Dreamscapes

In you, they swim without care for your kin

In a dreamy, dreaded world you find something hidden.

Amongst the secrets from your darkest nights and momentary flights.

If ever was a cure, I would take it a galloping moment

So that I get rid of being your permanent tenant.

With the rent so high…

How do you aim to survive?

In a world of pain & desire through a moment of buried fire.

Wounds overflowing without cuts…

How cumbersome are these nights of unrest?

Worry, tragedy, pain, apathy…

All bosom buddies in your search for downfall.

Shifting through the night into a broken machine

A machine unwound through the tremulous years of existing.

Passion is hidden inside a box within the chasm.

So deep, so dark, you shudder at the thought of approaching daylight.

Making your words and stretching your thoughts

We come across the reality that builds a theory of dots.

Each dot a charismatic rebuke towards life.

Each thought addressed to that strife.

Often does life seem to trip on us and life?

And, we in a memorandum of believing gently caress and shove it aside.

Faking the real, and realising the mockery

We survive through life like broken crockery.

Feeling so alone, so deserted…

It is the silence within the dream and the unattended.

Short Ghost Stories

Nonchalant Doubt

Every dream has been smoldered to ashes

Every idea reduced to dust

My thoughts fear every new idea that enters...

For fear of losing the very idea.

I come across people who gather excuses, hatred and self-pity

They wile and cry and seek refuge in sympathy

I echo their feelings and wonder often whether theirs is real or mine?

Reality has become a mirage

Tortured by sights of greener pastures...

But they ain't green,

They’re just a shade darker than the shade of dejection.

Emptiness has been a pal for so long now;

I seek her comfort in all my blissful moments...

Moments that last for an eon.

Every twitching of the skin is penetrated by pitiful conversations,

They provide a scatter of lifeless comfort.

A tireless stare is compressed in the soothing air.

An evil breadth disguised as care

Creatures roam around who call themselves ‘human’

They hardly wait and never really bother

To watch the little red blossom bloom into the air.

How ironic is their existence really!

All you imagined are thoughts that took shape in some way.

They recoil and make you wonder.

Whether they are there or away from your gaze!

Sometimes I think it’s meaningless to think that a meaning would arrive with a warm embrace.

And on most nights I still say a grace.

Because you were honest

You paid the price....

A price so great it’s been etched into your every hair...

Your future will not endure...

The many unclaimed challenges of your past.

Your present is a blink in the stark reality of life

And it doesn't possess the strength to withstand...

Rebukes, abuse, fatal bruise or a simple misuse.

Situational Moments

Unchanging over the years

Moments of calm are rare

Moments of confusion are more

It never ceases even during the sleep…

How ridiculous a life to be let down

By trivial thoughts and mundane feels

You hold on to tomorrow but let go of the real

Reality knocks every day, you never let her in…

She spreads her wings and lodges in;

Still you try to run from her.

She doesn't force herself on you

She allows you your space

Your little life stuck in a haze

That’s when the mind spaces change

They undergo a catharsis of shame

Bewildered you seek refuge in sleep

But sleep’s an ally and only makes you meek

Seeking and meeking you reach the cornerstone of life

A river calms you down much more than you could in years

That’s when you understand how trivial you are and…

How grand everything else is.

From that grandness erupts a silent volcano of knowledge

Only subtle enough for the subtlest,

Lest you grab it with both hands

It makes no sound while gushing – your senses have again failed you at the most crucial time.

But you never lose hope

Speaking of which, they say hope is what sticks the world together

But it must be ironic as hope isn't that hopeful herself

So, how is it that others have put their faith on her so wholeheartedly?

That is a lesson no one teaches

Specially not your parents and your teachers

They themselves have not found any answers to it,

And yet feet that they know something about it.

Humans are a species so full of potential

But they are more full with self-doubt

That’s probably nature’s way of ensuring that they don’t start believing that the are really the true masters of the cosmos

Bu then as humans believe anything that is absurd

They also believe anything that is a fleeting memory.

KARMA

On forlorn shores I stood staring

Remembering the memories of bygone days

The bewildering gaze,

The triumphant ways…

Where have they escaped to?

I wonder, sometimes…

In fact, a lot of times!

These years have rolled on seamlessly

Times you looked at the sky, times you stared at the fruits

Times when every little leaf was a delight for your eyes

Picking up unimportant strands of strangest things from the road,

A reason to walk with a song on toward!

Now the stranger lurks beneath the garb

Watchful of every…His and hisses

Looking at life with distaste

He casts a shadow along the pathway of waste.

The bewilderment is still at large

It paints a picture loud, but stark

With arrows that pierce the heart

The simple humming of a sky Lark

Notwithstanding these are shadow talks

Little they add to enjoy the walks…

And, somewhere a voice still balks

Of stares filled with raging mocks

Coiled up in the cocooned shell

A crab falls and then gets up well

His only continuous moves

Are to be ahead of his grooves

With claws intact, it swirled the pave

A thin crust of bread it craved

Alas, the bread was stolen straight

By the mighty Eagle out to slay

The Eagle missed the crab by choice

It sought for something in turquoise

The bread crumb was covered in it

The residues of Potassium Permaganit

It gobbled it in one single gulp

Straight through its piped pulp

The potent mix took its turn

The Eagle had the pain borne

Dropped dead from far above

Straight to the crab’s love

He thought the treat will be good

Every nibble will be best understood

And nature played its game quite well

That shouldn't surprise, nature’s known to swell

With mighty leaps and subtle moves

Time travels in caressed grooves

Karma – She’s a double edged sword

Never will she let anyone be forgot

Her reach reaches in to realms unknown

The cosmos churns from her ethereal curls. 

A goalless life

Some of them may shudder at its very mention

Some others may cringe but apathetically agree

Some may blatantly follow it, without any thought given

And, then few will seek this very blissful heaven

They say a life has to have goals,

Oh! Yeah, did you have one when you entered it?

Did you have one when you breathed in it?

Did you have one when you cursed in it?

And, now you need to have one, because you want to belong in it?

Shame on you, you blatant wannabe…

You ignorant prick of the crappiest order

You twist and turn words as it may suit you

You rely on manipulation more than yourself

Your corporate demeanor is all but a farce…

Dropped at the first sign of threat,

Your innuendos are bigoted ideas

Slouching from beyond your graves

You kick-start the day with a curse in your heart…

And expect the day to all but be scarred

Every time you stoop low to disgust

But still believe in the emotion called trust!

I pity you and your little goals

Which you think you stole from nature’s soul

Your ignorant life is nothing but a rant…

With insipid moments filled with disgusting wants.

The goal you set has set one for you…

Before you meet her, the prison will free few

And once you have reached her…

She will turn you back to stare…

Into the anvils of nothing-dom. 

Random Musings

When did the nearer one desert you?

Of when you were clambering down the road

Too psyched to know the reality of the real

Too funked to see the future of feel

Effervescence in the air

A benign serendipity…

When did the world stoop at your feet?

Did you spoon out the only source of heat?

A chance meeting of karmic love

A sequenced out paradigm puff

A method actor convoluting over sophomoric rituals

The only realization - A masked violinist

Below the sea of doubt

Lies the enigma of bout

Shining pixels from the stars

Running scared, kids on the stairs

The unison of ‘nothing’ with ‘ness’

Breathing fire is the mighty ‘Loch’ ‘ness’

Drinking valour from the cup of brute

Inside the insomniacs comforting suite!

The animal caged to the cage of age

Smoldering through narrow arrows of rage

A seeker, Ordinary in thought

Arrogant only in what he brought

Packs of the finest hallucinogenic ‘Cream’

Joints seasoned through years of craft

Lost in the small big world of memories

Spending days on musings…

But, he trudged to find the seer beings! Oh…