Doodles of the Insane

The drive started quite early, even before the sun was dawning. The moon was visibly pale and poetic. Witnessing them both the sun and the moon simultaneously is neither a rarity nor a beauty. Because they both are not at their best, easily; one is exhausted and the other, lusterless.   I was seeking the mountains by the side, through my windshield. I knew I somehow, belonged there, somewhere. A sense of "hiraeth" caught me unguarded, as the silhouette   of the majestic mountains became barely visible out of the morning mist in the distant realms. It was hard to guess the exact curves where the hills and the clouds kissed each other. Maybe it was a passionate and deep smooch, that they dissolved into each other without boundaries or borders. I finally felt the homecoming, even though I was driving miles away from the home, ironically. Every time I tried to imagine their heights, their core, their beauty in my mind, I felt a strange silence inside my shrine as if

There will come a day,   once in your lifetime,   which you will  reminisce  for the rest of your days. Because precisely at that point, your course takes an U-turn; Traveling through the same mountains, the same rivers, the same woods, all of which were left behind,  seems to be coming towards you; Its a new view of the same things just from the opposite side! Because prejudice will try to choose the best, but there’s no best, Just the convenient truth, You are comfortable with. Its like the intermission of a movie, wherein the villain is just revealed. But in real life, there is none. Only perceptions from different corners, to add enough melodramas and tragedies. Its like the central hub of a book where in every page is bound to by a single bold yet invisible thread. And there are equal number of pages   on either side of it,   wanting to be read. Its like a half-life of a   radioactive isotope, losing   half

I can see through you, for you are so clear; But do I call it a view? Is being clear, pure? You think, I would   fall for your face? I would rather fill my heart with things, far from your surface. Depth is what I crave. Because, there is silence in there. A pinch of mystery, I can brave, for, unknown creatures lurk in the core. So, do I tame your demons? or do I let mine meet thine? Either way, we were lost and used. Now we are found and fused. I would rather drown in your depth   than swim safely in your shallows.

I am a pendulum Oscillating between the Extremes.   The esoteric east and the Wild West.   Caught between the webs of   Altruism and selfishness.   Wobbling between the Indecisiveness of a prey and   the wickedness of the Hunter.   Straying between the   hope of a heaven   and the abyss of a hell.   I stare into the empty space   Ahead of me into the crossroads   Where could I be heading to? The shining promise of horizon   Or the hopeless rut of oblivion? Why is it so hard to choose ? Because, we fear, not to lose..

So tell me How would you choose your pain? Draped in a sterile medium, like once in a lifetime? or Served in an everyday cup of tea, day in and day out? Either way,  your choice will choose to define you in such a way that  pain shall stand in line  to rhyme synonymous with love! So tell me  How would you choose your love?  Loving someone to the point of no return  and miss them miserably, when its due.  or  Loving someone, from your confined walls and never ever have felt its magic. Because love can be a variable. But pain shall be a constant, always, with or without love. So, you think, you evolved? Just because, you survived? This is not the game  you are used to. This does not classify us  into victors and losers. This is not the survival of the fittest. This is the survival of the sufferings!

The Ideal Match I knocked on each and every door, hoping to look into the mirror, But, only late did I realize that, mirrors portray only virtual image. Decisions There are some decisions,  you die to take.   And then, there are some,  you would rather die instead.   The Game Because we don’t wanna suffer again, We probably don’t live  our lives to the full.   Guarding us from the nightmares; Protecting us from the demons;   Restricting us from our abilities;   Suppressing us from our instincts; Preserving us from the hurts;   But who needs preserving ?   Only the dead and the gone!