"When my Heart ponders over the colors of life ... You come as a savior to my eyes And with my Pen I jot down the thoughts and embrace LIFE as it comes ... " - Saswati Barat



Monday, July 17, 2017

Ranting ode

 

insecurities and vulnerabilities
assistance and understanding
let you rip you off to multiple
other realities
metamorphosis into viabilities
kill your liabilities
sunshine of a new day
who do you think you are here to stay
back in the game like a
An old pro
With new roots
Kill the basicallies and the
Isotopic radioactive bullshits
Sit down bitch

 
-
Saswati Barat

Friday, September 23, 2016

On time

Of hours of faking looking into my phone
Showing I am busy running through lives and their stories
Not really ignoring you know, but I hope you understand my need to be hooked to my phone
Cause I don't find people like minded to talk to
So I'd rather drizzle with a life I can be what I am..
Innocent non cheating acts of pure fun and pass time
I am not sorry I did not remotely feel the need
Or may be I did
And it was not awkward
I had to scroll through the world's opinions on sarcasms created for humor cause it catches
Oh you are sharing your deep heart's treasure
But honey, I am busy checking out some unfamiliar interesting bodies
Look how wonder lust these are
It's been eons since I have felt this connected
She even listens to my kind of music
Im sorry I don't really know your favourite
But you need to like this creative here making fun of bull shit. . Don't you find it hilarious darling
Startling
Heart beating
Fading
Into time

Friday, December 18, 2015

Does a writer have a creative block long enough to forget what's on the other side of the moon on a no moon day ?

Can a runner be so damaged to not run with once injured but now healthy knees?

Will a dancer ever stop tapping her broken ankle to the beats of her heart?

But what would an artist create without the eyes of inspiration in his imagination ? 

What do they do ?



Thursday, July 30, 2015

Perceptions of reality
Dilute in doubt, mischief and disgust
Of past how lives sacrifice and teach
Lost
Betrayed
Swayed
Wings of fortune shoot up
Character develops into personality
Bening trust spreads like infected mushrooms looking for grounds
Suck in the life
Breath down the neck
Surrender in the one which calls you by your name
Dust it, do not break it
Perceptions of reality change these days
One instant, you bring
The next, you take
Reasons which speak by themselves they say
Clouded rooms of buzzing sapiens
Damn the social life of hundreds
What is a conversation anyway
Who would have thought eh, that one day someone walking in
Teach you to be wiser than you think
Tell you to stand still as you speak
Notorious kid
Elementary
Run faster than you can
Ideas can spread like fire
Intelligence begins to weigh down a burden
Resistance to change
Correct me if I am wrong, who would have thought that we would think
Think if we would turn out the way we are now
If you know what now can mean
This moment of reality, past all others which exist
Parallely in this one universe


Friday, January 24, 2014

Unity in our Diversity: Mizohican: Chp 492. Quora: What do people of Mizoram think about India?

Mizohican: Chp 492. Quora: What do people of Mizoram think about India?


Probably one of the most honest and elaborated answer one could give. Very surprising, very interesting, very heart touching. 


India is a soup. Made up of various races, cultures, people, genes who have their own physical features, apart from their separate ancestral histories, languages, food habits and probably everything else apart from the common history and geography of our shared and beloved mother land, of our beloved and glorious past, of our freedom struggle and of our legacy of tolerance, which transpires into love and brotherhood. It is sad indeed that even today, as we step into 64th Republic Day of India, we still have notions about our diversity. Let us hope, that we can live up to the "Indian" spirit. Let us celebrate our differences.


Hats off to the author ! :)