Serendipitous Musings

Archive for July, 2014

People come. People go. Everyone plays a role. Some are a blessing. Some teach you a lesson. Some matter. Some don’t. Some stop mattering anymore. Some become integral part of life. Some are there. Some are not. Some stay. Some walk away. Some connect. Some drift apart.
Indifference takes over. Feelings are lost in between. You feel disconnected . Realisation hits hard. Things go mechanical, monotonous. You move ahead with the regular routine of life. Waiting for the day when you forget your own self in this daily drill of life.

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Escape.

Escape the reality.
Escape the dreams.
Create new world.
Destroy old one.
Move On.
Or just sit and think
eyes blink
living’s hard
dying is easy
It’s easy to escape
than to face
Destruction of old world is tedious
Destruction of self is ……
You were not born by choice
neither you’ll die by choice.
Death, a medium of escape
so is reading,
so is writing
so is dancing
so is art
so is poetry
so is music
still in death there’s peace
here there are thoughts playing
landing up back to square one.
You try to escape
you fail
you’ve got to face it
you’ve got to accept it
even if you don’t want to
still you have to.
That’s life.
On your quest
to create a tread
you’re bound by invisible threads.
Invincible it is
not impossible
just a state of confusion
a little indecisiveness
a little impulsiveness
a bit messed up
a bit fucked up
infamous battle of head vs heart
with whom should I part??
I look forward to a fresh start.

Untitled #6

I want to speak. I don’t speak.
I don’t want to speak. I speak.
I fight. I do not fight.
I pray. I don’t believe.
I believe. I don’t pray.
I love. I don’t want to love.
I hate. I don’t hate. I love.
I exist. I do not exist.
I read. I do not get.
I get. I don’t accept.
I accept. I don’t really accept.
I dream. I don’t get practical.
I get practical. I stop dreaming. I do not stop dreaming.
I want to run away. I still stay.
I stay. I don’t stay. I run. I don’t run.
I laugh. I cry.
I smile. I do not smile.
I wish. I do not wish.
I die. I do not die.
I give in. I do not give up.
I live. I do not live.
I am confused. I am a rebel.

Untitled #5

Mystery is life
or so is it thoughts
There are unsaid questions
that haunt my nerves
Confusion.
clouds building up
I lay submerged deep within
seeking clarity
casting aspersion
causing dispersion
walls close upon me
I see the light
yet I can’t take the flight
I distract myself and smile
Inside lot of things hide.

Shaayeri Part 3

kehne ko toh sirf kuch alphaz hai ye zindagi
kuch khatti mitthi baatein
kuch aankho hi aankho mei ho jaati hain
kuch lafzo mei bayaan ho paati hain
kuch bina kahe mehsoos ki jaati hain
jo phir khaamoshi ban kar reh jaati hain
kehne ko toh sirf kuch alphaz hai ye zindagi…

Emptiness

A feeling or
Thoughtfulness
An emotion
A monotony
Doesn’t last long but long enough to give you a lesson
An experience to learn from.

Laughter

It echoes
It charms
It’s uncontrollable
It’s random happiness
It’s loud. And silent. And on vibration mode.
It’s hehehehe…Hahahaha….
It’s a child’s play
It’s a devilish laugh
It’s notorious
Its blushing
It’s pure simple laughter.