The nostalgic insomniac

I have been on this planet for a while now Humans are weird. It's a World of mad cows. I still don't understand human relations.  This rock is divided apparently into something called as nations. People take pride in petty achievements Their verbal communication is vulgar and indecent.  They are ruled by people with no formal education.  I have seen these wheeled vehicles, driven by them. Boy! Do they lack patience? I sit here on a 'street' waiting for it to rain But it's sunny and my wishes drain  It's funny to see them even make an effort for something quite materialistic  How often do they cry on loss of property than life ,  isn't it fantastic?   This nature of humans intrigues me Their insanity as wide as the sea. They find faults and blame others  Meaningless victories. Why do they even bother ?  Is aggression always the answer for them?  Or is it true that they like the mayhem? Chaos is ...

While I was walking down the road  I met a stranger wearing a black coat. He had a polite smile on his face  "Provocative woman. THE NEXT RAPE CASE ." My mind convinced me of tomorrow's headlines  He had crooked teeth , dark circles and fine lines. Who wouldn't have thought he was going to commit a crime? The societal practises have made it an obvious thought over a period of time. I thought of taking a different route  Dead silence. Suddenly, A well dressed man in a suit. I felt safe because I saw a man wearing acceptable clothes He had a polite smile too. A fake diplomatic one, cleverly  posed.   The suited man had perfect teeth, heavy eyes, an expensive watch and perfectly set hair  The black coat man didn't seem to be impressed by his attire or maybe he didn't care. The suited man tried coming close to me making it seem like a protective gear I could smell his drunken thoughts, suit smeared with beer. ...

I want to travel back in time when there were just Adam and eve. When they didn't worry about their hearts o n their sleeve. The times where there were no fire crackers or smoke because there were no lighters. All anyone tried was to not get eaten by tigers. Rays of sun were the only hope Darkness at night, around the globe   The rivers flowed just fine No electricity no gas line.  Then Here we are trying to reignite Making the lights around us shine bright Letting artificiality lure our fascination  Dimming ourselves while waiting for salvation. These Pretty bright things wipe away the darkness But also brighten up the shadows when the sky seems starless. I couldn't gather myself to think about a world without light. Epiphany.   The world was within me. Finally! An insight. The fascination explains the need for answers The darkness within is what makes us light up the lanterns.   The colours that light up seem mystical  While Ad...

Once i hatched and fell down. No wonder people called me a clown. The branch wasn't strong enough to hold me up and i slipped away. I was a little grey they say. Dispassionate and detached. Hence ,   grey . No one bothered to pick me up because it was all a competition. I lacked the courage as i was the result of their premonition. Surviving this chaos desolately is not a slice of cake. Death of my parents gave me a heart ache. They were hunted. My life, stunted. I was left to fight with the world's harsh harmony when i learned to chirp. Believe me, i was flawless. Envious mates marvelled, though they seemed disturbed. Hypocritical opinions. Resentful looks. I had nothing to prove My fellow tree mates called me rue. Freedom is what I've seen people crave for. Portrayal of diplomacy in a silent war. Their world is just that one tall leafy tree. They never realized that freedom, is free. They've made a branch their en...

I knew a girl who had her head held high up to the world  She lost herself to her insecurities and bid goodbye to her self-esteem. Promises made, expectations raised as twisted as her curly braid   And then they lived in denial of all that they vowed upon Denial, a curse in her eyes kept her awake till dawn. “Together, forever.” Words of the ones who said they’ll never leave Hypocrites left her with wearied eyes, some tissues and her sleeve. Beliefs and trust led her to apathy. The prize she won were her tears of grief. She was called ‘young lady in agony.’ Her face now seemed like an autumn’s dry leaf. She lost hope. Her hopeless eyes were as gloomy as an oil lamp Drenched in her own fears, her clothes were now a little damp She got addicted. Not drugs, not alcohol but a book Carried it around, sniffed it. Did not care about the glances and the looks The look that she wore was of a helpless soul Who tried to cover it all up with dark kohl...

The perfect imperfections of the dawn The sound of a cricket thereupon  He sat on a window sill waiting for it to rain  He rained later on how his efforts were in vain Breathing heavily with the wind in his hair  Faintly aloof from the worlds chaotic affair Wandering through the stars in search of light Wondering at its beauty and trying to reignite  Dead inside. Robotic routine. Blinded by the sight. He was a nostalgic insomniac  Trying to recreate memories of what was lost  He lost himself to the darkness but at what cost? Twinkling stars in the moonlit sky reminded him of rhymes That he had learnt when he wasn't old enough to commit crimes But as he grew older he committed a socially accepted  sin  Stole someones heart but later shadowed away in the dim. Burning inside. Chaotic thoughts. Blinded by the inner voice.  He was a nostalgic insomniac. He forgot his morals along the way  Tryin...

Is it possible to walk again after you pass away ?  Is it possible for the moon to rise on a bright sunny day ? Is it possible for you to grieve about someone you barely know? Is it possible for us to believe in places up above and down below? Answers. That's what everyone is looking for isn't it ? Living every solitary moment with courage and living through it bit by bit . We try to forgive and forget but isn't that at the end of the day what we regret? Life isn't fair they say. Like an oracle they preach who've barely lived a day . When the plane falls even atheists pray. And all those who wander for answers are created by the potter who works with clay. Is it possible for us to change and beautify something our own way? Is it possible for us to smile through a bad day? Is it possible for us to live life that leaves the society with no words to say? Is it possible to walk again after you pass away? Answers. That...

Survival. Existence. Broken bridges.  Is this what life has come down to now?  Victory, Being able to get through it with minimal bruises.  What is the whole point of living this cruelty like a mad cow?  This world is filled with chaos And we've adapted ourselves to accept things with all its flaws. Damaged. Salvaged. Wrecked. Is this how it's supposed to be?  Craving for some space at a faster pace  Trying not to be claustrophobic.  Grinding ourselves to prove to the illusionists That yes, we're worth it. And losing ourselves in this lonely quest  Aren't we all sick? Of all the tits and bits of what's left of our little nest.  Craving to be accepted by the ones who are fighting for their own acceptance.  Does this all make any sense?  The mightier we try to be  The brighter it all seems to be The creation is not the creator's to boast about  It's his work of art that is ac...

3:33 am . She was trying to fight the demons under her  bed. She, Scared of the demons victory over hers wakes up.Sits on a window sill trying to find voices to talk to. 13 floors above the ground in a city that claims it never sleeps. All she wanted was a voice to hold onto and then the cheapest mode of transport came to her rescue. 3:37 am. she heard the horn . 3:41am. she could hear the rails sing along with the birds that whispered their morning prayers. The highways shining bright whilst the Window lights going on and off because of someone trying to quench their thirst. She could see the sea far away but couldn't hear the waves. Someone who might have heard her inner cry for peace made it rain. Trying to make her feel close to the sea. She could hear the leaves dancing and rustling. Streetlight. A defective street light faraway made her believe that life was like that ray of dim light.  Trying hard to shine but never enough to make this city brighter.  T...