Doodles of the Insane

So my dear blogmates, I return to where I belong actually. Its been a year, since I abandoned this place for an apparently dusted white coat. Yup my final year is over finally after being exhausted with never ending  theory exams and more worser practicals. So with just the results sparing, I guess you can call me a DOCTOR from now on. Hmmm I think its enough for a brief note regarding the Re-entry into the blogosphere. So let me begin my publishing some of my scribbles penned during the last year.

A Stony thought

A stone ,

fell into a pool,

radiating circles of energy,

around the point of impact;

And it ceases to flourish,

further.

A thought,

waved into a mind,

inflicting a quantum of emotions,

around the soul of impact;

And it ceases to live,

further.

The Ideal Match

I knocked on each and every door,

Hoping to look into the mirror.

But only then I realized quite lately,

that mirrors portray only virtual reality!!

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Only I saw that the moon,
lying somewhere over the space,
was lying something,
at least to me.

Only I saw that the moon,
with its surface embossed
with occult craters,
was gloomy & morose.

Only I saw that the moon,
illuminated by the fiery sun,
was missing its soul
and its tender mate.

Only I saw that the moon,
obscured by thick
melancholy clouds,
was perspiring in its eyes.

Yet I saw through it,
a rare beauty,
in being a solitary soul,
unearthed.

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Am not dead yet..
Just buried alive..
I'll come back..

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Untraceable,
between the capricious extremes of mood,
among the fluctuating variations of life,
Something,that I call precious, lives..

Lost,
in the mystifying mazes of time,
on the universal path to Death,
Something, that I call precious, lurks..

Living,
with the omnipresent confusions of the heart,
in the delirious illusions of the mind,
Something, that I call precious, slowly dies..

Something that means
nothing to you &
everything to me..

It is something,
that I can't explain,
& you can't understand..

Its my Soul..

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The eternal love for silence only
aggravates the questions of the others..
The questions that never reap answers,
& the answers that never trigger the solutions..

And the hunt goes on for a
prey that never existed..

The prey, I pray for..
The prey, I pray to..
The prey, I stare into,
inside my own reflections..

The race between the two titans,
of the wicked mind & the mighty heart..
one would be sold a slave to the other..
& I would be indebted to the thorns forever,
for I let my mind assassinate the heart!!

It seems I am flawed again, as usual..
Trying to grasp the enigmatic human nature,
all I gained was a little heaviness atop..
& all I lost was my soul for rent!!

Simply.. i Don't Exist..

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