.
-Shivangi Vyasulu

I wrote this when I was suffering from a major bout of writer's block. I know its ironic. I felt like writing but I couldnt but I wrote anyway.

A blast from my past!

People from your past
Flood your present mind
Memories and thought
While you unwind.
From far away destinations
Perfect suggestions
Of communication
Their intention.
Welcome.
You're here.
I am glad.
Nice to see you.
It has been too long.
We had not kept in touch.
We were both too busy.
Unlike three years ago.
We had fun.
Partied hard.
Crammed.
Assignments.
Our nightmare.
Deadlines looming threateningly.
Where have you been?
Suddenly appearing in my thoughts.
I'm happy too see you again.
Welcome to my mind again.
Let us chat again.
Tell me more.
What's up?
Hello!

A taste of time-a waste of time

Traveling around
Searching for naught
can be a cool passtime
For a certain sort.
Some hound you
Some chat
Some say hello
And that's that.
Some compliment you
Some befriend you
Some speak rot
And totally offend you
Some look to tease
Some look for cheese
Others can't spell for peas.
For the love of God! please!
Surfing the net
Puts you at ease
But for some its their goal
Go get a life! Jeez!
A few chat coherently
Some even friendly
Some make you chat
And listen most patiently
Surfing the net
Just waiting for you to stop
Well if you don't say much
Expect that I'll talk
Speech is my thing
It's what I do
But if you're not really around
Then I'll write to you!
--Shivangi Vyasulu

Decaying links

The decay of communication day by day
Sometimes leaves one little to say.
Words become few and often nay
Few are too many for some peoples' day.
Friendly conversation hinders one's pay
Time to chat just fading away
Familiar faces move totally astray
Friendship and kinship suddenly fray
Get-togethers with family are a delay
Compared to efficient work anyway
The loss of conversation may
Ruin your special day
But hey
Stay.
                     Shivangi Vyasulu

The pros and cons of friendship

Friendship can be friendly
friendship can be great
Friendship can be implied
Friendship can be a debate
Friendship can be from afar
Friendship can be up close
Friendship can be in your face
Friendship can be in the closet
But friends can be more
Friends can be unpredictable
Friends can be rare
Friends can be inconsequential
Friends can lead to despair
Friends can be apologetic
Friends can be fake
But friends who are true don't make that mistake.
Friends don't hear clocks
Friends don't need to be told
Friends are those people with who you grow old.
Those who are around
Who know what to do
Are those your true friends
or are those who don't too?

Shivangi Vyasulu

TASTING EUPHORIC METALLICA

Watching the masters
Make puppets of us all
Making us yell
Headbang and call
The memories remain
The battery so strong
Should creeping death claim us
Nothing else matters at all
We'll toll that bell
Make that road our bride
Waiting with bated breath
Till enter Sandman
Wherever I may roam
For me the bell shall toll
I'll be off to never never land
And adapt to the unknown
If only metallica
Rides the lightning
Bangalore fade to black once more!

Fading Blueprint

Building a space to protect your soul
Requires some introspection.
Friends, critiques, foes, and events
Are not so much a consolation.
The walls begin to rise
The rigidity high
The structure starts to crumble.
The friendship that grew to support it all
Rotting the core pillars instead.
Replacing trust with deceit
Replacing freedom with boundaries
The structure is built again.
Friends turn foes and foes turn friends
It's most intoxicating.
Security crashes into doubt
Courtesy into chores
It is most excruciating
Solid shiny steel replaced by ferrous molds
Brittle and begin swaying.
The break is imminent
The loss apparent
The cynicism disheartening.
The optimists' smile
Turning sour in mind
Masking a faith so disconcerting.
Protecting the soul
No longer the goal
We expose it to chill n rain.
Till it festers hope
And corrodes plans
And makes you question your gain.

--Shivangi Vyasulu