Month: December 2014

Lights

Posted on by thenostalgicinsomniac

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I want to travel back in time when there were just Adam and eve.
When they didn’t worry about their hearts on their sleeve.
 The times where there were no fire crackers or smoke because there were no lighters.
All anyone tried was to not get eaten by tigers.
Rays of sun were the only hope
Darkness at night, around the globe
 The rivers flowed just fine
No electricity no gas line. 
Then Here we are trying to reignite
Making the lights around us shine bright
Letting artificiality lure our fascination 
Dimming ourselves while waiting for salvation.
These Pretty bright things wipe away the darkness
But also brighten up the shadows when the sky seems starless.
I couldn’t gather myself to think about a world without light.
Epiphany.  The world was within me. Finally! An insight.
The fascination explains the need for answers
The darkness within is what makes us light up the lanterns.
 The colours that light up seem mystical 
While Adam and eve seem mythical.
I’d like to believe there exists a world without black. 
But then again what’s the point of lights if the world lacks black?
Lights make one see clearly 
Help Humans and their cavalry.

Masks.

Posted on by thenostalgicinsomniac

5350-anonymous-masks-1680x1050-digital-art-wallpaperWhile I was walking down the road 
I met a stranger wearing a black coat.
He had a polite smile on his face 
“Provocative woman.THE NEXT RAPE CASE.”
My mind convinced me of tomorrow’s headlines 
He had crooked teeth , dark circles and fine lines.
Who wouldn’t have thought he was going to commit a crime?
The societal practises have made it an obvious thought over a period of time.
I thought of taking a different route 
Dead silence. Suddenly, A well dressed man in a suit.
I felt safe because I saw a man wearing acceptable clothes
He had a polite smile too. A fake diplomatic one, cleverly  posed. 
The suited man had perfect teeth, heavy eyes, an expensive watch and perfectly set hair 
The black coat man didn’t seem to be impressed by his attire or maybe he didn’t care.
The suited man tried coming close to me making it seem like a protective gear
I could smell his drunken thoughts, suit smeared with beer. 
His mask was of diplomacy, his soul was quite messy 
He put his hand over my shoulder and asked me , “Are you safe?” 
Uncomfortably I said, “fine.” He now didn’t seem like a respectful man in a cape
He wasn’t the rescuer. 
He was the attacker. 
He tried to grope.
I broke.
The man in the black coat pushed the bastard away .
“Madam . Madam. Are you okay?” 
Sometimes,  the genuine faces are shadowed by their appearance 
One learns a lot about humanity in the dark alleys with time and experience. 
How does one see through?
Masks. They should be coloured. Red and blue. 
Red for the people with demons.
Blue for the  ones who respect women. 
Everybody wears them. Tries to bury them.
Brave are the ones who aren’t afraid to throw them.