The nostalgic insomniac

Walked alone through a crowded street. He was the one who danced to his own beat.  He never really needed music to define how he was feeling But there came a day where nothing seemed appealing Except for a lady who had her hair down  Pretty eyes. Who dressed in an elegant gown.   He wasn't ordinary himself but walked past her like he didn't exist . He was scared of the impression he'd put up. "She wouldn't like you" his mind would insist.  But courageous enough, he worked his charm  To his surprise, his heart remained unharmed.  He thought he was blessed to have found the appropriate woman He finally felt something. Something insane. Something human.  Curiosity inside him wanted to know more about her  But as he learnt everything else went blur He had to realize she was a closed book  Sparkle in her eyes vanished with every look.  He was pretty much scared of where things were heading  He no...

Paradoxical as this might sound,  You lose yourself and let yourself off the ground.  But no matter how grounded you try to be , "you" are nowhere to be found.  Imagine a big box.  When you're in it time stops. No clocks.  There's a world for you to create.  You can skate, slate, mate.  In your hands is your own fate.  One day a wanderer finds the box.  Cold winter. He wore a pair of black socks.  Tired of everything , he wanted to rest.  Where else could he find comfort than the big box itself.  He gave up on reality for this dreamy world.  For days inside his "new home" he twirled and curled.  The thought of going back out to face the world, he blocked.  Fear of catching up with reality kept him locked.   Sooner or later he had to wake up and realize it was a BIG BOX paradox. Inside it, he thought out of the box.  He was a lost wanderer who wanted to be found....

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...