A MYSTERIOUS LOVER

She lay on her shrivelled bed
Her thoughts hung inside,
Oh! the warmth of darkness
Isn't that a joy of life!
Yet uncovered, yet unrelished, yet mysterious
As the cape he dons.

Like an aimless shooting star
She flew, trying to
Look for meanings
In old and new.

Hands up high were
Guiding the lights of wit
In a creation where, her
Womb held lives yet
To come, grace and conquer.

And be hailed as the Kings and Queens
Of this dark, dark moonlight!

BIZARRE

I am not a natural beginner. No, not even while socialising do I take the initiative to give a, if seemingly false, warm HI. Thus reflected in my writings.

So as I stare through the template before me, rubbing an already dissipated moisturiser into my sweaty hands [!] I sit wondering about a grafitti of things. How weird it is, is upto you to decide..
Slavery, hypocrisy, Colin Firth as H.G.Wells in a sci-fi drama, dishonesty, the stigma of pretension, the volume of my father's snores from the other room, sweaty hands. Ok, the list is endless.

There is nothing faster than the human mind. And nothing more absurd. And the very fact that it could be revealed from the way I began this post to how I am continuing it now without a direction and to where I might be taking this to [ something which I myself am unaware about ] is quite disturbing, yet engaging if you are in the mood to introspect on its meanders and decide to write on it, of course!

So I sat and wondered. And wondered. And wondered.

And my brain proved to be yet another unfaithful partner. When I needed her, she goes in for white-blank meditation. Or am I really meditating. Then why do I hear my neighbours talk. Or why do I think about the sudden cease of my father's snores. Or why have I been unlucky enough to think that I have been unlucky in life.. ?? A long night drive? A cold milk shake?

I am too young to give people matter of justification as to why our brains behave like wild-child(s). Perhaps it is pure curiosity, perhaps pure idleness, sometimes purer dejection of the way life has turned out to be for us individually, thereby resorting to fantasies and the rest of it all except our lives, of course. But I do know that as long as the theory humans have evolved from monkeys stand on, all of us shall have our neuronal networks on fire unceasing!

{ If you think this article was supposed to make any sense, then you, my friend, are intelligent! }

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I look out on a cold, cold morning
At a sky layered with clouds
Like cream being folded unto cream
In a sweet dish of cupcakes.

I smell the sweet, sweet winds
From a place unknown
Does it carry a whisper from a friend
A prayer from a stranger
Or a child?s dream
For me, an unknown..

I see the land
As parched as the peoples eyes
Dried of happiness, drained of tears
Pulled by years.

Yet waiting for the rains
These ruthless clouds had promised,
Is white the color of purity,
Or a color to mask the loss of dignity?
In an uncouth place of pleasures
Where take only remains
And given back is Nothing.

In this once blessed land
Of seas and deserts and Sun,
Where God thought He'd build his home
I see now a void amidst
The horizon and
Where the beanstalk is said to end.

DELILAH'S DREAM

In the land of God
There was nothing to see and get surprised,
For below was the grey, passionate sea
...And the waves with their mighty calls.

And above was a blinding light
And in nothing in between.

And among the land of clouds
Whispers seered into her

"Fear not..
To jump from the window of time
chained with comfort
Into the sea of nether-ness
I am here to catch you Delilah
Over and above the swallowing emptiness
You grasp the life of that moment
Until you last, forever Delilah"
And then you call that
HEAVEN