And sometimes I wanna be lost in a trance,
A trance blessed with the oblivion's curse.
A trance so spirituous, so strong
that it gets me drunk and keeps me trippin' over myself.
A trance that holds me lose, with no option to choose.
No path to walk down, no destination to attain;
No seeking, no prying, no conclusion to arrive at.
Just a trance of prolonged unconsciousness,
a state of complete detachment.
A trance that pulls me into a slumber ransacked of dreams, yet filled with a rabble of rotten souls and their sunken reputation trying to usurp the dark throne of the Night.
A trance as white as stone-cold mornings—harsh but serene;
A trance where no promises hold true, no fear comes creepin' in, no mercy, no inhibition...only numbness deep within.-
Come to me, I shall give you reasons.
I shall let you deduce your unfathomable self;
I shall get you close to the finish line of your sempiternal sorrows.
I shall set your cacoethes afire,
yet let your rage not sweep over your composure.
I shall make you deem every situation ephimeral,
owing to the fact that it'll be all
water under the bridge, by the next day.
I shall enable you to choose between
the dulcet fakery and the blistering honesty.
I shall tell you about which doors to
walk past and which ones to barge in;
I shall teach you which waters to drift on and which ones to dive in.
Come to me, come closer, let me in; let me reside in your mind,
let me cohabit, 'cause you need reasons to comprehend,
and I need a mind to enact my vision.
I am what you must conceive to unlearn ignorance.
I am Wisdom.-
Find me when you go astray,
your boat's adrift—off course.
Find me when you're down
in the mouth; your world's
upturned—dishevelled.
Find me when you're beyond
saturation, brimming over with
a deluge of despair—crestfallen.
Find me when you see them
falling apart, and blaming it
on you—accursed.
Find me when you drown in
the sea of your flames, and burn
in the pit of your tears—stranded.
Peer into your heart, find me in there.
I shall yield you forbearance.
I am Hope.-
On an old park bench,
in a lush green lawn,
I was lost in my vain daydream.
The setting sun flashed
its last shafts in the dim sky.
There I smelt it in the aura,
something weird, something
unusual, something inexplicable
like a deafening silence.
Something paradoxical,
like that of an ashen rainbow
or a hued dew drop.
A cool zephyr osculated
the inferno inside my heart.
Terror-stricken I was, for
it was heraldic of the arrival of
something I never wished for.
The dusk marked the
dominion of the dark.
Amidst the lucid obscurity,
I sat still as if in a drunken stupor…-
You once were a muser, now you yourself are a muse;
You once captured memories,
Now you set my fantasies lose.
You sang me lullabies and read me tales to sleep;
You've been reasons behind my glee;
And also the ones that made me weep.
Time, like a swirling breeze, flew by...
38 months long and counting...
You fell sick, you were short of breath,
my whole world seemed to be daunting.
I remember, I was drunk and drowned,
while I was parched and ground—there
was no one by my side,
When you, with your run-down health,
still clenched my hands and took me
on a magic carpet ride.
You brought me sadness and
blessed me with mirth,
You brought me hatred, and
taught me self-love.
You knew what's what, you had the world
inside you, you could foretell catastrophies;
You made me face it all bare, while, mostly
I took refuge under your cool sombre canopies.
I know you won't be able to stay
forever with me, 'cause everything
has a predestined lifetime,
There were many before you arrived,
there are going to be more after you'd be gone,
but, you bet, you'll forever be my partner prime.-
Don't fall for, make 'em fall in;
Disjoin: split 'em up into bits.
Don't justify, let 'em judge;
Deflect, walk off, and give no whit.
Don't stoop, tread 'em down;
Widen the chasm, let the bridges be lit.
Don't ease their pain, aggravate rather.
Play the devil -- add salt
to their every bloody slit.
Don't thunder; go, pelt on them;
Bury them alive in the depths of your pits.
Get 'em a sip of your sweet poison;
Go, hate, feel free, 'cause love forbids.-
Teaching isn't easy (Part - 1)
Teaching has always been my profession, better to say, a passion insane!
But this time it was an unusual experience for it rendered both pleasure as well as pain.
He was my younger kinsman; both were bred in under the same roof.
Prone to get on each other's nerves, since we belonged to the same age group.
All my life I tried my hardest to teach him the morals which I learnt from the grownups;
And he, with a wicked grin, always defied my words and left me shut up.
With the passage of time and change in the course of wind, we both grew old and so did our minds.
Just as in the childhood, ticklish he still was and always out of line.
Everyone tried their best to make him realise the worth of properness in whatever he lives by,
Only to see their efforts going in vain and their temperament reaching a level high.
(To be continued...)
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Difference in opinion doesn't make you my foe -- we're just two birds flying at different heights.
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If only you were as glad to have me
as you're afraid to lose me...-