Linearity at the Poles.

Whatever has once started off as a linear project, has somehow lost control from it’s original path. The chaos of energies fighting for the object to stay on its original trajectory- gets pushed and pulled in such a way that it gets deformed.

It depends on the viewer sitting at a distance who is unaware of the chaos though. Could be a creation of beauty or a total waste of energy. It’s always something which depends on the viewer’s own perception.

At the end of the day, all of this is just put out through the unknown forces and, imitation itself.

Someone has already done all of this. You’re doing it all over again.
The point is who does it better & not always how or why.

-AJ

The Plague

 I think with all might and all of the strength of mine 

Wondering if anyone could find the solution to a plagued heart and the promises it has tried to keep-

All these promises it tries to not let go of or to hide it from the deepest trench, a void which cannot be filled.
These promises serve no purpose, but only aim for utter destruction.
Dull eyes and damp smile which that face wears
Has no idea about the plague the might heart has been affected by-
The kind of a plague which sheds the autumn leaves, the kind of a plague which not even the roses of the warm-blooded people can survive.
The kind of a plague which in the name of these promises kept and hidden, chills us all to the bone.
  
                                            -AJ
                                            
                                              

Inner Conflict

 

Your own shadow

Despises the very thought of holding

Onto you

For better or worse

Your heart will never say so

That it still beats for you

But your mind

Will side with you

And against you at the same time

It will confuse you so much so

That when

You take one step forward

But you’re pushed two steps behind.

                                                                -AJ

                                                               

Chaos

We were

Like the burning petal of red roses

Turning black, charred with the blood on my wrist,

Like the smoke filling your lungs

Pecking on them with knives of blunt words and untold truth,

Like the snow freezing your bloodstream

Killing the very flow of everything within you

Everything.

-chaos you need to let go of//

-AJ

Frost over your lips and my wounds.

Oh love

How I wish it wasn’t for love that I were writing this to you..

This very letter-ish thing I do not even know or want to know of. Of denying the fact how I was so busy falling in love with all your insecurities and hopelessness of having a brighter day. Denying the very fact that whenever I saw you, all I could see was the happiness on your face and brokenness in your eyes which you tried to hide- by all means.
Dearest lover, I wish I could hold you in my arms and never let go of you, I wish I could tell you all about the galaxies I see in your eyes and oh god, how much they influence me. Wish I could tell you of the times I have wanted to hold your hand and offer you a shoulder to lean on, a set of chapped lips to kiss all your worries one final goodbye. I wish I could just once, once in all my life tell you of how beautiful you are, how much love I want to shower on your yearning heart.
Since the day I saw you my dear lover, god, how I wanted to sneak a peak through my glasses to catch a glimpse of you smiling your soul and heart out, with people I didn’t know, people I never wanted to  know.
Things tore my insides and ripped my soul apart but somehow, I still could find solace in the very breathe you breathed out, over my shoulder. Everything just seemed so perfect, I hope you know it now.

God

How bittersweet it is to fall in love with each and every broken piece of yours and forgetting to tend my wounds in the process of loving you till the very end of time and love itself?

I wish I could press my wounds against yours and not regret about the fact it will bleed all the more- so much so neither of us could be able to handle it.

And then, one day, we shall break-

All the starts will burn out and die in vain, anger, disgust and what not-

Not because our love was unrequited, but that it was not enough

To heal you.

Or me either.

                                                                -redinitheveins

Sit by the fire, Curse the Ash.

Hello, how low?

“The most vicious lie of all is the sort wherein we lie to our self and never ever give up on it and keep on carrying it to the very extent where we cannot hold it within us and that is when we create this very fake image of our self in our as well as in our friends’ minds’- but when this fake mask breaks off, the aftereffects of it are more than just destructive. The way our shadow leaves our side is so much more than just an illusion that one can never try and understand how it takes a toll as to how it starts affecting our life style and our way of addressing our self to others around us.

“An illusion is worth to be in the being only till the time it serves as the source of entertainment and that too, just to us”- the moment it turns into a battlefield, all the fun is gone and dead forever because the consequences are gonna be very costly and well, might be mind numbing in a few cases too. You might think you are of the sort of the ‘one-man army’ but you have your shadow with yourself- which guards you against your own negativity, saves you from the very worst phases of life where you might feel like you are not alone but it takes time to let it sink in that yes- the end is near. And trust me, when that very protective shield of your own self is gone, there isn’t nothing which can help you with yourself and that very destructive mind of yours which can trigger things in a way no one can ever imagine of.

The moment it turns into the reality, the fun of it being a real thing is gone- that is the very irony we live in and eventually succumb to it in the end. The kinda reality which we think does not exist in our mind or our world- the very little world we live in because we all have this very habit of never reflecting upon things according to the situations but to how we might be expecting the things to turn out as. According to us, that’s what the real reality is- that’s the ultimate truth and every aspect it deals with is also the one and only factual reality! Our minds have started functioning in a way where it makes us question our self worth and our very existence and well it basically leaves a negative remark on both our minds and soul because it affects us!

The only myth lies in a truth you speak when you try and be so much more than just confident and try not to drag it up but not everything is supposed to go according to your wish or so now will it? So what you do is try and the only thing you know and cover it up with such a story which is not even close to a version you might ever know. How much was it even worth to kill that very part of you which you wanted to get rid of but you did- in a way or two- or did you not? Myths lie in those moments where you fail to maintain an eye contact with the one you are conversing, with the one who is listening to your plea; with the one whom you are trying to seek help but he fails to offer you the kinda help you are looking for.

Just like the sadness of the very summertime speaks through your eyes and the paleness of your breathe- I realise you might be looking for the correct person in the wrong one. You think being surrounded by all of everyone and anyone will help you get rid of your melancholy, being around someone will heal the wounds and their scars which time has given off to you- the pain will end. The cold wind flowing around you freezes your soul and not your skin, kills your strength and not your weakness. Because you think so much so that you exhaust your brain, and basically your soul too in a way, you fail to focus on that very basic point in life where you start to lose that very essence in reality and also in the basics of humanity.