Monday, March 31, 2014

Somewhere in between... What is real and just a dream?

These drops of water, are not for me,
Neither is the cool shade of the lushful trees,
Nor the solitary bench for me to sit,
The sun's warmth in chilly cold,
The food when starving,
The music when dancing,
The shoes when walking,
The thirst from exhausting,
The light, the darkness, the fresh air, the blessing... Nothing belongs to me,
I don't belong to none,
Can't walk, can't stop,
Can't talk, can't see,
Can't hear, can't breathe,
Can't run, can't bleed.

The magic has left the wand,
The sky is void of life,
The ground below shakes,
The water is hostile.

Somewhere in between, is where this life is,
No road ahead, no turning back,
Like the sun it stands, no revolutions, nowhere to go,
No day is day, no day is night,
Every day is the same, every night is day.

What is the meaning of such life?
The answer runs away...
The soul keeps searching, and searching always,
One day it shall have its answers,
One day it will have what it needs,
One day the clock will start ticking,
For better or for worse, it will change,
It won't be a sun any more, it will be a star,
Revolving around the sun, it's life will be different,
Whose life will it transform? I do not know...
What does the future hold? I do not know...
I do not know and I've not been told,
What I've not been told, I do not know,
I do not know...
I do not know.....

Monday, March 24, 2014

The reviled...

Like the air invisible,
Like an animal in hibernation,
Like the fragrance of a paper flower,
Like the non-existing silver lining of a cloud,
Like the elusive mirage in a desert,
Like the beautiful end of a rainbow,
Like the leprechaun's hidden pot of gold,
Like the nightmares that dreamcatchers attract,
Like the luck bestowed by a rabbit's foot,
Like the evil eye warding off demons,
Like the cat with '9 lives',
Like the ominous doppelganger,
Like the mermaids as innocent as life,
Like the Loch Ness monster evading your sight,
Like the mystery of The Devil's Triangle,
Like the belief in other planetary lives,
Like the logic behind voodoo,
Like the lack of colour in water,
Like the mystery of our origin...
I stand here, amidst the lush green estates,
Amidst the purest of air that I cannot breathe,
With not a soul, nor a heart,
A plastic smile sketched on my face,
Eyes not my own, nor are these limbs,
Ears that don't recognise a sound,
And no fragrance I can inhale,
I can't touch and I can't walk,
Stoically I look ahead, repetitive scene everyday,
I have no friend, coz I excel at scares,
No one knows me, none can get close,
I wait here, all day and all night,
Protecting that which I can't have,
No ties with anyone, I stand here freely,
Living in an open field, but caged inside,
None can own me, I can't be sold,
Smiling all the way, through pain and jokes,
But I was born to lead this life,
My creator tells me so,
He fondly calls me a Scarecrow, I am his for life!