Cos’ I am a Creep.

Can you bring back the hour of the night?

Weight is dragged down the allies and in pain it shrieks away.

But he smacks the victim with a razorblade- commanding it to be quiet.

Swaying in the cries of the casualty, he is dancing in the glory of his prey.

 His right hand never travels away from the soar but the left is motioning in the air.

What a beautiful dancer.

 Take note of the whispers of the wind and on whose beats he discos without care.

Super September.

- Get SERIOUSLY wet in the rain.
- Hug a stranger.
- Make a video.
- Buy a sensually cuddle teddy bear.
- Kiss someone. Anyone.
- Be really, really sober while turning 17. Then dance on ’seventeen forever’.
- Sit on the street and chill with some real Indians.
- Buy someone Mcdonalds.

Let it rain. Let it rain.

I’ll update you.

 

Oh, no. I din’t die. Yet.

Ellooo- blog followers (if there are any). That is. I feeeeel like fucking dancing. And updating my blog. 

I SHALL DO BOTH (: 

Updates on Superb September… 

 

I couldn’t think of anything else.

So, when you look out the window and see nothing but the moon staring back,

Remember, recollect and realize it’s the memorabilia of our love that shall last.

 

And when the rain trickles down your window pane- subduing you in a melody so blue

Remember, recollect and realize- I am somewhere down the road negotiating with the clouds to surrender and sunlight make you shine- breeze all new.

 

I shall demand the stars to twinkle,

I shall sway the trees to laugh.

I shall hold your bleeding heart close and you can make mine go beating static-rapid-fast.

My, beloved- my daily-fix: I shall make our love last.   

War.

Take my over coat, dear girl and embrace- embrace the conclusion.

The war isn’t outside but inside my heart.

It’s breaking my heart.

Oh. It’s breaking my heart.

 

For I wish, I had a beautiful explanation: for I wish we could be the lucky ones.

Turn to the angel.  Pray.

They are taking me away- turning me into the glistening night.

 

She seeks me and she has them all seduced- they all fight.

They all flow: ignorant rivers of blood.

What do they desire? A want so supreme that has crushed the lovers between: the soldier and his strength.

Where is the glory, now?

 

There is something about the way I am leaving- there might be no music to dance to.

The way there is no light to guide me.

There might not anything to look forward to.

No sounds, no scent, no sight, no touch- nothingness.

 

See shame like a thousand deaths- shine like a million myths- smile.

Death is coming: she is calling me.

I am afraid. I am afraid for you.

Should we call it just another day?

Should we call it just another day?

I love them beautifully broken boys with mystery in their eyes: who look away when the sun shines and find comfort when the moon ditties- in rhyme.

Step, step they think before they leap or they don’t indulge at all- for them it is the consequence that don’t matter- the interest is merely in the pain involved.

Oh, my beautifully broken boy why tempt me much? Reverse, forward, presses play and then deny me touch?

Mind, Body and Soul.

On a cold winter evening, with a scene of the mountains and the twinkling sky behind us- we heed of the roaring trains- waiting to collide. And when they do: the sky roars, the earth trembles and the fire springs- bow down and take notice: love has arrived. This is the feeling. 

The feeling is of yearning. I want to bed a complete stranger, I want to fall in love with a complete stranger and for me he can be eccentric and for him I can be charming. Merry, merry- won’t it be?

 

Swinging in his thoughts, I shall go high and low. He will go high and low.

I will dance for him. Anything-Everything: Like the wind, the blowing tender wind- I shall sway my body to polite, coy music or for when he feels bad- I shall be the vicious storm- demanding, seducing and sweeping him off his feet. 

Mind, Body and Soul- lets collide.

 

Oh, but what about the times. Have you not heard?

Animal eat Animal- Flesh and Bones. 

With profound beauty, with profound knowledge, with profound desire we come together like two planes soaring in the sky. And when they collide- it’s the most powerful, beautiful and rapid destruction. Ah, trashed, beaten, broken we will fall out of the sky like fireworks. Our lovely ashes will fade away with the wind and of course, the memories will drown in the oceans, burying themselves deep.  

 

We shall laugh with each other, at each other. We shall laugh together and then it will become faint- apart. 

Mind, Body and Soul- wrecked.

~Ruku Taneja (ChangeRed.)

 

 

                                                                                                                                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For, hello, I am consumed with desire.

You are beautiful and the kind that cannot be defined.

You shine brighter than the solar star and are deeper defined than the moonlight.

For you are everything I am not.

 

You are exuberant in your passions and lethargic in your sorrow.

Strangled in your thoughts and plunging in your heart- I want to be.

I want to lay- I want to rest- I want to play.

Oh, my sun-kissed loveliness.

Sing to me.

~Ruku Taneja (ChangeRed.)

 

Addicted.

For if you ever have the time and you yearn to redefine. You know where to find me: Inside your heart, in the hollows of your memory and flowing through your veins.

You be the addict, I will be the shame. Your cocaine. 

~Ruku Taneja (ChangeRed.)

 

You can have him.

There she was- stunning. A lost soul, wrapped around in her insecurity: Hoping that it would shield her from her very own fears. Dancing- trying to dance away her memories, her musings and her nightmare.

And then she fell, giving up all at once.

 

Oh, her eyes were far from glory and closer to dismay. It becomes difficult to be abrasive to the weak.  

 

It is one thing to look at a picture, hear of a person and pass your verdict. That is the easy part.

Then there is another thing to be in the presence of the same person. A person you share nothing with but one thing. A thing that matters dearly to both of you- sharing your love can be so difficult.

I saw her walking the room, watching the room and waiting. For it is up to your imagination to decide what her yearning eyes wanted or who.

 

Even though I felt and understood who she wanted- For I want the same thing?

~Ruku Taneja (ChangeRed.)

 

The Beautiful Urn.

 I have come across many hardships in life. All of them are attainable, either one door or jumping down the roof- whatever path you take- you will get there. It is a transformation- a slow and painful one but nonetheless a transformation: From an insignificant piece of the soil to a beautiful urn.

We have become, we are becoming or we will become: beautiful urns.

 

Beaten, molded, pressured to being great.

 

 

~Ruku Taneja (ChangeRed.)