My Life in Technicolor

In the end, an amateur hoping to find her ways, set on a journey to conquer self. Under the spotlight of Technicolor as life flashed vividly she thrive, stubble, loved and lived brightly, as hues of the sun changed. when the colors were washed into greys and as the contrast of her wrong and right settled in, she got tangled in between fantasy and reality. Even tho she was shattered and haunted but her will was strong and alive, she started fresh from the last page because every ending is a New Beginning.

This Valentine’s Day I feel appreciated, loved and alive seriously tho for a girl, love is a major priority and we can all blame Disney and chick flick on that. If it weren't for Disney a prince would have never saved the girl in the ending but its a mood swinger when PMS'ing, Even an animated character look totally kissable.... we forget everything just by that thought of being loved like a princess, Even if it is a cartoon, still heart wants what it wants. Isn’t it the same way around for guys?? It takes a struggle to find his Fair maiden, from the beginning till the end. And YES! the chase for love is an oldie in books. If you get fortunate and find the prince charming or cinderella your lucky in love. For few, they have to take chances and risk to find the shell which holds the real pearl inside it.. So if you’re lucky, you are just lucky but for some, this process is a more like a disappointment because that's what they get in the end..  So love is pure luc...

I walked to the shore and waited till sun sustained into the horizon imprinting every shade of gold that illuminated in the evening sky I stood on the edge, when the sun immersed in between sky and sea. wishing on the green flash to retain the lost essence of my life. My heart had desired for love but resonated around despair and it drained the strength to outrun the darkness But my thoughts were never at rest, until I decided to let go I took a step away and did not look back. Heedful of elsewhere, the diversion set me free the footprints on the sand were washed away, with no laments And when I looked back, I watched the most beautiful sunset of my life. There my pain settled to stay golden but rest in darkness.

There are voices in my head, Some loud, some dead, There is a silence in the moment, And there is a burning scent.. Those voices always rhymes, Some sings elegy, some sings chime, A family feeding a dinner on a dime, And the soul so sour so lime.. There are voices in my head, Some says beer, some says bread, A light of a cellphone, a tone of a text, Fight for  a lost hope , wait for the next.. Those voices points to my eyes, They ask why it cries, The world is cold as it seems, And the heart , loud it screams... There are voices in my head, Burying everything, which is not dead, It consumed me, all over again, I wonder what will wash that dark stain,that pain.. There are voices in my nerves, To my languid soul, it serves, Just like a signal from a brain, It fades away  and drains. There was a time I saw the hope, I remembered a magicians rope, You blink your eye and the trick is done, So is the life so much undone.. There ar...

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She smile while I cry She want to rave-up but I just want to hide She makes it look easy but I take the load She hugs me tight but it's never alright She fake it all and I go with the flow She is me but who am I? I see her woe but it is okay I don’t tackle because it is life If I let her stumble, she will learn to stand I'm strong because she is naive If I’m the lyrics, she is the song I'm her shadow, not her reflection  we are two shades of light but we always walk together. photo credit

Believe hard; hold the wait. Don’t let your hopes fade. Swap away the sadness because Happiness is not a wait. Let the sun shine and darkness rest. Breach the boundaries because life is a quest. Ocean is full of waves surf up with grace. Let your soul escape don’t scrape into a shape. Unleash the wild you don’t let the time tame you. Life is like an hour glass;  Walk a Liberty walk. photo credit 

photo credit:  Vivid Photography 

photo credit:  Vivid Photography 

photo credit:  Venku pandey 

photo credit:  Venku pandey 

photo credit: Venku pandey 

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When I think of the times, you're the best thing that ever happened. Everything you ever said,  Was a million words put into waste. Every promises you ever made,  Were a sweet trap bound to hell. And yet every time I believed in you,  without fail, you proved me a fool. All you say is broken apology,  because you do it all over again. But now I know, you're not sorry,you're only sorry you got caught. you are just a clown with a frown.  Empty & lost in the drought Heartless, yet you say you're in love. I feel so sorry for you right now. What you hide, won't stay hidden for long what goes around, comes back around  Everything you ever put me through,  every tricks you played,  everything else that you poisoned, Everything that I were was, Is a mistake I fell into,  I thought you did everything right! but your intentions can never be forgiven. But now I'm done. Done was...

Everything that triggers you.. The million words that hurt The reality of the time  The every missing pieces  The thousand broken promises  The elaborated love hoax The forgotten prayers  The whispers in the nights The polluted memories The truth you questioned  The lies you believed The self salvation The burning house of cards  The wild dreams  The heartaches  The pain of scars  The hurt of heal  The hateful love  The second chances The masked shadows The double standards The fake apologies  The last kiss The end of nothing  The regret of everything The realization of an illusion The never ending wait  The cursed nightmares The beauty turned ugly The woken alter ego The undone tattoos The unheard agony  The undead lament The toxic hopes The loud silence  The lau...