The Journey Begins…

A brief description of what is biblichor..

“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”

― Lisa See

I have an addiction-writing. The rapturous delight of writing brings about the utmost ecstasy of sharing the obscured feelings I have in the hope that there are people out there reading them. And through my words, if hearts could be touched, believe me, it is the highest award that a writer could ever procure. I ardently hope to do that through my tales.

                                                      Welcome to my world, Biblichor.

Loving Myself

Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.

The gift which I dreaded the most.

I used to lament a lot.

But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.

I discern now it is the path to silence.

And silence is the language of the Souls.

I am ecstatic realising myself after all.

Madly in Love

My thoughts became ineluctable.

It started to seem endless.

I lost myself,

    in the depths of insanity


and I found comfort in the madness.


  The madness that defined only you.


They call me crazy, yes I concur

    I concur,


   I  am crazy in love with you.

A Song By Hearts


“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”

Someone was yelling his throat out. My head was pounding hard from inside. I guess it took a minute or two to come back to my senses. It was so difficult for my eyes to adjust to the light. Every cell of my body was screaming in agony. Things started to exacerbate. It took me a while to figure out what was happening but it was too late. My eyes started to see things or I guess it felt more like a death wish. Lying down the sky was red with blood. Inside the metro, the light was flickering and blurriness covered my eyes.

    The yellow fingers of the sun brushed my hair . I could hear the soft bristle of leaves when cold air caressed them. The birds were chirping beautiful tunes and the waves kept kissing the shore. Crabs slowly paced enjoying the pure unmitigated beauty. I turned my face and saw a young girl with her blond hair tied to a pony jingling sideways, smiling. Her nice little sweet voice and her shrieking laughter started ringing inside my ears. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I tried hard.
But my whole body ached. Along with her, I saw a lady beautiful as the young girl grabbed and tickled her and she said something to the young girl, pointing at me.
She sidled towards me with both her arms apart saying something, this time I tried harder, even though my body restricted me I didn’t care. It was really difficult, that tears streamed from my eyes. Tears of happiness shadowed by pain. And I heard two words”Pa..Pa, I love you”. My heart was pounding harder and I felt like puking. Tears strolled down my cheeks. For a moment I felt satiated. She looked so beautiful and I wanted to grab her with both my arms hug her to the fullest and say those beautiful words to her. I tried to move my lips slowly but they were wet with blood
and numb. I stammered and my voice quavered to say “I ….lo…love….u.too,ho…ney”.
But it was too late.
Fell into an unprecedented peace and it never came out.

After 20 years later on 22/ 7/2014
a pulchritudinous young lady stood in
front of the tomb looking at it bereaved with a palpable feeling of poignance.
She stood for a while with no tears and left by placing a bouquet and a smile appeared on her face.

The tomb said:
In loving memory of
Jacob Smith
Died on 22/7/1994
Aged 33 years
A breeze brushed past her and she heard
‘I love you, honey’.
Nature smiled.
At that moment a regrettable  story
found its way out. And the clouds cried.
A rain of love and happiness.

7 Colours

The Sun beamed with ecstasy,

And the clouds roared with tears of joy.

The winds added harmony to nature’s taste.

The trees swayed along with nature’s pace,

and the blooming Earth embellished nature’s face.

The glistening rays met the glinting drops,

A picturesque creation reminding the love from God.

The Unborn


His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.


Gone With The Wind…

The moment I returned to my true home,

I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,

strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.

I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.

Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.

“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.

L.O.V.E

It took a moment to say ‘I love you’ but it took a lifetime to realise what true love was.

Violence

Wars are never won
because  they are always 
devastating, leaving behind
fruitless success to be
adorned by the tears of
the bereaved.

Silent Killer

‘Expectations’ brought me a friend ‘Joy’, but his enemy, ‘Depression’, stalked me till I shedded tears whose girlfriend, ‘Pain’, slowly wrecked me until I was no more.

Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.

Ecstasy

Happiness was when I toddled around, crying for my favourite candy, smiling
at every relative who came and went, munching the rolls of rice with curry mama gave me and dozing off with toys around, free of responsibilties.

Untold Love Tale

He was my childhood friend, we didn’t talk much but our eyes spoke a lot. We never got a chance to speak with our voices and we never got to exchange our names let alone our feelings for each other. I don’t know where he is at present or he doesn’t know where I’m. But I am sure the intense fervency that came to life when we were close still exists in the distance stifling us, no matter how far apart we are or nigh maybe, who knows. Let fate decide.