Shorelines..

We are shorelines,
Lost between the sea and the land,
Building castles of our future,
with our past that is like the abundant sand.

Let's talk about you and me,
Similar but for just one difference,
We are shorelines,just opposite each other,
Seperated by a sea of silence.

Or did we choose to be what we are?
Maybe at one time,we weren't as far away,
Probably love can still bridge us,
but this silence drowns everything we say.

Each moment,this sea will erode us a bit more,
and the space between us would grow,
That sometime you'll end up being beyond my vision,
is something I realised a while ago.

So let the waves of time carry and bury,
everything that we shared in the depths of this sea,
And as I look at two parallel lines,
I smile as I am reminded of you and me.

Cause' even though it is only at infinity,
parallel lines end up meeting too,
And if you promise on trying to get there,
I'll be there somehow,waiting for you.


Last serious one for some time to come!

The Perfect World..

I am not a visionary,neither am I blessed with any extra sensory perception.Yet,I see things differently,a way which might offend you.

The Sun is Yellow to You,it isn't to me;Snow is White to You,it isn't to me.

They say I hallucinate;well,what is a hallucination?It is defined as perception of something despite the absence of stimuli.I have a question,when there is no light,you perceive darkness;is that a hallucination?When there is no sound,you feel the silence,is that a hallucination too?Or for that matter,the happiness or sadness you sometimes feel for no apparent reason,would you be comfortable,if I called that,a hallucination?

Yes,I stand in minority.I doubt if any of you would concur with my view of reality.To me reality,is what I can and wish to see and isn't it better that way?To me,nothing seems hideous,the flowers are always in bloom,people are always smiling.

I always believed that a person ends up seeing more than he needs to in life and that is the cause of all his misery,well,I am free of that curse!

When I told all this to people initially,I knew they shook their head in disbelief thinking,"Probably he has lost his mind in the accident",some probably laughed too,a couple were humane enough to touch my arm with sympathy,like I was somebody on a deathbed.

And even now,I know you don't believe me but it's fine,really,I mean it,for I might too sometimes find it hard to believe what someone has to tell me.

"Get up!It's time for you to take your evening walk,take your walking stick"."And there is nobody sitting around you,so stop talking to yourselves,you are blind not crazy!".

I do suffer these breaks in my reality,you know,how I hate them!Even though I am blind,I know,the world is only what you make of it,nothing more,nothing less.Fortunately,for me it's much easier to construct my perfect world,all I have to do is close my eyes and escape this wretched darkness.

Hitch-Hiker

The sun refused to rise,
Fearing that it would drown,
in the darkness that envelopes me,
behind,besides,beyond,all around.

Mocked by happiness each day,
Estranged for long from satisfaction,
My smiles reek of cynicism and contempt,
My only acquaintances unanswered questions.

Even raindrops bruise me,
Silence pierces my ears,
Abandoned by all I cared for,
Surrounded by my fears.

I drive on the Highway of Hopelessness,
& my failures like milestones gleam,
I try evading the potholes of reality,
trying to save my fragile dreams.

There she stood in the dust and heat,
trying to hitch-hike a ride,
& despite Loneliness already being my companion,
I made a stop at her side.

She looked battered and broken,
with tattered clothes her body adorned,
And yet her eyes were full of dreams,
and on her lips there was a song.

She hopped in without a word,
Like a lost friend from times gone,
She made me smile when I was unhappy,
& when tired,she took to driving me on.

Then one day we made it out,
Leaving behind that forsaken land,
I asked her for her name & she said it was Hope,
& then I always travelled with her,she holding my hand.