if you were transported back
to a 5 year old you
with your sane intellectual mind
I am pretty sure
you would spend no time
in impressing others
but rather would roll in the mud
for days, draw castles and create
a laughing havoc
if that is the case
then why not unwind yourself
rather than chasing deadlines,
an eye or two might be raised
but more hearts would want
to drown and swim in the tides
you create.
a speck of cosmic dust
or a tiny dot
in the blackened emptiness
full of mystical voids
life has flourished here
even in the savagery and butchery
of flesh,minds and even souls
all in the lands floating in blue
yet we are not terrified
or stupefied of our existence
neither grateful nor pity
for this spectacle
or maybe the light
is at the end of the tunnel
and me walking in opposite
or worse running blind.
they couldn’t create a time machine,
it was way to difficult
for the whole world to travel
ahead of or losing the time.
but some created wonderful art and music
or wrote a book and the barriers of time travel
were shattered long ago unnoticed by anyone.
but when the night sets in,
and you wash the disgust off your face,
the eyes in mirror are just not looking to admire
that pretty face,they ask for dreams once promised
this job is going to save you from everyone
but who is going to save you from yourself?
lying on this table
staring at me
is a monk with a pot belly
maybe he wonders
how is my ride to nirvana going
maybe he wonders
as to why instead of hymming a prayer,
i am on a war with the keyboard
maybe he reads the books I kept there
to trace where me heading
or maybe he was tired of everything around
had a hearty laugh and boom..
there was his nirvana.
I have a stack of wishes
neatly placed next to me
each one is a portal
from this far reality
the stack keeps increasing
and so does my desire
to stay far from reality
it ain’t delusional but.
It’s wise I think
to have a loose grip on reality
too much of it sucks the life out,
too less and you’re off the edge
Dust off your closet
and hack off that trophy wall
pack every one of them
and make them your prisoner
for the remaining life
if you want to be remembered
then start pinning your rejection letters
on the trophy wall of forgotten past,
till you hear every word
while sleeping.
sanity will beg you to fight
and the heart would race against mind
if even thinking about this is too much
then the smooth sea is all yours
you were not the one for untested waters
cause drowning was one of your fears.
Writings to Heaven 