is feeling the pinches of darkness, the giggles of light
March 9 2009
Shringi Vikas is counting the petals of dreams
March 13 2009
is falling in love with the distant cloud, with the yellow tree
March 18 2009
smile like that rhyme, blush like its rhythm
March 19 2009
lets fly and fly and fly ..... through the mountains to the highest sky...lets fly
March 20 2009
a few lines given to me........ and i am speechless..... a few minutes for me on the stage... and i have forgotten my steps
March 22 2009
we are young... and i dunno what we think
March 22 2009
a little drop of fear; an ocean of truth; few tears of wisdom; a stream unclear
April 3 2009
tonight i dont want to leave, i dont want to go anyplace i know.... i dont want to see any face i cognize; hear any voice i discern.... tonight i dont want to walk down the same street... the same length, the same feel
April 6
baffled I stand away from all..... gazing at the sky, waiting for the time to freeze... will the golden blue give me strength; will it, with me freeze.... or go ahead changing colors as the day proceeds and sync with me not before night, when both of us will turn black
April 7
whats in my next few minutes..... twinkles, tears, laughter, depth....Oh! I so wish it to be the foolish smile i could live only half yesterday
April 8
catch the sparkle, its flying away... either you jump that high and have your arms stretched or you learn flying that way
April 17
at times everything is too tough... and it gets tougher if u try taking it easy
May 10
this page of my life is half happy and half sad... the lines are so mixed.. i dunno when to smile and when to wait for smiling...... i wonder whats there on the next page and then on the next.. i wonder when and how does the book end..... I am thankful to(incomplete)
May 18
the joker card is shouting at me to call it a spade.... I will.
May 19
lies and secrets... stories of cobwebs, poems of pretense..... on my mind today is a shade of gray..... more black and white less
May 21
i am there where excitement gets boring
May 22
I looked too far into the mirror...saw thousands of layers of me.... few known... few new to me...... in me was desire, in me fulfillment, in me anger, in me silence... umpteen expressions captured in my face... one after the other displayed.... i looked (incomplete)
June 2 2009
looking at the world with big empty eyes... maybe the worlds emptiness is getting onto me
June 4
i am enjoying .. every bit of it.... If not in reality then in my dreams
June 15
i wish i could be more funny; i wish i could be more sharp; i wish i could look a little better; i wish i could smile wider; i wish i could love u more; i wish somehow i could melt your heart
June 16
i love that light coming through my window... as though a messiah to bring me peace; as though an arrow coming through its black sheath; as a hint of warmth in cold shallow breeze; an instruction intruding a strict creed; a sharp punishing look; a soft co (incomplete)
June 16
a fog; an illusion of being right .. a positive bright day against the dark night.... its me who sees both of it... in recurrence... in acceptance.... a smoke; an illusion being wrong... a confused panorama against the casual sky... its me who sees both o (incomplete)
June 18
the sun is getting darker everyday.... i wish to melt by the side of a flame.... that flame is called hope... but it fails to make the sun brighter anyway....
June 22
when i see you by my side.. i know it is a dream; when i see your hands clasping mine.. i know it is a dream; when you wrap me in your arms; when you smile with that charm.. i know its all a dream .... cause when i open my eyes you are too far to look at
incomplete
June 22
whats so precious in the sky that the clouds have to hide it from me
June 22
its means the world to me... our yesterday.... i don't know what happened that it slipped away.. where did i leave your hand... such that u never held it again... was that kiss our last kiss? will you never again say that you love me? where did the ashes
June 22
time is in my hands.. i crush it.. i expand it... ruin it.. walk on it... time doesnt end
June 24
i have nothing to say to the tree.... i got nothing for the fish.... nothing to sing on the sidewalk... no i dont have words for the sea... i am silent not because i am alone... i am silent cause i am speaking no more
June 24
there is blue when i look back and orange in the front.... the question is wats my fav color????
June 24
caught in the bangles of truth...the escape isnt clear.... I know they are made of glass.... but too strong to splinter
July 14
Ah! time to look out of the window... see where the wind today wants to go... I do it everyday... follow its trail.. keep guessing its way.... I know I will be there some day.
July 16
... What do you want.. A man or machine?? depth or wisdom... What you want is to feel or to think.... well.. you want my shadow or my skin??
July 16
Come... Show me a face I don't recognize... I will paint it as I like ... with it I will share my dream
July 17
If the tree can be foolish enough to fall in love with the wind.. why cant I be??
July 19
I was being dumb... Suddenly some smartness is blinking in my eyes...
July 19
i am a shallow wave struggling hard to shake the depth of the sea
July 22
drawing empty boxes on sand... i think i will fill them with wishes... and wait for the sea to take them to the one who will love to open these
July 24
There is a new light.. a new scene in my world... a new window ...a new beat on the drum..... there are a few new things in the sky; no wonder I am in love with the Sun
July 28
well the smile on my face might be my biggest mistake
July 30
this world is surely not my country.. its people not of my religion.... call me an outcast... I m scared to mingle
July 30
this barbaric smell is taking me further away...
August 1
I have lost the passion and the patience.... So that leaves me with myself again
August 3
today is the last day of the life i was living since past ten dayssss.... goodbye Shringi... there is a lot more to happen...
I have forgotten all the people i met yesterday
August 3
there is a fake sense of satisfaction... I am celebrating the satisfaction and the fact that I can fake it...
August 5
they day has begun with disappointment and a fight... and so shall it end.. amen.
august 8
looking at the sky:::: the windows are open and the fairies are looking at me; the windows are open and the devils are having the door's key; that window is open and so is my eye; that window is open and I am on a high.....
August 12
I have climbed the hills and crossed the river; now I want to sit and wait for the sun to rise.
August 17
The only way to live is with a blind heart and an empty mind
August 18
I am climbing to the sky; Why is my shadow still playing with the sand?
August 19
Something is spinning in my head; I hope its not guilt
I dont think so and I assume that the world doesnt think so
August 21
Today's sheet is filled with a noisy poetry; I must burn it or tear it off
August 28
the rain is never going to reach me again.. the weather is never gonna be so fine... the clouds are getting higher and the rain will stop somewhere in the middle of the sky.. to reach the drops I think I will have to fly
September 2
Well,... I took two steps ahead and there was this stunning white lake .. and then I took back my two steps to see that the mud here was no less
September 10
The mind is a mystery; thoughts - mesh; our actions - helpless followers of the fool... yet we call ourselves intellegent... Oh man! you scare me; I fail to understand your confidence and the description of your needs
Here's the game - both of us sit together and think and when we think the same thought you blink and I blink.... till we reach that lets just sit together and think
I feel I am two days behind time or maybe a two hundred years ahead... the former is more likely; I feel I am lost and I dont feel like getting any help; I am walking around the moon since the last two hundred years and the moon has become so used to me.
drinking water is not quenching my thirst; either I need to drink a lot more or maybe all those who know me take a sip
given a chance what would I like to be: a bird or a tree; a butterfly or a bee; a mad man or a scientist; a tourist or a ship;a horse or god; an ant or a hill; a poem or a muse; beats or mystery; rubik's cube or a painting; soul or skin; Was I given a chance when I chose to be ME?
October 22
this night has totally been a treat and its not over yet; I am absolutely clueless how tmrw is going to be or is there any tmrw at all.. but I am living tonight with all that I have and this night I hope never ends
and then I was thinking about photography; and I realised that no two moments repeat; and missing any is a crime.
Hello God!! Can I please live in some deja vu for the day?... I wud love to see a lot of things happen again.. we can have a quick recap of important events or the most commonplace ones .. I dont mind. Reply soon else I will plan it some other way. Thanks. Yours Shringi.
Now what do I say I asked god for memories and he gave me the rain; I asked him to make me a unique day and he gave me the rain; I asked god to give me some thoughts, the ones that have stains and he gave me the rain; Now what do I say I asked and asked and he kept dropping some more rain.
October 24
I am too silent to be heard and way too noisy to be understood
October 26
I was just wondering and thought : poets are fun and musical and they are like fantasy; they take you in a different world but in real we dont want poets around; we want someone more real.
The Messiah took two steps back; he thought he would do too much good. The people did not bother; they thought it was an interesting move
The brook made a mark and the river kept flowing; the onlookers noticed little of the fight that was going.
my words are my favorite game; I struggle to twist them and make them meaningless and they win churning some or the other sense out of them.
I learnt a few lessons last night: one: patience, philosophy, care and persistance are words that will take ages to make meaniing to me. two: the more I wonder; I will fly or I will sink. three: At times whats beautiful looses its luster on genuine admiration
let all the words we say have wings; let all we say fly in rings; let the words dance and what we speak is blurred; let the vision and music take over the meaning
I have fallen far behind the time I set for me.. And I dont know where to go cause I no more want to go where time was taking me
October 30
Look into my eyes if you dare and see how I see you; walk two steps with me if you dare and match the speed that I do; talk to me for a while if you dare and strip me with words like I would strip you; And if you can then lets together run a mile and for the moment breath the same air
I am one of so many with just so many dreams; just so many kicks; just so may questions; just so many tricks; like so many I am so special and like so many so obvious .. and just like so many so much of a deception.
November 5
I am ahead of so many and behind a LOT.. and yet I am running at a speed my meter cant catch .. fo what?.. to be ahead of a few more than so many and behind a few less than a LOT..... I must be crazy...but then... who is not?
The sun's too far and the moon's too cold... yet I want them both....so what if I am not too fond of them both
It's a choice that you make .....either you live in this world with people around bustling you with life(it's fun) or you dive into this world forgetting anybody other than you ever did or will exist
Its beautiful to see a man carved to perfection and its poetry to watch him melt...
like a spectator I watch, judge and clap.... enjoy the play of my life and others.... like a spectator I wonder at its direction, story and nuance.... like a spectator I appreciate and like another one I move on..
I dunno whether to celebrate the life coming in the next moment or mourn on the death of the previous... I dont know if I have lost what I was a moment back or gained an experience.. This cycle of life and death confuses me and even more so when it happens so often
I own a kite which doesnt want to fly.. It loves its colors and is scared that they will fade in the sky
how much do I pretend?... No, I am not happy... what??.. nobody cares.. NOBODY CARES.... then why was I ever pretending.
a slightly naughty morning dew is teasing me since quite some days now.. I know what it wants and it knows thats something I can never give
other than a few dark shades my painting is pretty colorful; why is the black then most attractive to all and why they all look just there
and it burnt to ashes, like all of it eventually will... I cry and take support of the flowing river which although will leave me; I hope will never end up in flames
I fell for those magical eyes.. those sparkling hollow eyes .... those eyes cheated me.... they promised so much and with a blink all of it just went
November 7
My loneliness is so full, Its people who make me feel empty
another thought on photography : my lens at times is my mirror and shows me my own shades as I look through it.. And then its a race where I have to catch the best and worst of myself. I click randomly; at times find myself unacceptable and most of the times beautiful....... I am a journey and my shots a proof of my existance
Is it too cold or I am too numb... I wish I had feelings enough to enjoy the breeze, the chit chat of friends, the smell of coffee... nothing seems to reach me... I have gone too far and I am feeling left behind
November 8
I enjoy being young.. It gives me all rights to be confused
November 9
I wonder how my silence looks: hollow, ripe, ugly, immature, foolish, fake, filled, dry, silent, very silent.
Nov 15
I spilled all the colors, words and beats I had... now I really dont have anything other than tears I guess...
Nov 16
and there are thousands of mirrors on the wall with thousand reflections of me; I am the owner of the image and also its reflection, I am the audience of the show and also its director.
December 7
So, I step on another one of those roads which don't take me home. I follow another one of those hopes which don't take me to the goal. These lights, these streets, these new found people, these shambles convince me that I was never meant to go anyplace I already know.
December 7
lights, people and shadows.... and what all compositions they can make. It can't be my eye that makes the world beautiful... the reason has to be something else.
December 16
I always knew that she was going till she finally went away....!!!
December 16
and you think writing helps me let my heart out....... no, It just makes me more complicated.
December 17
so thats how it goes.. blue birds goto heaven and the ones which sing end up there too.. and the eagles make it to hell
October 7
i wish I were like you perceive.... I wouldnt be lost under my thousand pretensions
September 24
thats how god made us bland, nude in very few silent shades and this how we decorated ourselves in colors sharp, regal and unreal
September 15
I dont need to be beautiful, my selling point are not my looks. p.s. this is exclusively for girls who think so.... Permit my laughter a few more decibels!!!
December 22
the day has passed, I agree it was beautiful but now a history and so are people.
December 21
There are too many things that make me low and a million things that make me smile.... Today I chose to feel high for all the resons that are meant to make me happy and ignore the ones that want me to cry
December 16
