Pleasant sunshine once hit her face

But she unwillingly turned around

Clutching away the sadness she had enrolled

Since the day she was found

No one did ask her about her distress

No one did care, no one did crave

The soul never sighed, the soul never leaped

The soul only whimpered in her sleep

At times she bubbled, at times she blurred

But something mystified the aura around her

Such confused and such perplexed

Was I when I thought about her…

Once her brown beady eyes saw some rain

And then I did spot their hidden pain

But still she lied, still remained strong in fib

This made the paper touch my nib

Such was she…



Thanks for being a part of my paradox!



Crests and troughs




Crests and troughs;

Do come and go

Sometimes high;

Sometimes low

Sometimes hesitating;

Sometimes sound

Sometimes cornered;

Sometimes round

Sometimes linger;

Sometimes do cease

Sometimes do let

The soul at ease…


They occur like the tides;

High and low

Sometimes just soothe;

Sometimes ruthlessly blow

They occur, did occur

And always will

They never time-out;

Or nor sit still…

They are some openings

Profound for glee

Representing  gearing up

For a fresh new-fangled destiny


So tides may dampen;

But tides don’t kill

Those crests and troughs;

Come and go uphill….

They just masquerade

Into a horrendous disguise

So one doesn’t see

The cloaked thing nice…

One keeps running away

Until it halts

And misses the splendor

Godsend. By one’s own fault…



Our problems do come with the solutions, don’t they? They even bring amongst them pristine changes, leading to a sunnier land… The only thing is, missing or denying them due to our misconceptions and fears for a it, or the small negative part it contains(on the cover)….isn’t it? Here guys! Happy New Year!!! And by the way, its 100th day of “entangled in paradox” on WordPress today!!! So, cheerssss!!!!!!!!!!!   ————————>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A tincture of each.









What color do the winds have?

What color does the music high?

What colors do the feelings deep?

What color does the tears, the sigh?


No particular color,

But a tincture of each.


What color does the heartbeat have?

What color does my emotions?

What colors do the light of joy?

What colors do the rules, the notions?


No particular color,

But a tincture of each.


What color do our dreams have?

What color does our life?

What color does the words that calm?

What colors the words of hope and strife?


No particular color,

But a tincture of each.


What color does my smile have?

What colors do my pains?

What color does a child spread?

What color does the rain?


No particular color,

But a tincture of each.


A bit of snow, fields, mountains and ditch,

Some pain, some joy, some hide and seek,

Some lemon, some apple, some orange and peach,

Life is nothing, but a tincture of each.



No particular color,

But a tincture of each.



© 2012 


 Thanks for being with me friends, you all are different, special, away, near, tall, short, rural, urban,

  red, blue, green, purple, rainbowa tincture of each!


Enjoy our paradox!




It hurts – being lonely


When a hand wipes my tears away,

and I realise its mine

It hurts.


When a shadow seems near in a dark room,

And I realise its just an illusion

It hurts.


When my eyes seem sore, and a hand hands a napkin

And I realise its mine

It hurts.

When I feel deserted, and someone seems to hug

And I realise its just a play of my mind

It hurts.


When someone tells me, “it will be fine”

And I realise, its only my heart

It hurts.


When I realise no one understands, and no one can

Even the creator

Its hurts.





Thanks for the read loviees!

One thing, feeling the same, at times is ok…but never ever beleive in this…this is only a piece of feeling…

there may be thousands of problems…but be +ive!

Have fun!