Lost In Illusion

Magical World ?

Time flies by as the year is speeding away in a hurry.I wonder what is that makes everyone seem so pretentious ? The question lingers in my mind like a black cloud confused whether to shower upon the dry lands in the hot summer days.What consists of a magical world?What makes passion so strangely unattainable among the majority of mankind living away in mediocre flaunting lifestyle of clothes,phones,apple products,facebook followers and likes?Where is the magic that I  strongly need to feel  in order to get that reassurance,to imagine a world of  artists,dancers,politicians,scientists all playing the notes of a Ludovico symphony together.It seems like the courtesy quotient among the peers I am forced to communicate with has narrowed down to 1 or probably to negative.Recently Edward Munch’s very famous artwork “The Scream” fetched a mighty prize and I think its the perfect visual referrance to the future of human in a blood thriving lonely World.Its true in order to focus on being happy ,I do tend to lose track more than often and go back to my original thoughts on hopelessness,the emptiness.The silent scream projected in the painting as old as 1893 seems so relevant even now.The irony of it is that it had grave importance during that period as well which again makes me wonder was the world magical ever or was it all just an act the mighty power of faith had  put up for us ? In a recent survey held ,majority of Indian youth believe they would stand up for a cause and a large percentage were from self employed category than the salaried youngsters.It again leads to an important question;” Is art,imagination,creativity,self dependency and being master of oneself  the solution for a magical world?”

Dark lanes in my head,

Crossroads in the middle of the traffic

Red ,green signals calling for your attention,

Motorists pass by in killing thrill,

Heads hung down staring at those screens,

Pacing away from strangers in search of new strangers?

 

The blurry window

The strange noise engulfing the winds.

that blew my hair right on the face,

The first time I stepped into your house,

the festival was the occasion,

Now,disappeared into a smoky thin.

Air that made my eyes blurry.

Stranger in my life who had touched me.

My heart and soul had given up,

to your strange unclear antic.

Pills down through the nights,

to just dream and sleep and,

search for you next to me.

Waking up to write a song,

or did it sound more like a moving poetry ??

Scarring my dreams and yet you smile,

Warding off the pain in a jiffy!!

A sensible fool drowning in reality.

Why dont I see beyond the blurry window?

Reflecting upon the stranger waving at me,

Do I give up or Do I dream and be merry ?

Strumming an imaginary guitar ,

I jump and hop like a little something,

to smile and smile until it fades away,

The blurry window with the stranger.

Diminished Desire

Walking through  dark lanes,

Pointed heels through my veins,

Made up face and bouncy hair,

Took me really nowhere.

Waited with a fake smile,

Grabbing attention with no soul,

But I wondered why ?

As nights went long by.

Painfully with diminished desire,

I sometimes think wish you were here,

All alone in the messy crowd,

Used,pounced and frowned upon.

Fly High ?

It began,slowly sneaking from behind

When did it begin, I wondered ?

Where is my candy,I searched,

Enough stop going all around,

I told myself which went unheard.

Where was it from the start?

The music struggled to fill the room,

The red exploded with a boom.

An insane peace strengthened my dream.

Enough people said in gloom!!

I wondered again but why ?

I was done wanting to feel high.

What was wrong in staying afloat than fly ?

Is it taking me to a fun destination nearby?

Too many wanderers I hope., to come across.

Criticize them jokingly without sounding crass,

Mock at the pain and share the joy holding my cross.

Get inside my skin with all your might and free me-self,

And I question you, “Are you done feeling my voice” ?

You smile your grin and hand me the candy,

A kiss on my forehead and an embrace with a story to tell.

Light shone from there

The light screamed at you,

“Come closer dont be afraid”,

Be mellow and smile all around.

Leave the pain far behind,

Come scream at the light shining from there.

Recognize the clouds that moved away,

When your eyes sang a song to me?

Hold your breath for the present ,

Push the future along and dance away,

Make castles on the wet sand ,

Write miss you in the air,

Blow it away and pray,

To dance like a little girl in joy.

Scream at the light shining from there,

And let the night sweep you away to bliss.

There are times when one feels confused,frustrated,lonely and understanding all at the same time.Sometimes it makes you want to pick on someone and just divert all your negative energy to that unlucky person and sometimes it makes you want to  go do something absolutely crazy.Of late I try not to worsen things(Well ok I try harder now) but focus all my negativity in writing even though the end product results in something that I might have already written but projects the same feelings in different colors.Thanks to free publishing,thanks to friends who might be tiny bit interested in judging your work with no bias whatsoever,you feel good if it happens to be something nice and readable.You feel like you were able to create something instead of brooding over things that made you crazy or angry or whatever it was in the first place.Is it a momentary  happiness that might make you want to continue doing what you missed out on all those times when you didn’t know how much you had wanted to keep writing or drawing or anything that brought you back to your dream wonderland?

Sun Rises in My Dreams

Sail away into the horizon,

In search of the red rays,

As the water glowed when you touched her,

I stuck my hand into your heart.

The long journey of illusion,

Kept moving away as I neared,

In turn showing me a world yet to see.

Alone with you I sailed away,

Crushing the doom that haunted me,

Confronting you with loud laughs,

With my favourite thought pulling me,

“Come my dear to your strawberry clouds”.

Rowing faster to soak in the juicy fruits of labor,

Turning back to see the dark shadow,

And there it was playing hide and seek with rippled water!!

Sweetness in shine as it danced with the waves,

Giving way to in between day dreams as the sun rises. 

And I sang “its just another day to follow your dreams”.