It’s in the Wind

As I step out of the dreary
Building filled only with
Mechanized voices and
Hollow laughter of people
The outside air feels so
Fresh like a weight lifted
Off my chest and I could
Breathe openly, absorbing
the surrounding to realize
The wind carrying patrichor
I look around and a smile
Spreads on my face noticing
The slightly wet floor and
Breathtaking garden glistening
Under umbrella of water
Droplets like decorations
On my favorite Christmas tree
I inhale deeply letting the air
Fill my lungs like silent
Hope making its way to
Brighten the gloomy day
It carries peace in its waves
Subtly relaxing the spirit
Like watching a sunset after
A long tiring day at work
The birds sing songs perched
On trees creating music
And it feels that the chilly
Wind is dancing to the tune
As I hum along with them
The heart peacefully beats
Happiness is in the wind

What Ifs

They say an empty mind
Is the devil’s play field or
Something abstract along
Those lines, I wonder as
I keep looking across the
Barren field stretched for
Miles with no end in sight
But I like to take these blind
Mind trips to feel the wheels
Leaving marks on my skulls
As they fabricate stories
What if I had a better face
Would people notice me
And not my crippled leg as
They cringe away in sympathy
And disgust at the disfigured
Deformed mass sticking out
Of my knee with blue and red
Lines running along like art
A biter sweet smile on my face
What if I have had the surgery
And got a prosthetic leg instead
Would I have been less cynical
What if I hadn’t saved the child
That day leaving him in the
Middle of the road amidst traffic
‘You would still have the leg’, I
Hear the voice which I crash
With the violent shake of my
Head and try to breathe normally
What if I had died instead that
Day and with that thought the
Clouds get heavier, thunder roars
The world drowns in my sorrows

In a Parallel World

I see us standing
Side by side happily
Laughing at some joke
In a parallel world

I see us talking
To each other openly
Resolving our issues
In a parallel world

I see us buying
Books together just
Because I loved reading
In a parallel world

I see us arguing
About your busy life
And you making up
In a parallel world

I see you reading
My words and reaching
Out for my hand subtly
In a parallel world

I see us planning
Our life together
In whispers of night
In a parallel world

I see us fading
As the strong winds
Bring me back to this
World, there is no us

People Dissapoint

On this stage full of actors
Each trying to outsmart the
Another by playing their
Parts with eased perfection
Under masks of murky
Gray characters that cloud
Over your view of the world
Making it appear as dark as
The white painted hospital
Walls and as dull as the beep
Of the heart wanting to sleep
People disappoint you in
Ways that make you wonder
Make you question yourself
How deceiving and deep those
Layers of skin were wrapped
Around their faces that you
Couldn’t tell real from fake
Ones, wishing to tear off the
Intimate cocoons they hide in
Peel of one plastic layer after
Another till the backstabbers
Knives can be seen and the
Lies can be put on display
For the world to know the
Ugliness people hide behind
The perfectly crafted smiles

In Retrospect

In retrospect of life
Regrets make way easy
Apologies feel far while
Life feels wasted away
While hope feels like a
Fading shade of sun
Just before it sinks
From view while you
Watch trying to grasp
How much has been
Lost in time ticking
Away in to star dust
And endless memories
Swim across the vision
All a blur, too quick to
Isolate one memory
From another but you
Can almost reach out
And intimately trace the
Fragments surrounding
You in a whirlwind of
People and places and
Words that don’t matter
For it’s too late to go
Back to ‘undo‘ the done
But you can look forward
Drop the bag of weight
Filled with dead people
You carry around and
Reach out to the ones
Standing at the doors
Waiting for you to join
Them on the other side

Charles said it!

1st Day – 1st Quote

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
― Charles Bukowski

The above quote is in response to the “3 day quotes challenge” for which I was nominated by two absolutely lovely people; Kri and Steph, thank-you guys, I’m honored and humbled by the challenge, especially since reading and quotes collection is among my personal favourite things to do.

I won’t explain as to why I chose this quote but let’s just say, the quote comes very close to the most closed spaces we all hide within us. 


Rules for the challenge:

1. Post 3 of your favourite quotes each per day for 3 recurrent days. The quotes can be of any other people or it may come straight from your own heart.
2. Nominate 3 or more bloggers with each post to challenge them.
3. Don’t forget to utter a thankful word to the person who nominated you.


Today’s nominations for the 3 day quote challenge are:

1. Will
2. Naima
3. Darshith


Again a huge THANK-YOU both of you for sharing this challenge with me and good-luck to all the nominations. I look forward to seeing your posts ❤

Timeless

Somethings remain timeless
Like the love of  mother that
Knows no bounds and drifts
Between spaces and places
To forever imprint an impact
And the laughter of a child
That echoes in long hallways
Preserving their childhood
In memories that the future
Will be thankful for as years
Pass by and silence grows
How the sky feels at night
Decorated by the stars and
The clouds form shapes for
Us to remind of the infinite
Possibilities and realms that
Can be created if we dream
The subtle look between the
The two lovers as they watch
One another from a distance
In a crowd, delightfully drinking
In every movement of another
Places and people where time
Ceases to exist and all that’s
Left is captured moments

Surreal

The world of surreal holds
Endless possibilities to play
Within all imaginable realms
If you can think and believe it
With a shake of my head and
Flutter of my eyes I see a red
Bird on the horizon carrying
A bag of secrets to the world
Whose door is tinted with gold
And shimmers in the sunlight
And there are gardens spread
In green and pink end to end
With rivers flowing backwards
And people running on clouds
You can even buy happiness
But it’s always in a shortage
A cat lazily talks to its owner
As they both take a stroll in
The park each day leisurely
As I see them through my
Subconscious eyes, noticing
How much freedom does this
World holds for its people as
I see the timeless watches
Show the time as the persons’
Wish to see it as and so while
Some sleep at night, others eat
Their breakfast during the day
Almost feels like parallel worlds
Running side by side peacefully
A scream rings in my ears and
I turn around to catch glimpse of
A man who is struggling to set
His new face in place which is
Refusing the new owner, while
I find this amusing, I’m pulled
Back in to my world by a friend
Who was violently shaking me as
I had drifted away from my body

For The Love of Art

Art resides within each on of us
It is the calling you can’t ignore
That one voice that pushes you
Towards what you desire most
Achingly with a fire that refuses
To ever burn out inside of you
It is what makes you stand out
From how you may sing to write
Or the way your eyes light up
Playing your favourite instrument
How your hands move sketching
Perfection on papers and canvases
Or maybe it is when you travel
Places with your loved characters
It is the unique calling for everyone
That one thing which makes us
All different yet connects together
Seeing the art in each-other’s eyes
Appreciating when we see the
Efforts each individual makes to be
Honestly happy in being them-self
We must respect and encourage
All to never let their fire burn out
For the love of art and need to stay
Real in this world which is turning
Artificial by the day, lets never stop
Fighting to keep our voice alive

Dying

Darling, does the idea of
Dying instills fear in you
But why be scared of an
Entity that was always
Meant to take over your
Life as you helplessly
Watched it grow stronger
While you got weaker
The idea of sleeping for
An infinite time has for
Certain reasons always
Appealed to me in ways
Nothing else ever did or
Perhaps like all other cold
Things that make me happy
It does too, calming my soul
I embrace it happily without
Flinching away from how
The heart will freeze and
The blood will stop in vain
As it stops hearing its music
The red and blue lines that
Carry life will then slowly
Become as empty as me
Till nothing will be left to
Feel except a shell hiding
Secrets of a life that no
Longer exists on timeline
Struggles will come to halt
As peace will find its way
That I never knew before
Out of the chaos of world
And oh darling, Plath said
Dying is an art” and so
I’m sure I will master it