Mirage

Life ~ Mirage
~ A wasted illusion right from the start.
~ Hopeless romanticism of a hopeful heart.

Though the former is reality, I choose to live by the latter.

Saturday, October 19, 2024

Eagles Don't Flock and Dragons Don't Cry


Who consoles a bruised Eagle? 

How does a Dragon grieve?

 

Endurance

Integrity

Confidence

Coordination

Trust

Ambition

Aspiration

Strength

 

यूँ तो होगा जोश-ए-जूनून कल फिर
पर ज़िन्दगी के इस अचम्भे पथ पर
आज भरोसा आधा है

होगी नयी एक सुबह कल फिर
पर इन कृत्रिम उजालों के बीच छुपा ये
आज अँधेरा ज़्यादा है 




Monday, August 5, 2024

Panthera Tardus

The way you open up
and are free when drunk
The heavy breaths you take
anxiously, but in control
The notoriety in your smile
with a steady stubbornness
That ambitious streak
Strong, almost cruel
The warmth in your eyes
Deceptive, mysterious
I like knowing you, you.
Sometimes I feel you
passing by, your odour
Or imagine you walking
ahead, just turning in time
to give that sleepy eyed smile
Wishing that in time
we share what
means something to us
Not just the usual, stereotypical,
hollow love, but
Raw, carefree, strong and passionate
Just like the first kiss...

Travelers in Time

A moment
Is all it'll need
To breakfree 
From these shackles
To let this river flow
Release the dams
That bind it
Leash it
Control it

A moment 
Of unfiltered 
Wholesome
Expression
Laying it all out

A tiny flicker of 
Lasting certainty
Among the many,
Fading,
In this stream
Of hundreds, millions
Will be the one
That'll matter
One in infinite
Encompassing
Eternity

That moment
Will be ours
You, me
Enough to last 
A lifetime
Before we part

A pathway
To another realm
a space beyond this world
Transcending the boundaries
Away from this hustle, tick tock
Not biding by the clock

A world
That resonates 
With the soul
Spiritual, emotional, intellectual
Beyond our
Read

A fleeting glance
Of truth
Will that be enough
To make that moment
The one?


Saturday, July 20, 2024

Ignorance was bliss

Writing after a long time. All the confusion, the emotions, the inadequacy. Never knew loneliness had depths beyond comprehension. Heightened by a yearning that is never to be. Just when I was finding my ground, I realise I want to fly. Cannot now. This hollowness, a void that is hard to describe. And so writing I resort to... once again.



The plucked flower,
Fallen
On the soft brown earth,
Drying, dirty, grounded
But beautiful still
In its own way
Just there 
In its own ignorance
Fragrance fading
Wilting, half bloomed
Sometimes basking
In the sun, 
Smelling the damp earth
Happy to be on the side
Content, ignorant
but wishing sometimes
For nothing in particular
Oblivious to 
The life around

And just when
It thought it had
it all together,
It rained.
It saw how other flowers
Unplucked,
blossomed
Glowing, warm, bright
Full of life
In the drizzle
It saw in amazement
In awe
What could have been
If only it could 
Feel the rain again
The way they could
Not superficial water
Washing dirt away
But fulfilling
From within
Rain, gushing through
The veins and stem
Of its being

It realised
what it could mean
To flourish
To live
To grow
To feel
the droplets, the breeze
The earth
The sun
All would have a different 
Meaning
If only...

Now, it just sits there
On the sides
Slowly wilting
Yearning,
Wondering
Confused 
Wandering
Alone

A realisation,
It never seeked 
Or wanted
But
It knows now.
A realisation of
the true meaning of
Being
Incomplete.