fragments of my mind
walking down the road…
slowly, assured…… confident… I think..
anonymous pursuits of visions unknown….
travelling to the edge of eternity….
caught in this blinding haze…
the hallucinations return……
slow, vicious predators…
stalking slowly, assuredly.. confident.. i think…
the journey unfolds… goes on..
they pass by….
“mister…. I’d like to-”
cold…. hard… I strike a match…
spark, flicker, falter, die out….
a brief moment of brillance…
“fifteen minutes…. thats all I ask…”
shunned, silenced….humbled…
desperately seeking a way.. an outlet…
is there anybody out there?
silence..
the lull before the storm…
i tell myself to hide in anticipation..
the moment has arrived… confident…. I think…
“speak…”
the words lodged on my throat…
“carpe diem!”….
or so I thought….
I seize..
“I need to tell you a story….
.. of a young man’s dream…
spark, flicker, falter… die out”
he dared to look beyond.. to dream…
futility of desire….
are we ever meant to be happy..is that really an ultimate..?
an abstract notion… of what we seek…
or is it the faded picture of what we once dreamt…
is there anybody out there….?
I just want you to know…
to know..
could i trust you to..?
you.. never could..
I pick up the fragments… put them in here….
the dark place…. they will never see the light of day…
it escapes me…..unreason….
surreality… chaos…
there is such simplicity to these….
I have crossed the divide…. or was there any at all..
lost my mind.. and with it.. its boundaries…
I can finally see…
a perspective… never before… experience flight…. luminousity…
the flash before death…
I laugh.. i am here…
here are the fragments of my mind…
yello there… i never know how to comment on poetry, or if the author even wants comments at all. nevertheless, here goes. sounds like the “pursuit” of happiness… and one who finds it to be a wild goose chase of expectations, desires and shortfalls… and steps out of the race track… to what? …madness? though personally i think there are other ways one can go from there.
@rahul: true. it also depends on how one looks at madeness. is it the loss of all your bearings on ‘reality’….or the ‘realisation’ of the futility of the wild goose chase….while the whole world may go call a ‘madman’ mad…..while they go about on their wild goose chase…after their expectations etc…..while the ‘madman’ jus opted out of the ‘madding crowd’…..sees the whole world differently….
I have crossed the divide…. or was there any at all..
lost my mind.. and with it.. its boundaries…
I can finally see…
a perspective… never before… experience flight…. luminousity…
the flash before death…
I laugh.. I am here…
……its all a matter of perspective…..madness or sanity…maybe madness is a way to go from there…..
n oh yeah…..totally cool with the comments on poetry thing…..i agree it is a deeply personal thing….but also…that each poem speaks differently to every person……each to his own….
Its crazy how everyone these days (I guess it has something to do with getting closer to 25… yuck) is talking about dreams unfulfilled… lack of freedom… lack of trust… the willingness to do what they love instead of being stuck here etc… Hmmmm…. we are quite stuck. Aren’t we?
such realisation is only half the battle won, whether we choose to remain stuck is the other half. This is where most people falter, thinking they have no choice, and that life is a struggle, and enjoyment becomes the exception rather than the norm. But isn’t it all the outcome of the choices WE make?…and isn’t it always possible for us to choose otherwise?…choose to do what we love….instead of remaining ’stuck’.
…though what is it you really want, in the end? would you chase a dream, fighting to do what you love, trying to leave your mark upon the world, and thereby taking up a constant struggle against the tide? or would you take life easy, let it wash over you, smell the roses where you stand, find contentment in the little pleasures, and say “what need have i for more? this is what i have and i am happy”?
but my question is why is doing what we love always associated with an uphill struggle?…why do we think that it has to be a constant struggle against fate, or society, or anything for that matter?….if we can change this fundamental notion….and look at it in the diametrically opposite way, saying that if we find what we love to do, then we are automatically good at it, since we love doing it…..then life isn’t a struggle anymore….its a joyride….with you always in control….instead of the other way around!…..i think its just a matter of perspective that the human race as a collective has completely lost…..
surely the only thing stopping you from doing whatever you love to do all the time is the necessity to earn your bread and butter at the end of the day? and what you want to do and what the economy would pay you for are not in general the same thing… being good at what you love to do is easy, it’s the being good enough to get paid for it that’s hard. we all want to be playwrights and directors and actors, but most of us have to earn our keep by setting up the stage and operating the lights.