Doodles of the Insane

You have walked too far to reach here in a delicate spot. You have waited too long to pounce at the precise moment. You believed in a lie decorated with glistening hope. You relied on your patience a bit too much. But now, the hour glass is empty. It needs to be reversed down. The sand and the time  has to flow and pass, again. Will you still play along  to the tunes and the chorus  of the century old  white-beards and their sweet lies  to make your impasse, gentler? Your heart is brimming with Love. Your mind is stuffed with Hope. Your clothing's beams are stretched, for it cannot contain the inevitable. Your head is exploding  at the rate of a nuclear fusion. Your organs experience an evolving transient mutation. Your myopic eyes can't see the dream you had in your younger mind. You wage a war between chance and choice. You see chaos all around, inside and outside. You are losing the light  clea

What do you see? A fragile silhouette about to collapse. A distant fury of ruffling feathers. A frail cry from the deep blues. A disguised embodiment of bottled emotions. A slideshow of your favorite disgusting memories. A disillusioned future soaked in colorless amber. Do you see anything at all? or   Do you see everything? Try to change your focus. Maybe you will see what lies beneath, or at least, that something lurks underneath. Maybe its dark inside and outside, that you have chosen to be blind, easily. Switch on a light. Strike a match. Do you still see the same? or   Do you choose to see the same? Why choose light,   When you can stay   blind and silent in the dark? Why prefer hope, When you can brood and   rest in peace ? Now, we are on the same page. You see, what I speak of. ‘Move on’, you say; But I have already ran away.