Who are you? (4)

I have known you for a while!
Distant places reach out to me
Like photos in the album of my memory.
Words stuck in between pauses,
Phrases lost in translation,
The poignant sound of silence-
Remind me of a surreal ‘you’.

The waves of time hit on the shores
Of what my eyes cannot perceive.
A sharp jab of pain unnerves me.
Reality is but a knife widening the cracks
Of my delusional fantasies.
Question marks keep piling on my answers.
A never-ending battle between my needs and wants
Creates a face that resembles yours.
Who are you?
A treacherous game that never finishes,
Or a ray of hope that never diminishes?

P.S.: You might also want to have a look at the other parts of ‘Who are you?’. Check my previous posts for that.

Who are you? (3)

The eyes seek comfort
In colours that are rare:
In the greenery of what is red,
In the life of what is dead.
The symmetry in perfection
Is but a fable we wish to believe;
Unevenness, though real,
Speaks no more: brutally silenced.

Breaking the base of thoughts ingrained,
Spreading the roots of unconventional choices
Fixating on hideous truths,
Detaching from enticing lies,
Is a practice not known by many.
Different paths do not assure success.
But if it is all the same,
Who are you?

Confluence

Beyond the capacity of eyes,
Pervading the gaps of time,
We move away from drudgery.
In faraway lands: freedom bountiful,
We flow as if division never breathed!
Blessed reflections of a million stars
Shine upon us like puny angels
Trapped in the love of Forever.
May this confluence defy Never!

We stay bonded in an ageless world,
They try to tear us apart
With their barbaric demeanour.
We resist shocks until we die,
Only to live in loops of eternity:
A reality that common eyes cannot surmise.
Trapped in the love of Forever,
We live on and on till there is no time.
May this confluence defy Never!

Artist: Vedprakash Mishra

Chase

I thrive in unknown places,
Blinded by glaring lights,
Deafened by the clangor of regularity.
Painting your smiles in darkness,
Gives me a ruinous relief.
I burn in your absence
Secretly yet knowingly,
Tearing our old pages a thousand times,
Only to imagine us in your presence!
We are a fragmented story,
Finding our broken pieces shatters my mediocrity,
There lies my sadistic creativity.
The fog that clears my misty mind,
A dangling, mysterious question
Whose answer I will never find.
Acceptance is never a choice,
“The only place.”, reminds my inner voice.
That is why I keep walking,
Adding to the filth on mucky roads,
Hoping for a new hope,
Searching for an alternate reality,
Where we can safely elope.

Wasted

Nostalgia spun with threads of void
Often reminds me of the dark:
The one that I abhor, with passion galore.
The eyes are tired of premonitions
Dictated by the treacherous mind.
Living every moment involves
Seeing hopes crash a little more,
Dying smiles burn a little more.

Wires hanging in utmost negligence,
In the streets reeking of cheap rum,
Remind me of days wasted in doubt.
Making a leap of faith is not easy
For those fearing aim.
The real fear strikes;
‘What I could be’ fades a little more
In the dominance of ‘What I am’.

It’s complicated

Divergent, yet congruent;
Dying in conversations,
Living in thoughts.
We are surely unsure,
Purely impure.
IT’S COMPLICATED!

Sketch: Yours Truly
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