It was the 
Bewitching hour

And my shadow was

Not more than adumbrated 

By the meager light light

In no time

I would reach an interstellar place 

The ocean of emptiness 

And would destroy myself.

Each atom would disintegrate

As it fell on the cosmic rays 

Unvarying 

But the umbrage of the banyan tree 

Caught me 

Captured my soul 

For it was as sacred 

As the Greek mythology 

And the sins
I had committed 

Were forgiven.

Thankfully.

There's no sleep for the tired eyes
And the 5 lost souls
Have been bribed
To stay awake
And wait for the apocalypse
In hues of broken dreams
Strenuously.

The second chapter began

And no story 

Was told

But some secrets 

Began to unfold 

Some mysteries 

Consumed in the darkness

Found their place

The urge was 

To deal with things

In a pragmatic way 

To mould the fable 

With pertinency 

Refrain from portraying

Crass assumptions 

Impersonate the characters 

With the queerest disposition 

So that by the time 

You drown into that tale 

There’s nobody left alive to 

Impute their arguments 

There’s no need to appeal for clemency.

You'd find me
By the riverside
Moving along with the moon
Staring at those
Celestial bodies
Which seem to
Deport me to
An unknown place
Where I belong
Where I should be
The Orion looking down upon me
While I travel
Back in time
And confabulate
With pagan
Question the existence of
Humans
And denounce the
World as a farce
Create a different place
With only those
Animals sacred to Apollo
Those swans and ravens
And Cicadas
And remain.

Every minute 

I move forward
and backward 

Feel elated and dejected 

At the same time

From both ends of the world

I retrograde 

Explicitly consign into oblivion

Those marred thoughts 

I introspect 

And question 

My beliefs and it’s pros and cons 

Then backward 

I run counter to 

Those thoughts 

I agree to it 

And purport to be satiated 

There’s a lapse of time 

And I’m forgotten 

Or maybe I forget 

I run 
Here and there 

Incorrigibly perfect 

Like those fake palindromes 

Among those assertive 

Words.

I would
Rather 
Go unnoticed 
Behind
Those 
Five thousand 

Pine trees 

Looking for 
A little corner 

To understand 
My dreams
and resurrect

My soul 

In search of the right 
Words but

My mind 

Wants the fulfilment 

Of a million 

Vague unattended thoughts 

And doesn’t stop

Wandering 

From one dimension 

To another.

They told me about 

All the impractical things

Which would never possibly happen

But 
Never did I receive a warning 

Regarding the monsters under my bed

My blanket fails to protect me from them now

Is it because I grew up?