I kept ignoring the mistakes, I have been committing, Knowing it is not right, Perhaps, I believed, Deep down in my heart I hoped The mistakes to prove me right- It Sounds absurd, Right But yeah, that's what I wish.
What I found was that All my hopes And dreams laying shattered Hidden away from the reality Wearing an invisibility cloak. I was terrified For I caught myself spinning and Weaving a web of altered truths.
I was trying to find the lost, The lost dignity Once abandoned and never dared to Looked back upon. All those forgotten feelings and memories. That lies buried Buried deep inside, My heart Then the heart of my heart Before cremated forever.
Halfway past into November I am realising Nowadays I am missing out on things Many things are getting overlooked. Seems like me my thoughts are Being held in captive It is present, yet absent Not flowing into words.
So many things are happening Mostly getting ignored, Either people are going away or I am moving away from them, Whatever it is, It is.
What I am doing is nothing but watching. With no false hope to get high. The peace is missing Camouflaged and hiding behind the bushes, Whereas chaos is being offered In a delicious buffet.
These days Backspace is working with More efficaciously than anything Like a real 100% efficient machine As defined in the Physics Book, Read in the high school
I write, I delete Stuck in thoughts Even if the heart feels a ravel rushing a Thousand feelings But nothing settles in between the lines Or in life Just vacuum everywhere. ___________________ Debabrata Tarai
October left, Paving a way for November Taking away leftover tranquillity That stayed all through the month Leaving me perplexed Every moment.
I do not know What is happening? I just cannot explain it. When in these times The lies are in the air, The truth and honesty Comes in waves, Some hit the shore Some just do not And loyalty seems lost Drowned somewhere In-between the ocean.
It is happening. Though it seems good at times I am unsure of it, I do not know how to handle this A dilemma it is
This is something I am not able to understand For October was not like this I was happy, Okay, may not be happy, It was okay at least.
I have always been living A life in between Somewhere it's between Uncertain and certain Buoyant and bleak Maybe with some direction Yet unknown.
In this in between life I have experienced the feelings Weird maybe A weird state it is Not exactly happy, Not exactly sad Somewhere in between them, Not knowing whether to express Or suppress I am just enmeshed.
Sometimes the emotions flow, Through my veins Without any essence I don't know how to explain Sometimes I feel like a hyphen We used to join two words together I feel like I am stuck in between two worlds Just like a hyphen Simply Meaningless.
Sometimes it's just frustrating To be in this state The state of in between, Being like a bridge Connecting two worlds Longing to be on both But belong to none. ______________________
Through the streets of life We all are moving, to the end, which is a dead-end. Nobody takes the same route or lane, We tend to stay for a while at some point visiting some places the places, which we can call life's phase. Something we give, Something we receive We need to live and enjoy every place, while we are moving forward, As no road will lead us back to the point where we started.
The stillness of photographs sometimes speak in volumes that we avoid paying attention to. The race we join the flame we foster marching towards a cacophonous velocity they all speak about stability growth and change . We all panic to have protection from loss in pursuit of cheese cakes we get into the rat race be it in Yoga or Economics. Mental health , domestic violence are the issues on which we arrange open talks discuss politics establish borrowed notions faking high degree intellectual spheres and take pride in our Progressive nature . Thinking selves as brainy mortals we preach practicality that retrospect our inner hypocrisies we adhere to change thrust towards growth that actually needs an obligatory pause to sync into steady navigation like the hanging stillness of photographs capturing the fleeting seconds in a moment and turn it into a constant .