Skip to main content

A Dying Butterfly...


What has come upon? Have I brought this on me… Should I call it fate…? Is this something that which they say destiny…?

I don’t know for myself… that which they are calling as life… has become harder than a rock… that which we called fun seems worth none…

Why such self-pity… why such self-hatred… why stepping on the right stone… that mentality... it can’t be honed…

Everything around… some of all those things which were once desired… yet walking unconscious in the name of subconscious…

Illusions are formed, confusions are grown… yet the cloud of sanity does not pour the clarity… and life is pricking thrones with all the vanity…

What hurts is the inability with all this mobility unaware of how and where to stop… but trying to hold those spokes of life… the harder they strike…   

We are holding something of the past… nothing at last… sitting among the debris of hopes, expectation and desire... my dreams seem so vast… everything turning unexpectedly so fast…

Still there is a hope… holding on to the visions of what I want to be… by a fragile rope… tied to my heart… is to sustain this life through art…  

Why have such dark clouds hovering above my head? Why are they poring such negativity… where actions and thoughts are of infinity… these lightless days seems like eternity…

It’s not that I don’t try to get up… the past is the thick muck which makes everything slippery… my own thoughts feel to me such tricky…

To each one good action there are dozens of bad followed… to one good thought dozen of bad linger… A moment I am aware of me… and my action and then even to me I am a stranger within a fraction…

Among all this stupidity I am on the verge of losing my own dignity… and lying awake yet conscious with lack of vitality…

What to do now? Whom to ask? There are hundreds around babbling advice which is not even their voices… but none understand what I say… because none of them listen… they have lost their conscience in the name of go with the flow… they have flown so ahead that even they don’t know…   

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Real Idol...

Among the darkest of the night, a land of one country will be brightest among other on the earth… no trace of moon… even this night belongs to the decedent of the sun… The lights, sweet, the songs, the music, the dance and the crackers are not for the lord, they are not even for a king, rather they are for a man… A man that of a character and a man of his words… From everything happens for a reason and that reason which we never see what to talk about learning from it… To understand this reason, we first have to understand what is the problem? The problem is God, the reaction, response and prejudice or the individual definition that we hold for this word… The moment we hear it, either we close our eyes and join our hands… or we are being scared of being roasted in the hell… or we want a ticket to heaven… but have we ever thought of what actually the meaning of God is… We travel so and so kilometers… to go to a temple… with flower, sweets and whatever we think can make our w...
1 comment
Read more

To My Valantine....

  If I could love you again, I would surely love you right… holding you tight after each fight…. Loosing you have made me realize that to my sky you were the only light… I am doing fine… learning, trying to walk along the straight line… I wish I could go back in the time and to make you wait and to make you mine… I could play my every single dime… I still remember the day when I first saw you… bright like the morning sunshine… our eyes locked, and everything was lost… at least even for that one moment it felt that you were mine… The days have melted into weeks and the weeks evaporated and formed the clouds of years… all what I hold is the same fear… we are not together as such… will we ever be “us.” No, not someone of your hue… not even someone like you… but even today in my every prayer I only ask for you… Not the one who finds me sweet… not the one who finds me cute. Not the one for whom I am good looking. Not the one who are only there for hooking up… but the one with ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Who Killed An Actress...?

“Have a seat, the manager will be joining you in a minute.” A well trained, beautifully groomed, yet perfectly fake HR told her. The word manager, had accelerated her heartbeat… it felt more like “a Murderer.” She entered the conference room… it was as chill as the meat section of a supermarket… The manager came near the door, carrying a laptop computer in one hand and a holding his mobile phone in the other hand talking to someone. Her hands left the trace of sweat on the lemon green table. Pushing the glass door with his hips, the manager entered the room. She skipped her breath till the time he settled down… “Ten years I have been working in this company and four years as a manager never in my life I have come across an employee like you…” the manager said. “I feel shame for you” she thought. She was looking at her fingers while the manager kept on talking. The ring which her mother had asked her to wear… why? Because some pandit said “isse kaam mai man lagaege.” How her...
Post a Comment
Read more