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In Search of the Elusive..

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I see a dream, vibrant  and colourful, unfolding in front,  With vivid wings and pretty plumage  Sitting atop in its camouflage,  in a near perfect  rainbowy  background.  And I slowly and drowsily sleepwalk towards my beacon of light.  A light that blinds my eyes shut, So I could atleast dream in peace. The sleepwalking has turned  into sleep-running, out of need.  I am so near, yet so far.  Maybe even worlds apart.  “How would they taste?” I dream within a dream.  The distance doesn’t detest me.  I strive. I thrive.  And finally, I arrive, in touching distance of my desires.  My arms reach out to embrace it.  And with my first touch, The blinding light goes off absurdly. The shut eyes, wide open now  involuntarily but nevertheless  brimming with excitement.  There in, I stand, stranded,  to my dismay, dismantled, in a momentary lapse of confusion, and waking up to a reality devoid of fantasy, and  queuing  up i

The Humans

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I don’t believe in “Love at first sight” with humans. But its all together a different story with books, for me. Some books, just sit glamorously in their display shelves with their vibrantly bound colors, those eloquently etched titles, those captivating fragrance of the papers and the short and cute previews at their back. And you take them in your arms for it becomes irresistible to walk past it with an indifference. Love at first sight might not be after all a myth with books. “The Humans” by Matt Haig, the book I had been sleeping with for some days now, could be easily termed as a first sight thing. It had been in my shopping cart for a long time and after waiting a long time for the prices to fluctuate, the order was finally placed and so we gained acquaintance.  The concept is simple but futuristic. It can be grouped under those science fiction types but that is definitely not the author’s strong fort and hence he brilliantly stays away from things

Inhibition

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What runs in the back of the human mind has always been a mystery. Right now, a hundred thoughts flash through me. But I don’t pen them all down for you to read. I have my own filters and inhibitions, according to the people and the circumstances, I am engrossed in. Inhibition is a complicated process. Why do we feel inhibited and what factors affect our inhibitions? Lets explore the plethora of possibilities, uninhibited. Inhibition has to be an evolutionary adaptation, we acquired en route to our current confusing stand. Tracing back, the cavemen roamed around freely and naked throughout their lifetime, like animals. Unlike the present day animals, we have changed, in the name of social and cultural conditioning. When I mean, being naked, it necessarily doesn't mean just the body but also the nakedness of the mind or the soul. The social and cultural conditioning of the body brought us an enormous fashionable array of clothes catering to each an every part of our

Hey you..

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Hey you,   You the lonely soul wandering   remorselessly in this wretched place, lost.. Do you think, you will last? Hey you, You the reason behind countless smiles in this world.. When was the last time you carved a smile on you? Hey you,   You the melancholia masked   perfectly under your serene face, What do you get for yourself, by hiding these monsters underneath? Hey you,   You the one trying to run   away from every shadow, When do you think you will reach the end of the world? Hey you,   You the one dreaming   of a non-existential stable fable, How do you propose to wake up from your deep slumber? Hey you,   You the one trying to fill up that void deep inside you, What are you fishing for in shallow waters? Hey you, You the one longing to pour your love out to someone,   Do you think, you deserve  

Desperation

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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

The Mythology of Hope..

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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.