Doodles of the Insane

This time when I knock on my sweet home's door, there would be my lovely Mom welcoming me with her array of my favourite dishes, there would be my Dad with his smile contacting his neatly trimmed mustache, there would be those Gold and the Fighter fishes struggling in that confined glass prison, like ever, meant for our(that's us, human beings) entertainment, there would be my desktop awaiting my eager hands over it, there would be those red bananas, which my Mom would have got from a far away place for the only reason that I simply relished eating them, expecting to be chopped off and eaten, there would be almost everything, it might seem. But there would be a lot missing indeed. My Sister!! Where is she? what happened to her? Oh yeah, she got married! Did I tell you guys about that?? No? okay.. am sorry. My sister got married to a Doctor( Did I tell you that my sister was a doctor too?? No?? Atleast do you guys know that am a doctor?? ok chill..ours is a family doctor!! sorry...

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!!

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.

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

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 ..

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 ..

Reading this might seriously cause some irreversible changes in your brain, if you are vulnerable, like me! The cool breeze blew gently along the coastal highway, on a gloomy evening with the sun about to rise for the other side of the world. The furious red ball was floating just above the cool blue ocean, a little away from the never reachable horizon. Lost in the eternal waves of the waves, the hiss of the breeze escaped into the auditory canals of the passers by. A frail wail floated over the wind,inaudible. As the two wheeler approached near, the cry grew louder and intelligible, though masked by the ever blue roar of the sea. "...its rightly said...its an illusion..hallucination..hmmmm..how would you define Time?? dear.." "Hey..don't make your thoughts contagious!.. right??(chuckles)..anyway, here's your answer..I ain't what you are..So I wouldn't attempt to screw up my brain and wander the streets as insane!!..you know, thats what you are exactly d...