Chiaroscuro: Grey Graffiti of a Complex Mind.

By Dhruv Sharma

She closed the shutters, returned home, and pranced on the bed, only to be flooded with the light that lies beneath the closed shutters of her eyes.
The book amasses the heaps that otherwise piles up in the forlorn corners in a mans life. It tries to present an otherwise pale countenance of the random drawings on the walls of a dreamer, an idealist. Written in the ink of reverie, dont be confused if the script wanders, for it is directed by a mind that, far away from the protocols, wanders freely. The book offers nothing new, yet it provides the feelings that we discard in the logical scheme. Its just a collection of the words that one experiences during ones journey.
The contents of the book represent the many layers of the layered mind.
Though written in grey, it presents a colorful image of the multidimensional complex that drives our life: the mind.
A vivid countenance inside a livid life, thats what this book represents.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Sep 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482856187

Dhruv Sharma

Dhruv Sharma is an avid dreamer. Living the roles of a poet, a writer and a raconteur, he enjoys experiencing the unique pleasures which he refuses to forsake. With ‘Chiaroscuro – Grey Graffiti of a Complex Mind’ published and appreciated, this service industry guy wishes that Glimpses too leaves an indelible, enriching experience on his readers’ minds.

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Contents

Acknowledgment

Introduction

Interstices

Afterlife

The Man inside me

Shore

People across Borders

The House

Lights

Lovers

Bitter Buds

Hoyden

Behind my plain smile

Do you know?

Rain

Where’s the End

Blizzard

Equation

All I wanted

Scarecrow

Oh Almighty!

A book

Crazy

A song of solace

Alluring Death

Cupid’s Arrow

Trace

Nameplate

Ponder

Her deep irises

Unspoken words

Dead leaves on the road

Mistakes

Odyssey

Subtle Vestiges

Romantic Lines

Embracing the End

The lost Dog

Shadows without light

The Pendulum

Compassion

Twig of hope

The Ship

Maze

Dead Silence

Breaking Dependency

The Lost epoch

Stranded

Fatal Ways

Mind and Heart

Slaughter of ‘Beef’

An Unimportant Man

Heavy Heart

Revenge

Bags Packed

Voice

Enlightenment

Gaze

Quotes

Delete your memories

It’s cold

Damsel

Confession of a Failure

A morning scene

Hermit

Lore

Gift

Lava

Skies

Swag

When You’re Gone

Shine of the Stars

Foggy Night

Room

A mere dot

Stones do melt

Buddha

Peeping Eyes

Invisible Presence

Glass or Steel

Clown

Flower of Gloom

Drafts

Black or White

Train from your town

Resolutions

The Seat beside me

No worries

Clueless

Tell me

Disguise

My Final Goodbye

Image

A funny man

Destitute

Faithful Pain

Bird of Death

Traverse

Enchantress

Flight

Your Eyes

A Dreamy traveller

This book is dedicated to all the people who gave me enough confidence and memories – the two drivers, to make this happen.

Acknowledgment

This book is a result of complex emotions that run through all of our minds and some wonderful support of wonderful people. I would like to thank all these lovely people.

First and foremost, I would like to thank my mother who always believed in me, inspired me and tried to understand me. Thank you!

I would like to thank Ms. Tasneem Mohammed for being a continuous support to me. Your valuable words and suggestions have been the driving force.

I would also like to thank Mr. Laxminarayan Gupta for prodding me to take a concrete step with my poems.

Mr. Abhineet Tomar, for providing those wonderful images, I am thankful to you.

Mr. Jeric Romano, who patiently listened to all my queries and again helped me in the development of this book, I am grateful to you.

Mr. Nikhil Jain, Mr. Shobhit Shrivastava, Ms. Shreya Gupta, and all my friends and colleagues, thanks for driving me to write more.

And finally, I would like to thank my family, who were and are always there with me. I love you.

Introduction

Mind is a complex maze. Entangled with varieties of emotions, it colors the canvass with different shades. And the final painting, displays a picture that most of us, at least subconsciously could identify. Bringing out different layers of this mind, this book projects some of the manifold moods active or dormant in this beautiful machinery called the human mind.

Hope you relate with some of the shades.

I am no one but your reflection.

Interstices

This closed space

An amalgamation of rooms

Occupying in its heart

An ineffable gloom

This ramshackle building

Devoid of any norms

This building of bricks

People call my home

Appears strange to me

In all its forms

Every single time I enter into

This haunted dorm

I can hear the sounds

My ears fail to catch

I can sense an air

My senses fail to match

But I believe

I surely can perceive

That this haunting

Replete with everything

Is in fact incomplete

May be it’s the doors

Suggesting me a thing

Before swishing into dark

Or it’s the windows

Continuously rattling

Scribbling their mark

To give a hint

Which I cannot understand

But I surely can feel

The presence of someone

Not being present

It’s then I realize

It’s the damp walls

Withered and covered

With chinks and blots

Ricocheting and presenting

The laughs, the chatters

The duels, the quarrels

In this haunting without a ghost

And now when a single ghoul

In me is only left here

These walls

Damped and moistened

With the tears of yours

Try to break free

Try to leave me

To join you

And they shout out loud

Tearing their skins apart

By uttering cries

In the form of interstices

The deep crevices

Formed from our voices

And are reminders of our choices

To part

And it’s then I conclude

That I am not alone

But I am surrounded

By the weeping, crying walls

Filled with the cracks

The deep interstices

Of our agonies

Afterlife

Attached with emotions

Leashed with relations

I lie down motionless

No place do I go

But I keep wavering

Oscillating to and fro

I keep thinking

Wasting myself

Over the issues

Important yet trivial

Real yet unreal

In this world

Like everyone else

Fighting over some cause

That shadows my presence

Amid these dregs

I too am a residue

Like other sediments

I too have to pay my due

I have to answer

I have to address

I too have to live

And die in congress

Careers, relationships

Love, friendships

Highs, lows

Feats, blows

Success, failures

Catalysts, barriers

I’ve always been around them

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