Puzzled Dreams

Ever stared out of a window, And wondered what's going on? With the world and it's humans, Cryptic and greedy together. Where you wish to see oceans Of people and their faces All you get to see is, the short sighted Drought of emotions and expressions Evolution has hit us hard Like a rock on our heads Thinking less, panicking high Cuddled with fairies of despair Cryptic with their acoustics Of slow sirens and screams Afraid that the end might come, Yet questioning, "why are thou so far?" They shall give to no one, Lest everyone becomes anyone Clutches becoming tighter, Breaths skipping faster Clouds cluster as black smokes Borders become obsolete You curse the air around With what are we all bound? I sit with my cup of tea, wondering When shall the darkness disappear I sip from my cup of tea, pondering Should it actually clear at all?

They say it's okay The silence, is normal For it doesn't hurt anyone Lest it shall trouble none. The doldrums of time Keep beating itself, as one Never ending rhythm of Deep thoughts and tunes Our friend, the mirror Tells us stories of laughter In the silence, which shadows The storm inside us. We are for ever, by them They are, for themselves In the darkness of loneliness We are all one. The greenery, feels black The sunshine, dims dark The night is our dear friend Yet the darkness, doesn't help If help us, you possibly can't Understand us, you at least shall We live with our silences, in Our own mute wind chimes It's hard, to go by Smiling, yet burning inside Cause no one knows, that you're Living, yet dying inside. -- P.S: An inspiration and dedication to the very recently watched movie - Joker - enacted exceptionally by Joaquin Phoenix, and a marvellous story. More than the comic character, it's a great lot amount on

We all had workspaces/laboratories in schools, where we did our wholehearted experiments (call them beaker breaking incidents). There were ones for chemistry (with all those weird shaped glass vessels), physics (with all those callipers and meters), biology (dissections, eew!). Ah, so much some of us dreaded those days when the time table had them scheduled! For some reason, today I remembered those days. I don't know whether it was a certain flash of visual, which brought back that memory, but it anyway flashed across. We didn't know how much of conviction and concentration we had back in those days, but the times spent in those halls were special. Those days when we were all dressed in our disciplined lab coats, carrying those rough records and fair record books. It was always a pain, to maintain writing those records, but it was funny at the same time. We were all doing the same work, repeating it, to the fair record, and surprisingly, no one complained! Strange things

It's the beginning of another year, and the calendars are up. With new hopes, and new aspirations, we start afresh, to welcome another set of 365 days. Whenever a new year comes round the corner, it's always time for resolutions, and new decisions to make. We always look out for a change in lifestyle, and a different course of action to follow. We look out for new habits to take forward, basically - a new self for us. Let's hope this year also takes forward this way, and brings in new times and courses for us to develop ourselves. Cheers!

The time of the year When the curtain close is near The days have begun counting So you can start a new beginning Stories of the days past Will keep rewinding fast As the dawn of the year arises And a bundle of new hopes rises Odd days of despair, shall Find their wholesome pair For memories shall dwell deep More than what we shall keep. Refresh, for new things await Happiness, we shall bait Turn the pages of the old book Shut them, as we pull the hook Days are metrics of time Just as we count our own dime Emotions are tickets for others Ride, they can, who bothers. But we will persevere Until the darkness is severe Then, we shall light the lamp To emerge ahead as a champ!

As I sit within these walls Those thoughts, the mind recalls Craving for that cosy hand With that familiar blue band The shadows in the moonlight Search for the bright sunlight That once existed, for long Without any inhibitions, forlorn The breeze sings in midnight Though the clock waits for the light With the miles crossing by But the moon floats, as its own alibi The walks sing their ballads Out when they call, the nomads Those who belong to this world Yet, while they lie all curved Along the streets, they speak Of stories which call them a freak Smile along they do with might When others smirk at their sight Forget those who are bemoan Running behinds dreams flown Chasing peaks which are unreachable Carrying loads pretty unbearable A day shall come, long-drawn When the time will dawn Upon them with a light so bright Fight, they shall, with all their might.