poet
Indefinite mortality.
Carte blanche
An alien’s vantage point.
I have been on this planet for a while now
Humans are weird. It’s a World of mad cows.
I still don’t understand human relations.
This rock is divided apparently into something called as nations.
People take pride in petty achievements
Their verbal communication is vulgar and indecent.
They are ruled by people with no formal education.
I have seen these wheeled vehicles, driven by them. Boy! Do they lack patience?
I sit here on a ‘street’ waiting for it to rain
But it’s sunny and my wishes drain
It’s funny to see them even make an effort for something quite materialistic
How often do they cry on loss of property than life , isn’t it fantastic?
This nature of humans intrigues me
Their insanity as wide as the sea.
They find faults and blame others
Meaningless victories. Why do they even bother ?
Is aggression always the answer for them?
Or is it true that they like the mayhem?
Chaos is an illusion for their creative minds
Still they fill the void with filth of all kinds
They don’t understand how much it means to be there for another being
To care and to get them back up on their feet. It’s not a comic movie that one should be seeing.
Portrayal of a perfect life
By an egoistic human who fights every night with his wife.
Masking their frowns with a joyous face
Shameful display. Isn’t that every body’s case?
The ones who kill are the ones who have already died from within.
Brutality is done by their own. Some build empires while others bring them down. For example: The twin.
Though there is hope for these confused beings.
If they let go of their demons and give their life a whole new meaning.
The big box paradox
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You lose yourself and let yourself off the ground.
But no matter how grounded you try to be , “you” are nowhere to be found.
Imagine a big box.
When you’re in it time stops. No clocks.
There’s a world for you to create.
Closed book
Lights
When they didn’t worry about their hearts on their sleeve.
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.
The nostalgic insomniac
The silent night.
3:33 am.
She was trying to fight the demons under her bed. She, Scared of the demons victory over hers wakes up.Sits on a window sill trying to find voices to talk to. 13 floors above the ground in a city that claims it never sleeps. All she wanted was a voice to hold onto and then the cheapest mode of transport came to her rescue.
3:37 am.
she heard the horn .
3:41am.
she could hear the rails sing along with the birds that whispered their morning prayers. The highways shining bright whilst the Window lights going on and off because of someone trying to quench their thirst. She could see the sea far away but couldn’t hear the waves. Someone who might have heard her inner cry for peace made it rain. Trying to make her feel close to the sea. She could hear the leaves dancing and rustling.
Streetlight.
A defective street light faraway made her believe that life was like that ray of dim light. Trying hard to shine but never enough to make this city brighter. The golden headlights on a bridge over the sea was never enough to make her believe that a shimmering light of hope was enough to cross the bridge. The hills far away gave her a native feeling she fetched for a long time. The wind played with her hair like it belonged to him.
3:49am.
Everything was so soothing that she could hear the clock tick and was afraid that it might wake someone up anytime soon. She Still couldn’t stop staring at that street light . The way it went on and off. She just wanted to relate her life to something, to someone, to make it more meaningful.
3:53am.
She realised what the shivering light tried to convey. No matter how small you are , you are big enough to be a ray of hope for someone around. She looked around to find some more insomniacs but was too afraid she was the only one. She saw new arrivals in the city via sky who were about to land. She wasn’t afraid of the dark but she didn’t like it either.
Shadow.
Her shadow was laughing at her choices and her heart was laughing at her madness. A girl who related to things that never meant a thing to anyone. She let the wind hit her before she realised it was past five. She wondered where the sun went then it dawned on her.