Across the streams of livelihood
With silent wings by the side,
Slides the simple creature
Into the passage of time.
An accidental glance at the beholder’s plight,
Ends a spell of perennial drought.
And showers incessant droplets,
Completing the loop with another naught.
As the nature prides itself
With riches out of one’s way,
Oblivious is the harbinger,
Who is just drifting through another day.
Streams found their ways in layers,
Walls tried to look mystically humane.
The ecosystem rejoiced in symphony,
As I thanked the November Rain!
Wondering about the ifs & the elses.
A deep hissing sound
Knocks out his senses.
A powerful kiss
Reveals the true intensity.
The hunters strike,
In utmost propinquity.
The potion strong,
The notion unclear.
The stroll crooked,
And the prey in fear.
As windows open.
As he receives the token.
As colors disintegrate.
Like crazy diamonds on a date.
As the pupils dilate.
As the potion dictates.
He finds himself stealthily strolling,
Trying to sniff the fear around.
Brings back treat for the team,
His very own deep hissing sound.
“Hallucinations seem real
As lines blur.
Look out for the snakes.
“Cause snakes never purr!!”
Amidst the snowflakes we could really feel,
Around the little hearts we could clearly see,
Among the chirps we could easily hear,
We would be dancing without any fear.
Oblivious to those blindfolded eyes,
Unbeknownst to the balance she holds,
Far from the streets of right and wrong,
We would be dancing without a song.
Above the labyrinths engraved in sand,
Above the fences hiding in the air,
Beyond the revered land of columns and rows,
We would be dancing amongst highs and lows.
Far from the rhythms of yes’s and no’s,
Far from the whispers of laws silly,
Far from the world of “them” and “us”,
We would finally be dancing
As you and me.
Falling on the head
Like fierce raindrops.
Like a slinky on the top.
Travelling to and fro
From molecules to the space.
Taking intricate snapshots
From place to place.
Waiting to reveal
The stories unearthed.
Like an innocent child
With an unending thirst.
But the master!
He closes all the windows
To shield the child?
And then makes silly innuendos
Keeping those stories mild.
The innocent screams
Become mannered talks.
And the child tamed as a captive.
Well! That’s the way people flock.
Up raised the hands
Which was all I could see
The baton was shivering
As if curious to know the key
And then came the clarinet
With its poignant piece
The sax & the trumpet
Elevated the vivid caprice.
The floating notes
Channeled in towards me
As if being sucked in
By the “barren sea”
The lost soul had found the pitch,
As the words started to mould in
Eyes closed, hypnotised
I had totally synced in.
Suddenly a devilish echo filled the room
As the beat abruptly stopped.
And there was the draped horseman hitting again
Shining his double edged sword.
Terrorised, I turned back
And no soul, no podium was in sight.
In their place, lied the endless desert,
Spewing fire like a dragon in plight.
And there was the placard
With something written in blood red.
My feet riveted, soul stupefied,
As my lips read –
“Life is a labyrinth
Everything is a propaganda
‘Cause deep down you know,
No hay banda!”
Inspired by – Franz Kafka & David Lynch.