Identity Crisis!!

Identity Crisis!!
I have no Identity
I belong here , I belong there,
But I belong nowhere.
My heart wanders every where,
Only to find that nobody would care.
Homeless I feel, having my heart on wheel,
Figuring out my way through these pricky coral reeves.
Id swim it all and have it up my sleeve,
For Home is where heart is,
I have none for I had lost the second one.
With No Identity life is a long run .
I belong here , I belong there,
But I belong nowhere.

Dream boy!

Dream boy!
As the morning light snuck into my window and creeped onto my sleepy face,
I vaguely heard his deep voice in the background noise.Stay! He claimed.
Let’s make life a dreamland worth living for !! He exclaimed .
I didn’t want to wake up ever!
I wanted to live in the dream and end it never.
Oh that voice that captures the beat in my heart like an art .
His smile like a magic wand that would always win over mine with all demand .
His touch owned every inch of mine with full command.
His hug the warmest , like I have been trodden to the Everest ,
Only to get my chin rest over his chest.
I feel the rush in my blood that broke like a flood,
With a fright of being lost in his ethereal eyes .
His love like the sweetest lullaby for his weary headed baby .
I wanted to fly out of my dream into reality sporting all his love ,
On my shoulders like the new birds wings .
Before I could fly away to my dreams, Unfortunately the dawn broke in.
Like the sunset lasts into the night, the beautiful dream lasted into the daylight .
Wait . Was that a dream? Never did it seem.
I want to scream and get back to that stream .
Home I felt as long as my eyes didn’t see the tiny beam .
Oh Boy ! Did sunshine bring darkness to me out of the mainstream? 😦

Gerascophobic heart!

Gerascophobic heart!

Hearty letter to the mind which always denies the line
That we never actually grow up,
But In the public we just put a show up.

Dear Mind Would you mind?
If I went to the fields to play with the dragon flies,
If I made paper boats only to set them on an endless race,
If I screamed to the top of my voice,
That I want to take home with me all the butterflies.

Would you really mind If I fell and hurt my elbows,
While I wish to run across these amethyst meadows,
And left food with a winky note at the rabbit burrows.
Did I really get that big From being a notorious twig,
To dreading the fact that I am growing into an old gig.

Through out the day I sit and ponder
If growing up is any big wonder.
I wonder why being stupid now is a big blunder
At the age of tender It was such a cute splendor.

To the sky where there is no bias of gender
With the blanket of stars I want to surrender .
Leaving behind the brat in me who does not want to mold,
My heart I never want to hold.

Meanwhile Brain knocks the backdoor of the heart.
Moron! You are such a misfit into the wordily slot.
All the heart did was being a tiny tot.

Social Butterfly

Social Butterfly

I am just another victimized papillon of this season called technology, I am a paralyzed social butterfly that cannot fly! What gives me a high is just a recognition in the whole worldly play. I want to be the protagonist, I want to be the unique one, and I want to win over every one! What am I?

You want to know my ply? My heart flies at the age of ten plus five and then life on my face gives me the hardest high five. Every broken bit of me I gather while my conscience is standing there looking at me with that victorious sly. Did I not warn you that this was coming by? Oh yes! Now go behave like life has been tapping that annoying rhythm on your back until you cry! Cry and then to be a rebel you try.

Yet again as I reckon that I am a butterfly, the like’s, the tweets, the shares, those hearts and hooting on a social platform is all that – on I rely. So I buckle up my shoes and pack up my bags and run to a place to find peace within and escape from reality. To all my virtual friends, I am now the most happening one. Holding an Imaginary trophy with my head under the crown for now I have something to advertise on. A Trophy for being another scapegoat in the world of copious robots.

But in Solitude to myself I will never lie. I run so far only to find that no matter how much I run, I can’t run away from me myself and I. How and why does the whole thing called recluse bring peace to my head. My head that’s always drawn towards this strange pull that I truly love. I love it yes, but not always why? Nah I am no introvert, neither an extrovert. But I do not justify the qualities of an ambivert either!

And so here I have transitioned to a travelling soldier, a creepy blogger and a crumpled up loser but socially I am a follower of the trend that takes my whole generation by a tornado. That’s what our lives are all about, sounds real sad but when was the last time we had a soulful conversation about the minute things that define life grotesquely ? The smell of mushy mud, the pesky pimple in your private part and the wildest fantasies in your wicked world of dreams? I do not remember when I last played with patterns of my shadows under the lambent moonlight during this whole marathon.

Still doesn’t sound better to me than those you tube views, the pompous posts and the syndrome of selfies. I only get high with a top rank in the worldly play. I want to be the protagonist, I want to be the unique one, and I want to win over every one! Who am I? A social butterfly.

The freak-peak

The freak-peak

Here I come ready to frame the first adventure of my life. It is the first trek that I have done and words can’t suffice the gush of my feelings that want to convey I did achieve something that is not easy. I made it to the top. The top of Kalavantin Durg. Prabalgad

I must say it was more like a thrilling hunt to quench the insane thirst of pure oxygen up above on the top. Irony being we the human lot who suffocate in the self-inflicted polluted civilization, wanting to get back to the uncivilized, unexplored and pristine place finding life on these demonic mountains that are untarnished and never leashed by the sprawl of our very own urbanist buildings. The cameras, the internet check in’s, all in all the wired generation which I am a part of, rightly answered my quest for the irony that I was referring to. Wondering if most of us where drifting towards the destiny simply for the sake of spending some quality time close to nature or not I start the ultimate journey.

It was time to brace myself for what was coming. To my anxiety I wore my shoes in reverse! Face palm! I did and the crime I committed was already captured in the wireless remote that controls most of our lives. The actual job of trekking now begins along these friendly rock ribbed green paths that do the tad bit of advising if you give ear to them. Fast forwarding the scenes to reach the spot, we end up at this beautiful landscape surrounded by nothing but just mountains. These mountains that look huge seemed to me like possessed beings awaiting without a blink since ages sitting right there to eat us all up. Yes I was in, In to surrender all my sins to this hulk like looking principal to the school called earth :D. We reached to the flat top of a mountain that we called as base camp.

Soon after we were rejuvenated by the superabundant energy at this little plateau, we head towards the perplexing part that gives you an acute pain down the last spine of your chord when you look at those silky fluky curves. With hopes of possible fortune each of us crawl like the army of ants up for a task. Once on the top of the pinnacle it seemed like all the difficulties and complains each of us had, had with life seemed to disappear into nowhere up there. I must say I was thrilled to death. Stunned at this Seventh heavens beauty that lifted all the sorrows away I Stood there while the twilight zone heard the awe from my dumbfounded silence.

As the stars guided us back we descended to the base camp to cuddle with the clouds in the lap of nature. “Blissful” is just not enough to describe the time we all had at this place, we camped there, had local food, made fire the wired generation way but we did collect the sticks the nomadic style. Talking right under the stars, pointing out to the constellations, having the time of our lives we fell asleep in our tents that quivered due to the freezing cold breezes. And Voila! What did we wake up to? The blanket of clouds that we were flying on. It was always one of my wildest fantasies to touch the clouds with my hands and feel them. But I see the huge demons pampered me much and there I was with my feet above the clouds. Dismayed that the beautiful adventure ends within the blink of an eye we get back to civilization again.

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Atop on the mountains,
Away from the life mundane,
I find myself at peace and sane.
For once Troubled waters in life disdained,
Sorrows of heart shunned by a speeding train,
Silence of these mountains within me I contain.
Crestfallen that Forever here I cannot remain,
Reminiscing those dancing clouds rain,
Each time a hallucinated smile on my face retained.