Loneliness


When everyone laughs at him,

He stings at one corner of the room.

No one knows what happened to him,

How can he deal with it,

Nor the reason behind his edgy mood.

He is a little odd,

With a battered attitude,

Unsociable contacts with others,

And, hence, more shy today.

Even in this agonizing situation,

I personally do wish for a positive change for him.

Come on! This is the right time for your madness.

Don’t scream like a common man.

If you can,

Judge yourself for being a part of a strange world.

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My 1st Blog Anniversary!

Blog anniversary
I just got notified from WordPress in the morning that,

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Happy Anniversary!

You registered on WordPress.com 1 years ago!

Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!

It was really a comfortable, enjoyable and delightful journey for me all through this 1 year of memorable blogging task. I have been introduced in to blogging, a year back, as an amicable act which I have followed by a lecturer in St.Xaviers College, Kerala. Her resplendent thoughts expressed through proses, stories and poetries helped me to sequel for the origin a star over here. It might be all because of her presence in this blogosphere, I have started a lil blog with ‘bold life’ as a theme and http://www.iamrahulashok.wordpress.com as the web name. Once, a software issue pinged on my system and I changed the web name to current one after getting it resolved.

My blog statistical review:

Total number of posts: 185
Categories: 26
Tags: 891
All time hits: 16,007
Comments: 1,917
Comments per month: 96
Most active recent days: 8th January 2013
A day in which I got max views: 12th Feb 2013 (689 views)

What all achievements I have made here so far?

*Now, I could write about anything (at least a sentence) within seconds with less grammatical errors in comparing with the posts which I had updated in the beginning.

*Friends? Yes, of course! I’m universally connected to people all around the world via this cyber platform, which can be definitely considered as one among the most prominent achievement I have consummate here. Few among them are too close to me after getting connected through Facebook, Skype and in short through few other messengers.

Naima, Soumya Dheedhi, Manu Chetan, Somaji, Sofia, Sheri, Alarna, Erica, Neeraj Bhayya, Manpreet, Ioanna…etc…and the number go on like this. These are just few names coming to my mind at first whenever I think about blogging. I’m obliged to have you all here, Folks. ❤ 🙂

*Reading the posts updated by the people I have been following was really a boring and time spearing job for me to follow on at the beginning. But later, I realized the importance in doing so and find it interesting to read other blogger’s updates which consist of a wider variety of topics rather than giving enough importance for my own personal updates.

*It was in the same year, I have met Manu Chetan, who is a fellow blogger of mine, here at my place and we had spent a great time together at various spots in Kochi. He is not like a brother, but he is someone who is more than just a brother to me now. You are simply awesome and I don’t know why I have mentioned ya so in this post, Manu Etta. *HUGS* 🙂

Once again, thank you all for encouraging me all these days by your sincere likes cum comments for my blog updates and contacts and something ‘more’ you have been still keeping with me! I guess, that ‘more‘ is unexplainable to me and I don’t know, how to express it through 2 or 3 words. You know, sometimes words can’t express the exact human emotions well.
PS: I’m not sentimental or emotional while writing this post! LOL. 😀 😉 🙂

Love ya all,
Rahul Ashok

When ‘ice’ & ‘warmth’ gets closer!

No one cared about her,

Even her adopted mom who has flown over heights.

She was shy,

Innocent,

Beautiful,

Instructive minded,

And a versatile soul.

Once her agile connivance attracts me,

I proposed her with a wish of an erratic lover.

She rejects it at first,

But accepts it during my second attempt.

We walked all through the nebulous paths,

Shared our medley dreams together,

Crossed our hands in the meadow,

Allowing the glittering flashes of sunlight to pass via voids in between,

She hugged me like an exotic charm,

I too,

Adore my love with fingers on her face.

My honey is in an avid mood for something more,

More than ‘more’,

Wish to melt as an ice in the warmth of my heart,

Kill me without any sort of pain,

Showers over me with her enticement.

She placed her angst in my soul and tell me,

I love ya loads,

I love ya more than anything.

Is this what we call as a miracle?

I looked at her repressive eyes over my head,

Looking forward to feel something more,

She adjourns her lips to mine,

And eyes closed,

Fingers closed.

My Love

My Love

I wish for a closer hug from her heart

Not just a disdainful one,

But an unforgettable glib forever.

I wish to keep her eyes closer to mine

Not just for fun,

But to show her my love forever.

I wish to kiss on her lips

Not just a romantic one,

But as a conspicuous moment forever.

I wish to remain under her illustrious shadow

Not for a melodramatic sequence,

But as an infatuated fare forever.

We wish to lead our life together

Not to show others that we are in relationship,

But to live and love each other in those eloquent days together.

Acerbic Life

When the agonizing unexpected events laughs at me,

It might dig himself into the firearms of pains,

Kills me with its deep discordant intensity,

And the mordant glory of sadness strikes throughout his ways.

Sooner or later, some winsome questions arise in his mind!

How could this happen again and again for me?

Am I such an unlucky human being?

Will this haunt me all along my life?

Where were you my hidden unflattering ALMIGHTY?

Are you a FACT or NOT?

Or else, shall I have to make a realistic END or NOT?

Cogitation


My heart pardons for a fault I did

Illicit gaffe of disruptive spike

Blindness and dumbness all through the life

Holding breath for the existence of HOPE

Restless thoughts of repentant portraits

Persecutions warm up into the inner soul

Rousing divinity and peace recreates in my mind

Hidden scabrous feelings conspire as a SCAR.