It is a different world out there.
Where life is broken down into its elementary notion
To something very elementary, that it starts to get eerie.
Like something as simple as a piece of paper becomes atoms and molecules,
Out there, men become a labyrinth of monoliths,
Painted in a shade of skin and made of bones.
These labyrinths are often carried by trench-coats,
Accompanied by trousers and shoes.
Out there is filled with scattered food for the birds
Scattered by the rhythmic motion of a wrinkled hand
Out there is repleted with hours waiting by the window
For things that don’t exist, or choose not to exist.
A world filled with nothing, nothing at all.
A world so big, bigger than you can imagine.
It is quite intuitive, for nothing
Except nothingness exists in such large numbers.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Blocks of letters are placed carefully, one adjacent to the other,
To construct a word like one does on a scrabble board.
No, you don’t stop there.
You hop on, emptying sandbags, converting them to blank-spaces Moving along to the next word,
Starting from scratch
Only with the additional constraints
The previous word’s meaning, tense and grammar.
This recursive process goes on,
And you rectify every teeny tiny error
That may be buried somewhere.
You do this in a jiffy and you reach that point in the game
Where you show something you’ve conjured out of nowhere,
To the person standing next to you.
But no, you can’t do that as new walls emerge out of nowhere Squeezing your lips tighter than ever, severing every limb,
******* the life out of what you just created.
Some words slither their way out
Trying to stretch your lips, roll your tongue
But they were born seconds ago
You’ve asked too much from them already.
Soon, the only remains are chopped words and mutilated letters
And most of the times even worse- nothing.
They become your sheepish grins, shivering hands, angry expletives, Fervent nods and deadpan ****** expressions.
Sentences die, and the words go unspoken.
Words which are spoken, are in the sounds of silence.
Those unspoken words are powerful.
They construct ***** with an infinite capacity
That never lets your tears out of your eyes,
Your fears out of the brain, and
Your sears out of the heart.
They mean nothing to the audience, and they mean everything to you. The things you could say, the things you would love to say, and yet, what did you actually say? More precisely, what didn’t you say?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Happiness is a vivid dream
Reached by ladders made of sand
And vines made of water.
An arduous journey it may be,
If it results in a weightless heart,
Why don’t we take a break from a pointless reality.
Perhaps happiness isn’t just the mirage of an oasis.
Maybe, you leave unscathed footprints when you climb up and down
But,the paths seem to change every time. No trace of the footprints, no bread crumbs from the previous journeys.
Paths may change. Impressions last. Those breadcrumbs you left, Might chaperon two kids to a haven.
A hearth where reality isn’t too harsh, where mercy isn’t a favour and happiness is a dream,not.
But why don’t they last forever? Those labyrinth of coral caves, where you walk on the clouds and see the waves floating above. Aren’t castles supposed to be strong, no matter what they are made up of?
But this is a mere castle of dreams, a castle with corridors filled with love, hope. A castle, that exists inside your head and mind.
A mere castle that is powerful enough to deceive mankind’s physics. A house of cards built with immense caution crumbles when the clock strikes six?
A Cinderella spell has been cast upon it perhaps, when the tower’s bells toll, the dream crumbles and reality awakes.
Perhaps.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Two shades of blue, Two shades of blue
The endless Sky, a canvas painted with molten sapphire
He frittered those diamonds with no trace of frugality
The never-ending cerulean Ocean, big as your heart's desire
She undulated life, corals and sea shells, with a trace of salinity
Two shades of blue, Two shades of blue.
Two shades of blue, Two shades of blue
She is his diurnal curtain, as he opens his eye from his sleep
He is her coiffeur, as he colors her entwined hair in a shade of serenity
She is his narcissistic cheval glass, reassuring him every moment
That his swaying eyes and his murky silver mane are intact.
He is her tepid blanket, gifting her his warmth and millions of lives.
She is his lullaby, swinging him to sleep, wobbling him into a trance.
Two shades of blue, two shades of blue.
Two shades of blue, Two shades of blue
He is her, and she is him
He collects her brimming elation and gifts it to the world
She takes his sorrow, swallows his tears, until he returns to normalcy
Two shades of blue, two shades of blue
A pair of hues that will always remain estranged,
Arising to vehement debates on his excessive height versus her unfathomable depth.
They aren't parallel lines which never touch each other,
They are converging lines that will always strive to meet,
Stretching each other with all its might,
Illimitable and endless they may be, but without each other
They will remain infinite fractions forever
Two shades of blue, two shades of blue.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC