Those trendy jeans with adorned holes?
Or torn rags that embellish the kitchen chores?
That arrogant corn which reluctantly pops?
Or the heroic efforts that shot him to the top?
Those orotund adjectives which nobody reads?
Or the bland creation without those beads?
That ugly stare from the adjacent creep?
Or an unspoken desire of a weird sheep?
Those revengeful eyes that refuse to close?
Or the pangs of grief that withered up the rose?
That lady who lost her honor in yet another heinous act?
Or another gimmick with a calculated tact?
Judgement is the need!
No one’s certain
Which way it should be.
‘Cause the light
It mostly accentuates one way.
While the other one
Like a mean shadow,
Thinks of itself as a
Self righteous day.
As my prejudiced eye
Dissects the world
Into recognizable patterns,
The inscrutable words
Rise in the air
To create a poetry,
That dazzles my sight
Reiterating the fact,
That the world,
Is never mine to define.
I was absent!
‘Cause the realist
‘Cause the patterns
And the end
Meanwhile, I was dreaming!
For the bizarre
Were absurdly humorous,
For the labyrinths
Were beautifully paradoxical,
And the end
Was just another tiny comma,
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.
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.
There was fall in my mind,
As I picked up the autumn leaves.
And I kept on walking,
Amidst the naive breeze.
The birds, they cawed,
As if they knew the routine.
And there she was,
And that countenance keen
The attire that once swept my heart,
Was a broken soul like the nonchalant air.
Still the fighter managed to smile
As if she was sure I was there.
Thousand words were left unspoken
But that gaze, it exhaled life.
With eager eyes I looked at her
But she went right ahead without a strife
My reluctant thoughts were sure this was it,
As she folded the satin in a crease,
And dropped it just beside the stone,
That said “Rest In Peace”.
The fall ended as autumn dawned in.
But there was no sorrow.
‘Cause I knew,
There will again be a fall, tomorrow.
While strolling in the jungles of my mind,
A beautiful castle I designed.
A surreal ambiance with conspicuous lights
Rescued me from the daily freights.
Each moment in the castle was golden.
I, me and myself were emboldened.
We would lock the castle from the insides
And embark upon some pretty wild rides.
Each thought was about the castle.
Each day was without a wrestle.
The castle was my four leaf clover.
As the hard times were finally over.
But one day, the sun began to set.
And my cells began to fret.
Since they had breathed the “holy” air,
They just didn’t seem to care.
Helpless, I locked myself inside the castle
Each moment brought greater hassle.
Me and myself went different ways
And I was left alone in the sadist haze.
I used to scream desperately.
But it would just echo back and pierce me.
The cries and tears were of no avail.
‘Cause even the air had been veiled.
With my limited senses, I planned escape.
But the key was lost and the ceilings taped.
Finally, I mustered courage and broke the walls.
There I was, recovering from the fatal fall.
Days were hard and relationships awful.
Like a pariah, I was deemed unlawful.
Me and myself were done with their muse.
‘Cause I was recovering which was the best news.
Eventually, I learnt to love the wrestle.
‘Cause I knew there was never a beautiful castle.
Caffeine, nicotine and a heavy mind
Took me up towards the skylines.
97 steps climbed in full pleasure.
The breeze was still, but enjoyed in leisure.
The stars seemed to mock the nutcase.
But my rock steady legs left the base.
4th floor passed by and it felt great.
The cool wind was loving me,
And I reciprocated the emotions duly.
3rd floor and a loss of weight.
Thank you God for the beautiful days,
From the quizzing to the musical phase.
2nd floor and the ground was near.
Forgive me mom, Forgive me dad.
For your son was a broken lad.
1st floor and there was no fear.
With an unperturbed guise,
I was about to close my eyes.
But, the ground suddenly ripped apart.
And a galore of creepy snakes took its place,
With shining fangs, ready to leave no trace.
Horror had kissed me like a poisoned dart.
My rock steady legs were moving in a trance.
From the ugly grip of terror, I woke up, still in trance.
Wiping off the sweat, I asked Him
“Of so many minions, Why snakes?”
Came the fitting reply,
“Because it was unexpected.
And it’s the unexpected,
That acts as a drive,
Which keeps one alive.”