If you were a glass of scotch,sans soda
sparkling like gem stones on rocky ice
or
A tiny shot of tequila,besieged
in a castle of glass,pleading
not guilty through out,
I could quaff you down
my parched throat, like
an elixir,stung
by short lived fearless wisdom.

But you are not.

You are a castle
amidst the infinite sea,
not made of glass,
concocted in layers,
masking the answers,to questions
i could never ask,
buoyant by wisdom hidden in your pillars,
resplendent by your tall embossed walls, with figures,
an index of its sagacity,
chandeliers hanging like words of all kinds,
enlightening the castle at its pilgrims appeal,with
right words,
wrong words,
sensitive words
and
insensitive ones,
So many words.

And I too wish to feel your embossed skin
through my fingertips,
with each flip,
gaining access to the your light.

I wish to stay afloat with you,
on your paras  undulating
like sea waves of a quiet night,waiting
for an eternal dawn of wisdom.

-Pallavi Goswami

You could be my glass of scotch,sans soda
sparkling like gem stones on rocky ice
or
A tiny shot of tequila,besieged
in a castle of glass,pleading
not guilty through out
and
I could quaff you down
my parched throat, like
an elixir,
stung by fearless wisdom ,but
just for tonight.

So, let me drink
you through words,
one at a time
   right words,
     wrong words,
         sensitive words
    and
   insensitive ones,
So many words.

So, let me taste
you through my fingertips,
taking down to you mine
through each flip, like
a token of appreciation, against
generosity bestowed,
none plundered.

So, let me drown
into paras, undulating
like sea waves, on seeing full moon.

Let me sink,and
get high on them, but
Forever!.

-Pallavi Goswami

Broken relationships unlike broken bones
don't make noise when they crack,
neither do they shriek out of an unbearable pain.
Their sequence of suffering is different,
beginning at heart with
a discomforting pain at the edges,
moving towards its center and strangle,
spilling the torment from eyes


Broken relationships unlike broken bones
cannot be healed with a plaster cast
or feel better if put to rest.
Though, they unknowingly do repose-
anticipate healing,
which is only a woeful void,
filling back with stronger protests
and irrevocable agony .

But once broken,they all are same
splintered and dejected,
desperate to gather but feeble
seeking refuge in the days of healing.

And once repaired, they are no different,
cracks heal but scars remain,
like trophies screaming the struggle.
Forgotten pain stays nestled in disguised hidings,
longing to come back with a slightest wrench.


Be careful!

-Pallavi

If you ever wondered what do I sound like
and pictured me like untamed winds on rainy nights,
humming melodies in chorus with raindrops
and spilling dulcet tones off holy concert

Or contemplated I would be as synchronized
as the sound of a calm water fall,
off a sharp cliff erupting euphony
every time its hits the bottom in a xylophonic fashion

Or believed I would be as patient
as a cuckoo reciting her syllables religiously,
calling out to her mate every evening,

let go

Let go your fallacious thoughts.
I am not a piano, violin, xylophone, flute or a guitar
I am
A tender heart who squeaks like squirrel
when exposed to unprecedented depths of uncertainty.

An introvert who sounds like a voice narrowed down into a tunnel
cascading echo in batches when exposed to unfamiliar faces.

A small town girl who orchestrates her crescendo in vain
when the slightest ray of hope is felt.

A fearless soul singing silently while her hands spill cacophony
when exposed to prejudiced ways.

A fiery lover whose heart beats on high tempo of passion
and spill music off desires.

Come in, know me better.

-Pallavi

Fear is only a swarm of butterflies
resting inside your lungs secretly,
fluttering, every time you breathe,
impeding the smooth passage of air
provoking fake illusions of fright.

Sooner than you,
your body becomes their much sought adventure
and when they take a flight down to your stomach,
set idioms come to life - " i feel butterfly in my stomach"
making you feeling anxious or anticipate nervously  "what's next?"

Little did you know,
you could pull them back to your lungs
and push them out with your determined breathing
only to see a rainbow erupting from lips,
not falling back in semicircles , but
rising sharp till the horizon,
breaking myths of conventional fears
and germinating new ideas of observing life.

Just- take the charge.

-Pallavi Goswami

There's a Jungle where i am found
amidst the verdant flora
besides whimsical fauna
i have my house

The mornings greeted with crimson trunks
The evenings dance with the breezy leaves
The nights are musical , for a stream sings here
My dreams uncanny because i lack a sieve

For my movies,i see birds flutter
For my songs,i hear them sing
For my company,i keep a dagger
For the rest,there is a fire in me

The beige forest path,takes my footing so well
anytime i'm off-track,holds me and tell
The giant soaring timber,drives me so high
so i have one more house,my very secret sky

And once growling belly calms
Comes night wrapped in stars
Settles beside me,yet takes me quiet far
Inducing my uncanny dreams,tells me stories till dawn

There's a Jungle where i am found
There's a quiet in here , but for me it's my favorite sound!

- Pallavi Goswami

Asha - Ray of Sunshine, hope is her name, she loves to dance, forever young and has a beautiful heart

Pallavi- A beautiful flower, lovely smile, deep thoughts, brownies and chocolates, her recipe to melt hearts, dance her passion, master at her craft

Neeta-  Naive and lovely, with an innocent smile, positivity her armour, she is quite a charmer

Sapna - Bakes most lovely cakes, red lipstick, vermillion dot on her forehead, a trademark, wears her heart on her sleeve, full of love, she extends it to every soul, Punjabi her style, Patiala heart(big heart)

Pradnya- Sweet as saccharine, she knows a lot, sure a woman of substance, wisdom her charm, dances to the tune of her heart

Sajeeda- Versatile personality, a multitasker, holds her goals clear and achieve she does, has keen eyes for quality and performs her best, quite an angel when it comes to taking broken ones under her wings. She has the will power which keeps her going, when the going gets rough. A brave heart, and a wandering soul, searching for heights and higher self. A go getter, with a never say never attitude. Has weathered a few storms. A wonderful person with a tough outer shell and a warm heart beneath

Bijal-  Happy go lucky, warm and affectionate, friend of friends. Ever smiling, never a frown on her brows
Breezes in with a jovial chime

Neelakshi-  Creative and wonderful, she knows the law, cool as ice, her heart warm, dances her heart out, even when a bit down
Goes with the flow and knows what she does, crystal clear in her views.
Jovial and throws caution to the wind

Observing the uncanny sea waves  
wrestling with each other
proclaim rivalry
as they roar through the buffeting gales
is no less than watching a war.

They rise like jeweled swords
hypnotized by moon lit sky,
pouncing preferably,
piercing through the enemy -bleeding avarice which
coagulates and transforms the silver swaying sheets to smug ridden breath choking dark blankets.

Rhapsodic survivors continue the slaughter
cajoled by dark brown ghosts of the shore
glinting occasionally with gravitated silver shafts,
looking like an enticing bejeweled throne during twilight, mere boulders
anxious to receive its new master and feeling maudlin
for the ones fallen in battle, dead.

Some are left behind and some
reach the destination at last,
forfeiting,
once a powerful individuality
to infinite, anonymous dots
evaporating only to form the clouds of incessant covet
waiting patiently for the seasons to change its course, again.

Makes me wonder, we inspire them or vice versa

-Pallavi

dil mera chahta hai,
k ek baar bhar k tumko bahon me so jaun mai,
ek jindagi beet jaye meri ,
k fir se jab aankhen khule,
tu aak mere paas na fir se juda ** paye,
tujhe mahsoos karu har pal paas mere,
k jab jab meri saanse chale,
jinda rahu mai na rahu,
par mujhme tu hi tu baki rahe,
** jaye chahe jahan khafa,
par tu har pal mere sang sang chale,
ab aur kitne imtihann loge mere khuda mujhse,
k ab bhi meri pallavi mujhse door hai,
de do mujhe meri jindagi,
kuch to badlo takdeer meri,
k ab to ham ek ** jaye,
vo aa jaye ab paas mere,
aur milkar ham apne ghar chalen....

And now
when you are beaming
like silver lightening
on a dark cloudy night,
so proud and unstoppable.

i want to be just to you

for you are
the symbol of the wisdom i  learnt
the proof of the skills i honed
the process of shedding blood and sweat
to be what i have become

Let me not keep you behind the pretentious colored hidings

I have decided,
You are free to stand out
like i do


~ to my would be grey hair , Pallavi Goswami

Scribbling on papers
And
Scraping the papers
Incessantly
No love letters written
Neither stories,nor poems

Insanity status checked and found ok!

-Pallavi Goswami

Finger tangled, pretentiously helpless
looking forward to stick together.
Like a magic wand, however the move
sparks ignited tip to tip.
The blood rushes in veins feverishly,
hair on skin stand on their ends.
Faces paralleled,so are their bodies
The hearts producing orchestral cacophony,
followed by stomach full of butterflies.
She breaks the silence with her staccato voice,
Only to be kissed for the first time ever.

-Pallavi Goswami

Hey there, Anxiety
How are you doing today?
Deciding to claw me down again?
Sure, I'm already your victim
I'm just tired of pretending that I'm okay even when I'm not
You've left me shattered
The darkness I used to be once scared of is what I am filled up with today
I just wake up everyday, go out there and smile and grin like nothing ever happened
But behind that every grin and smile, there is a demon
A demon making me crack my knuckles
A demon making me bite the inside of my cheek
A demon making me gnaw my bottom lip
A demon making me shake my leg so fast that I don't ever realise it
A demon making me climb to the rooftop everyday for a getaway
A getaway from the people around me
A getaway from the reality
A getaway from my thoughts
A getaway from my soul
And just as soon as I think I'm fine, there it is again
Pulling me down into a puddle I can't swim in
An ocean full of sharks
Eyeing me like they are gonna **** me right away
I need somebody to hold me and tell me everything is alright
The molecules inside me undergo a change every second
A moment I'm so happy without knowing the reason why
And the very next second, I'm crying like my whole life is a lie
My biggest fear now is not you, Anxiety
My biggest fear now is reality
I'm too afraid to have a reality check
Coz my reality is me against the whole world
Just barely a second before I fall down on my knees
And shatter my own bones
And slit my own wrist to escape this
I need a parallel world in which everything is not like this
A world where I am accepted for who I am without my fun being made
Where there is no you, dear anxiety
Where I am free to fly like wind and flow like a river
Where I can face myself in the mirror
But then I snap back to reality
And When I look in the mirror
I don't see my reflection
I see an introvert you've created, Anxiety
My reflection is you
And this might not make sense to everyone when I say this
But deep in my heart I know
That there is one person
In one corner of this world
Who understands what I mean when I say this,
Sometimes you don't need an escape from the world,
You need an escape from your own soul
So eat me all you want Anxiety
Turn me into the person you want me to be
I know I'm halfway there
I will not fight you
I will not oppose you
I will not counter you
I am standing right here
I was always standing right here
    
                            -Pallavi