Caged!!

A gush of fresh air...

a walk down the street at night..carefree..

looking down the road..birds eye view..

arms outspread from the eyes of Leonardo..

freedom freewill

A farewell.. departure..forced into a cage.

u r abducted from the road.

from ur life..

bound..

addiction does it..

obsession does it.

obscurity continues....

lets introduce a cube of physicality here.

a cell..four walls..

devoid of light..

darkness..

u move .. take few steps..

bump into the physical boundaries..

sit back..think again..

u r stuck in the pond..

u can never conceive the ocean from here..

u long for news..

news of the ones loved n not..

news of the world that u r a part of..

u talk..talk to friends..

friends in ur head..

u create alter egos ..

so as to feel the difference...

u wander n ponder..

thinking that the room does not confine u to a set of coordinates..

deaf..

all u can hear is the voices from inside..

fire..a dragon trapped within u is erupting like a volcano..

hands unbound..u r no vagabond however far u mite travel..

wen u open ur eyes u see wats there to see..

u ve seen a million times..

necessity of change blinded..

the desire unbound..

start meditating..

lets get abducted from this cell..

at the mercy of kidnappers now..

hands bound..eyes mooned.. gagged glory..

u can only smell ur surroundings..

trapped by the greed of those who dont know what they are sinning for..

money..mistakes..monkeys..

they dont let ur imagination unfurl..

clip ur wings..

chip ur winks...

u try to appease them all..

not at peace..

try and bend yourself..

u still suffocate..

i will now abduct u.. place u in a cell of virtuality..

addiction n obsession...

u r free to move..

to think..to breathe..to see..

but u never understand..

cos virtually u r confined into the small cell

where all physicality means nothing to u anymore..

u become senseless physically..

craving..driving..waking n walking..

freshness is all around u..

u ve just lost the feeling.

I am. and Will be..

There is something on ur mind..the truth... u just cant hide it r hide from it... the eventuality of consequences does confuse u . appearances are deceptive.. so is the the appearance of all falsehood and ultimately the truth... all that u can go by is wat u feel to be the right... nothing can jus take it away from u .. only the conscious n subconscious play their part.... but wat is u n out of ur control is the subconscious and it has been shielded, through the ages from the unreal...we just need deeper INSIGHT to get to it..(read into insight ceaselessly than you ever intend to). This simple fact might be the greatest glory of your life and the indictment which i ve been striving for..

Legacy Systems

People are so bent on finding a successor to their legacy, they want to leave behind and leve footprints on history, to call their own. The moral beings are always on the hunt, seeking immortality in all endeavours. One of the most common roles they assume is that of a mentor, looking for the perfect specimen to impart their experience(one who would be a shadow of their presence on this planet). It makes teachers look for the best, friends growing fond of each other, distinguishing employers and so on.It has driven people to pour over their wisdom on uninformed souls, considering their virtues as special, unique and worthy for the future.

Never content with the full stop that death brings in with itself, people look for alternatives. Expectations arise out of nowhere as a test to their own vulnerabilities. The density of dimensionless dogmas damping the very spirit of soul. They can simply go on with their life, making it simpler for others around the by bypassing the legacy systems.

Cascade

One should always understand that he is constant. The Earth moves. The universe expands.Man is a constant. To make things simples, multiple planes pass through us with every passing moment.I once heard from my friend that one can never freeze time. Its like waterin a river, never does one get to feel the same water in a flowing river. It might be similar but can never be the same because it keeps flowing. Everybody will agree with if i draw an analogy to time past here. Likewise time hs to be understood and quantifyig it has one and only purpose, to indicate the flow that is inherent. The big bodies of nature are in motion and the miniature creations symbolised, idolised by us, the humans are constant.

The planes keep passing through. Life is a lot simpler if one keeps to his own path or planes of action rather than getting distracted by anothers' set of parameters. If u freeze time all you can imagine happening is something similar to how animations are brought to life. Pictures painted on cards and someone just flipping it creates ones world.

So people can forget about all else and start painting , to make thier moments of life as colourful as possible.The heaven is passing through us with every passing moment.

Hazy Daisies

As with every weekend and the nights of it, this story doesnt deviate from the any normal circumstances to call it extraordinary.

But as always, theres a heroine in tonights play and she was wearing a white tee. For the lowers, on the record, i dint notice what particularity she was displaying. Her eyebrows were fresh from threading, i can say , as i had noticed , when the room got injected with extra extra photons with her smile , which she was very generous with as against the small sips of beer that entered her system there.

Beauty, i always notice much and rarely miss, i could see she was rare and except one exception that might be , her nose, which the dim lighting made me notice not.

The blaring music thumping on every membrane in the body, as it wasnt exclusive to the ones responsible for hearing sense. Nevertheless it only embodied the the thumping beat amplified and exemplified.

Enough said about the one here but none could have been radiant enough.

I look at her, exchanging glances, that might be due the beer that i was pouring in, my system gone all Hazy Daisies:)

I wished for one thing tonight , an exception though to the wishes i made every other similar nights. I wished she could honour my lunch table tomorrow with endless tales of her story so far, i wished no more, no contact numbers, no names, for i loved listening to stories, and hers would have been special if i had learnt any more , all about her.

The ordinary evening held its head high as i never made any advances towards the proposition i had.

An experience it will remain, as have others taken their due place. I return to my table thinking about destiny and the destined, i wish that god was unfair only a little more, for depts seem to bear no meaning of hollowness in contexts that i ve been tormented every other weekend night.

Anger, i dont feel as i know well this is wat i am and that this is all i can do. But i do wonder what might be the limit of such opportunities knocking my door.

With drags og cigarette, kings 1.1,1.2 and 1.3 , a pause, and with watchful eyes on the door which might open to not my surprise, but surprisings produce her walking out in her full height and outside the moor.

Alas! This never happened.

A few sentences ran my mind at that very moment but weakly recollected in here, moments later, my memory weak n strong never makes me lament and tonight is no different testament.

I see a bright side and thats the last i see because it lasts only minutes thats seems so small in this infinite universe and momentary immortality.

I will search her in the many face that will bombard me the morrow after morrow till her memory fades in the brilliance of another star of the weekend nights to follow.

Writing all this gave me a peace in time lost in oblivion. Alas. no more. Its only Hazy Daisies that am following, conjuring to contain my sanity in sanctuary.

Destruction

its burnin n burnin..

all over n over again..

in n out n outside inside

with arms stretched wide n tearing the fabric around

creating vacuum so large

shards of glass vapourised in the pressure within.

such chaos n disturbance .

travelling in waves..

with spasms of guilt turnin eye bloodshot red..

dread n despair..hand in hand..

the claws ripping virtual shell

screeching and scratching..

blasting shells up to no good..

Words..

i get up in the morning and search for some fags to get myself out of the drowsy proceedings of the night..

Ideas flash like the lighting that i have witnessed over the past few days.

Highly volatile, this is what is left of them..

Words are such beautiful building blocks that facilitate such creations of the mind, that you are awestruck by the simplicity it. You use it to express yourself and exalt yourself to glory. It defies all boundaries of reality and even crossing he barriers in figments of imaginations that you can totally dislodge anything that your senses might pour on the brain.

People unknowingly or knowingly create brands (of themselves), sell, share, and destroy others. Mind is a restless entity which finds peace less often than it is expected to. The very nature of the proceedings around us makes it difficult to settle on something soon. Distractions exist in extraterrestrial quants that disperses quantas of peace in the who;e domain conceived by all our competent senses.

Imagine the world as it is.. the spherical shape and associate it with another sphere, that is the conscience of your mind. Make the association literal as in a symbiotic relationship in bare visual terms. Now lets look at the beauty of this. Someone around you uses words, makes some impact, visualise the sphere absorbing it in shape. The conscience is affected now. Someone pulls it, the sphere deforms. So the deformation is dependent on words and actions . But the very action of individuals is more more pronounced by the use of words rather than action in verb-al terms, emphasisng the pun on the verb. More remotely the words spell out deformations in larger quantas disrupting the package of peace that comes in with the equilibrium of non-deformation.

People market themselves day in and day out without their knowledge. I sit minutes everyday on the facebook and look at the world through it as if it was a sensory organ a very much part of myself. Words define my actions for the day, my waking night hours. I rather communicate to the whole sphere on this medium.

Its thus difficult to break out of this dogma to rest restlessness for the period greater than the flashes of lightning as observed by eyes.

Restlessness reigns.. Words are everywhere, in the books u reads, in the papers u pamper n the magazines u ponder n the communication that u feed upon to understand whats going on and to underestimate the vastness of the physical medium on which u sand , sit and sleep.

This restlessness is on sale these days. Thanks to marketing.