Thoughts linger in the cold emptiness of the jungle of memories,
This illumination is a discourse of a bag of emotions run by the myriad colors of the memories in focus,
Tears fall across the subliminal lines of a smile on the caricature of facial skin,
Mixed emotions, but no regrets!
Pure Nostalgia!

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In the rearview mirror is the silhoutte of hazy clouds of the evening
Lazy hues of red and blue blending the hallucination of calm
Let’s look ahead instead ….. the storm has been waiting for long now!

The Platonic Dream

I look into the eyes of the character and shake the hand,

with the gratitude of a beggar being bestowed with a dollar,

and the wisdom of a wolf with the prey in sight,

My love for this world is platonic!

It is devoid of the pleasures of the body,

It is devoid of the monetary lure,

It is saturated with the thought of knowledge,

Knowing the present!

I like now to be existential,

I like now to be skeptical,

I will be dead before I know everything!

I am alive gathering the pieces,

Of life which exists because we do,

Of death being the Renewal,

Of a meaning being the need of the hour,

Of a truth which is as absolute as it is relative,

Of a claim that makes them the rulers!

Of a dream that makes me a poet,

Of a clue that will lead to freedom!

The sign of the philosopher king!

The platonic president, the utopian prime minister and the quixotic master!

They all exist, in my dreams!

 

“Meanwhile, this conversation never happened –

Socrates: I want to ask you – what is freedom?

Plato: Being reborn in this century, I think I need to be more updated with current affairs to answer this question

Socrates: But how do you know the knowledge being provided is true and correct?

Plato – By being Platonic!”

Dilchasp

Kuch dilchasp si rooh hai unki

Baat karte hain to labon se inqilaab jhalakta hai

Pehnaave se sufiyaana rubaab jhalakta hai

Andaaz se Ishq-e-haqiqi aur tabiyat se rohaana shabaab jhalakta hai

Ankhon se dil ka hisaab kitaab jhalakta hai

Harkaton se junoon-e-khaas aur barkaton se ehem kirdaar jhalakta hai

Laut jayenge hum vapas is manzar se

Aisa ab mushil-e-halaat lagta hai

The brewery of a fragile mind!

The long nights don’t pass themselves

The misery does not ring the doorbell

The opportunity always asks for my self respect

The appreciation is a give and take concept

The liking is all about being something else

The responsibility is a count of my pulse

 

The time is only the observer

Winner is the real loser

The history just repeats itself

The society just deceits itself

God of small things just got assassinated

By the C.E.O of mature social administration

As he got himself designated

You are only a pawn on the board

You are stuck with a big baggage on the road

You might just make it big

But big is what they want you to be

Power is what you think you can just see

I am nothing but a shred of evolution

Soul is in the search of revolution

Understand where you might just end

Hope is just around that weird bend

Taking stuff in your hands

Makes you responsible for those lands

Trust is not what they think they do

The big people get beaten right around the bush

So sit back and watch the action

Coz u don’t want to risk the reaction

Entertain them as that is what you do

Or they might just bring down the curtains on you!

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Fragile

The old school quixotic buffoon!

The light at the end of the tunnel is scary,

The darkness is an ally, rather his best friend!

He does though, wants to fly like a bird over a prairie,

He likes his freedom of thought, scarred but chuffed!

He likes his life negotiated and fought from society snubs!

He likes to walk drunk with the devil’s first of kin,

He likes to lie down on the sage of thorns,

He likes to be his own meager kingpin!

But what does he love? He is unaware!

He is mentally disable, brain in a wheelchair!

May be he loves being the average quixotic rebel!

Unfortunately inheriting the mature ideal citizen’s sickle cell!

He carries a baggage of fresh idealistic contemplation,

This does not provide for his family’s expectation!

He knows it is going to be like this till the end!

But he thinks Ideology is real, He would like to defend!

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