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Just another mundane in Archimedes' creek Yet wonder, why's the devil afraid of this bleak August 31

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  • sehgalvedant 5h

    Just a simple post appreciating love in our lives ❤
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    SHE'S EVERYTHING TO ME

    She's different
    She's like a flower that spreads her fragrance
    She's not a person, she's a feeling, she's an aura you surround yourself with
    She's an obsession
    She's the one who absorbs you
    She's not someone who comes and goes
    She's the wind that carries you along

    Her laughter becomes a rythm for your ears
    Her smile is like the cresent moon, you can just gaze for hours
    Her eyes are an addiction, you cannot just look away
    She's perfect, with a beautiful heart, a beautiful soul, and that sweet little dimple on one side
    She's like a dream, because you don't know when she became a part of your heart, but you just feel lost into it
    She's an intricate art form, with complexities that embrace you from each corner, till you are just a drop of paint in front of that magnificent canvas
    She's just like I said, and at the same time she's someone else
    Because she cannot be described in few lines
    You just can't describe her
    She's like a sword that turns into a petal with each hit
    She's just a beautiful mess, like the autumn leaves that create a texture on ground, that hits the soul
    Her memory is enough to make you write for hours, and still end up feeling frustrated because she's still so much more than you can explain
    She's an ocean you can't swim
    You just drown and drown, and there's no coming back
    She's too good to be happening to me, and I am too lucky to have her in my life
    Her presence is enough to soothe me
    She has the most beautiful heart, beautiful set of lips, beautiful eyes, beautiful nose, beautiful hair, an irresistible charisma, she's a blessing.
    Her movements are like a goddess, her each movement is a blissful step touching your soul
    She a rush, a passion, a choas for your mind
    She's everything I could've ever imagined

    ©sehgalvedant

  • sehgalvedant 28w

    Long time, no see, huh!?

    Thanks @mirakee @writersnetwork for your resposts ❤
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    INTROVERTS

    What do you want to know,
    What do you want to see,
    Are you okay with what you are,
    Where do you want to be?
    Do you ever escape the ordinary,
    Or silently accept what they want you to see?
    Do you like to sit back and relax on your couch,
    Or are you in search of answers constantly?

    Does the silent night excite you,
    Does the dripping water send shivers down your spine?
    Is the battery of your phone just for your dose of Netflix
    Or have you ever tried to explore the lithium inside?
    Do you happen to challenge your beliefs
    Or are you unaffected by anything whatsoever?
    It is said that Einstein used 10 percent of his brain
    Did you even think of doing slightly better?!

    Do you drink and scream in your heartbreaks
    Or hug someone and share your pain for a while,
    Or did you ever sit locked inside in a corner,
    Weeping silently, immobile on the bathroom tiles
    Have you ever kept things to yourself,
    Just because of your inability to share it with others,
    Did you ever try the professional act of overthinking,
    And realize that you can do unspeakable wonders?

    Are you so interested in watching movies
    And waiting for the ultimate climax to unfold
    That you never come up with a beautiful thought
    Of writing an incredible storyline of your own?
    Does the tree in your window look good
    Or honestly, you never noticed it before?
    Well, it has around 584 leaves per branch
    And I am still counting, just so you know.

    Does your weekend plan sound good
    With inclusion of a cafe and your large group,
    Or have you ever tried to brew your own coffee
    And sit on a white chair alone on your patio with a book?
    Does being on the stage excite you and seem like an opportunity
    And do you feel amazingly confident in front of the lens?
    Ever thought what it would be like for those
    Who can't even be a part of the audience?

    Have you ever meditated in the morning
    Or tried to spend some time in the quiet?
    Those EDMs may seem appealing in the concerts,
    Ever tried the taste of Beethoven's Sonata Moonlight?
    Did you ever engage in a fight and win
    Or got a chance to inflict some pain?
    Atleast you never had to absorb your anger
    And use your diary at your home to drain.

    You have never tried to question life,
    Never did you try to explore your brain,
    Too absorbed in the reality you seem to be,
    Trust me, the fantasy of your own mind is truly insane.
    Fiction is beautiful and divine
    And much more pleasant than reality,
    What could be more amazing than the power
    To control and be whatever you want to be.

    Yeah we are indeed those introverts
    Welcome to our world, my dear
    Shh, now please be quiet
    Minds are at work here

    ©sehgalvedant

  • sehgalvedant 38w

    Been a long time since I wrote something, hope you like it. Maybe the lack of practice is evident, but I'm hoping to get back on track.
    This is just another chain of dark thoughts crossing my mind, considering the present war situations between different countries. I wish everything gets back to normal. Have a read, hope you like it!
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    S U R V I V O R

    With seering pain and crippled eyes,
    I wake reluctantly on the liquid ground
    Just to get a glimpse of the lightning skies
    And the horrors of the macabre bloodshed around

    Waking on this corpse filled road,
    Shall I sing a ballad of my own
    A land I once trusted for a living
    Withers away beneath the flesh and bone

    Crimson blood oozing out
    Of forlorn scars embellishing the skin,
    Trickles down the crooked ground;
    Mementos of the demolished kin

    Never did I dream of ravenous ravens
    Nor did I wish to expose these hideous fiends
    From reality to paper, I painted my thoughts
    Blood red, fiery yellow became the canvas of mine

    Land of science that once hoped
    Of artificial minds and cheerful days,
    Begs for a cell to evolve
    For the birth of a new race

    A lonely me gets to taste the doom,
    A filthy me gets to rule this shattered home,
    What am I, the Solitary Reaper of the farm
    Or the Khaleesi from Game of Thrones

    Just the tiny bits of flesh I procure
    Force me to renounce my faith,
    The tangerine sky soars high above
    While the red decorates the surface

    Wherever I turn, the stench of blood catches me
    And my pondering mind takes a fall
    Am I blessed to be the only survivor
    Or am I surviving the worst fate of all?!

    ©sehgalvedant

  • sehgalvedant 50w

    October is one of the most enchanting months in India.
    From the Navratras to Diwali, the chain of festivals give the nature a different allure. It's neither too cold, nor too hot; it's a perfectly pleasant weather. The wind starts to blow a little bit and everything seems to be surreal.
    And how can one forget the lovely powerful fragrance of Raat Ki Rani flower (Night-Jasmine)
    I get a different feeling in this month which makes October very close to my heart. As a result, I wrote this
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    OCTOBER

    A little cold blends in the air
    As the zephyr brushes past my merry hair
    Scented flowers puff a cloud of glee
    Ahoy! Nature's got a sense of tranquility

    The grass is greener, even on the other side
    The tree discovers it's branches got wide
    The wind blows across the patio as I drink my wine
    Somewhere the players sigh; their shuttlecock's no longer in line

    Autumn or spring, all envy the weather
    Even the insects understand, nothing can be better
    A pleasant sky above; crumbling leaves below
    Fireflies got a greener room to glow

    The cold morning is what the paper guys hate
    My door knows the newspaper's gonna be late
    My frappes turn into hot coffee and tea
    The blankets and water heaters suddenly start to suit me

    Festivals start to spread their allure
    I see my friends and family more than before
    The flames sparkle brighter than the stars
    The wind's whistles are more mellifluous than the guitars

    The beauty enchants me as I lay under the dark night
    The stars dazzle around the faint moonlight
    The Night-Jasmine gets stronger than ever
    The fragrance makes an hour seem like forever

    There's a certain pleasure, even though my nose gets sore
    October just tapped on my summer door
    A feeling I get, I can't describe
    I fell in love at first sight

    ©sehgalvedant

  • sehgalvedant 63w

    Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
    ~John Keats

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    THE EXQUISITE DARKNESS

    Down the sun went when the hour arrived
    Across the horizon; sprinkling cries
    Triggered waves on the bed beneath
    Till the surface scattered the moonlight

    A million little stars did shine
    Twinkling conversations, seemingly clandestine
    With a large sphere in between, all white
    Complementing the resplendent design

    Gases disembodied with each star's fall
    Wishes rested upon the shoulders of the ball
    Saw the most alluring scene before melting
    A little hopeful smile on the face of a doll

    Explosives inherited the space above
    Vivid nebulas reproduced assorted curves
    And filled the voids with divine hues
    Till the black hole got on their nerves

    Galaxies narrated the entangled stories
    Of sparkling formations and lethal theories
    Each glistening dot connected to the other
    And the constellations announced their glory

    In the middle, the moon brightened
    The stars dazzled, the sky enlightened
    The fields and the waters rejuvenated
    Whilst the graveyard guard got frightened

    My eyes turned weary and the night got colder
    I got off the roof and glanced beside my shoulder
    The night sky had a charm of its own
    And I, perhaps, got the eyes of the beholder

    ©Vedant Sehgal

  • sehgalvedant 73w

    One day I realized, I was never alone. A friend was always there, giving subtle help.
    How?
    By making my life run smoothly over the hurdles of my self proclaimed fears

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    S H A D O W S

    Everyday it happens, I squeeze out from their soul, at the dawn, like they are my constants - the humans, animals and almost anything that extends from the Mariana Trench to the damned atmosphere.

    Perhaps that's why they feel rejuvenated at sunrise. I rise and rise, extracting each ounce of darkness from their body, till their sack of anxiety is all mine.

    I have witnessed everything, literally everything. From the beauty of the other side to the absurdity of these homo-sapiens, I have seen the works of their delusional minds to the misconceptions of their ambivalent emotions.
    But atleast I am loyal, sticking with them in their times of melancholy, unlike their own.

    The best part: I rule.
    I am the only darkness they cannot drive away, the inevitable lord; makes me rather complacent about my narcissistic personality.

    Not that I am entirely different from the human beings, we share a lot in common.
    We both share the common experience of darkness. Humans, as I see, are surrounded by the darkness all the time, having lost the golden aura they once had, lost it to the inanimate objects, making themselves materialistic, making themselves crave for drops of pleasure.

    Also, neither I, nor they, can breathe underwater. The fishes have lost a companion like me, their bad. But I still exist, faded, vague, yet ironically glorious.

    I don't know how to move on with life, maybe because my life is attached to the matter and light. Hopefully someone will learn from me someday, that to exist in an elongated successful life, you have to stay in the light of happiness, whilst staying in your own shoes, stuck to the ground and never disrespecting your foundation.

    Just to clear the feeling of malaise in the air, let me make it clear - I am immortal. Just a bit afraid of the dark.
    But that's the beauty of darkness, it can either consume you just by amplifying your own handmade fears, or it can embrace you like no other friend.
    In my case, it's the former.

    So when the night approaches, I dissolve in it, along with your sack of anxiety and agony, blasting into the vast universe.
    Perhaps that's why they say, time heals all wounds. Sadly mistaken.

    ©Vedant Sehgal

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  • sehgalvedant 76w

    One day I realized
    I am suppressed between the quantum and space
    Something science can't explain
    Somewhere universe doesn't find directions


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    ELECTRONS DON'T LIE

    In the tempest of the spheres
    Be it ours or be it theirs
    All were born as a family once
    Naked souls as the beloved sons

    Lands built of a festive life
    None innate envies thrive
    But a mind capable of tricks
    Foundations destroying their own bricks

    Yet bound to the same core
    No escaping Newton or Bohr
    A million little sacrifices helped us flourish
    Nonetheless, we strive for a soul to nourish

    And thus one day, we extended our arms
    Hid our intentions behind facial charms
    Began to exploit the neighbour's resources
    Watched the rivers change their courses

    Ran away from our own bloodlines,
    Tried finding peace in others' sunshine
    And maybe, attached to a soul or two
    Ended up homeless out of the blue

    On the lands of ours, we defied each other
    Among the traitors, we searched our brother
    Got burned where no one could hear our cry
    Helplessly saw each of our ashes fly

    But later we realized our corrupt fate
    And when nature responded, it was too late
    The fusions and fissions designed our sphere
    A drop of affection was to be found nowhere

    And then a realization dawned upon us all
    At the end, it's only love that stands tall
    Electrons were never born to lie
    It were mental circumstances that didn't abide by

    ©Vedant Sehgal

  • sehgalvedant 79w

    10 things I am good at :

    1) NOT studying and getting distracted (Trust me, I am really very good at this).

    2) Watching Friends and Impractical Jokers again and again and listening to music all day long.

    3) Not taking a bath early morning and only taking in the evening (This is in general so don't think of me as a dirty guy ��).

    4) Thinking I am a guy blessed with some cool supernatural powers like seeing the future, lifting stuff with psychic voltage, and as a result being lost in my own world of supernatural fantasies (Yeah, this is a sick one).

    5) Suppressing my desires to read and write just to give time to the stupidity PCM beholds.

    6) Eating and cooking is my all time favorite pastime, and yeah, I can cook pretty well, and also can eat anything except homemade green veggies.

    7) Getting scolded by my mom on petty issues (Punjabi moms, you know!).

    8) Watching horror in complete darkness and as a result being afraid of sleeping alone in my room at night.

    9) Irritating my younger sister for no apparent reason (That's the best and very pleasing at times)

    10) Messing around with everyone like ringing doorbells and running away, etc.

    Although the above content is absolutely true, yet if it hurts someone in any way, then I am sorry. This is intended only for fun purpose.

    @fireblast_ Totally loved it!

    #10thingsimgoodat

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    10 things I am good at

    - Vedant Sehgal

  • sehgalvedant 80w

    C A N V A S E S A N D H U E S

    Hard is it to describe what I see
    Languages are all Greek to me
    Artwork mine, seems peculiarly futile
    Just metaphors, etched across the aisle

    The white has grown colourful commotions
    A wait to explore my wretched emotions
    Blurting paint, my brush goes on
    I get a glimpse of the dawning dawn

    When dusk strikes, I dust away
    The killer whale's jumping across the bay
    The sun takes a sip from my wine
    The cold sends a chill down my spine

    Now I see the world inside out
    My ashes fertilize a spiteful sprout
    The rugged surface is chanting glory
    My palette whispers my untold story

    Waves tremble under the wrath of the weather
    When birds of a feather, flock together
    A change, murmur the pebbles underneath
    The adamant neurons are fighting beneath

    Ecstatic strokes give a lethal embrace
    Nominal shades reveal a surreal disgrace
    My spine begs for a meek support
    My anarchic muscles choose not to vote

    My beating heart is lost in a terrible state
    The afflictions have discovered a terrific mate
    Each curve directs me to a shattered home
    Each mark leads to a demolished Rome

    With escaping breaths, I immortalize my art
    I hunt for an end, yet arrive at the start
    Enduring the iniquity, I portray the blues
    The fallen canvases, the native hues

    ©Vedant Sehgal