There are moments,
When something passes right through you….
And leaves you startled…
Was it just a passing moment,
Or a knife slicing through you….
You seat yourself in a corner,
The ground beneath, the only support…
Fragile transience gives you hope,
The same which took away what you held some seconds ago….
The wavering heat waves of future and past
Interplay to form an inconceivable amalgam….
One that leaves you startled…
Your friends shout out your name,
Your parents try to shake you to consciousness,
But you are lost away,
In a perplexed island of volcanic thoughts and dreams….
What you have is lost,
What you lost is what you yearn…
The wait is torturous,
Everyday, you shove into shallow waters
Deluding yourself into presumptive contentment…
And then the hole inside burns,
You need the ground beneath to stable your wavering thoughts…
Sometimes it crashes….
The world within,
And the world outside….
Sometimes the strong cover of yours,
Melts into an underlying fear….
Fear of being faded
From your true self,
Fear of being faded
From yourself…
The changing realities shape into mazes
That entrap your free soul,
Silence only speaks more of what you lack…
Every tear, drops into another ocean of despaired souls,
You find yourself crucified
Between the mortals of day and ghosts of night…
There is no identity in the smiling faces of daylight :
Momentary and transient,
There is no identity in the mortified souls that crib,
More permanent and overpowering…
But you fit none…
You try to seek,
What the rest never saw,
Only to realize it was already too crowded
Your heart reaches out to excel,
But sometimes its all too alone…
Engulfed in a world
That understands too less,
Or understands too much…
There’s a carved out space
For something that isn’t there,
There are moments you forget about it,
But there are moments when that something passes right through you…
And you realize where you are lost…
Sometimes it’s too hard to take in,
What you should and shouldn’t…
Indecisiveness gnaws the clockworks of neurons,
The empty space within reaches out to your throat…
Twinkling light of hope,
Leaves you in darkness which only lights up at moments…
A tunnel too long,
A road seemingly endless,
A walk too meaningless…
You keep trying nevertheless,
You keep walking and searching nevertheless…
At times too robotic,
At times too caged and restricted,
But at times too glorious
That blinds you from your struggle…
And even your torturous step becomes one of your own…
Every breath of yours, flowers the untread path with life,
Every walk becomes one of your own…
The world shall laugh,
The world shall cry,
The world shall stare,
The world shall ignore….
But your life is only your own…
Of the dreams you seek,
Of moments that pass,
That will enliven or distraught
Is after all, your own…
My life, my own…
Secrets of my life,
Bounded by the pages I write,
But free by the ink that flows…
