I think it’s a fair tale to tell
There was a well,
Not too well.
What was in it was,
A hard thing to tell.
It shouted back,
If anyone would yell.
At this well
Bid me farewell.
With that pride of his
Up to the swell.
It was a cold winter night
So my tears turned to gel
So still no one could tell
What was in that well.
I am stranded between the two worlds.
by the thread tugging hard at one and,
pushing me to another.
The shift between isn’t easy.
For wandering in too long in either,
will make one lost.
The strife in this real one,
Is too hard to bear.
So I rush with all my power,
to strive for the other.
Which comes as a children’s dream.
And I fall in the deep slumber,
on a lullabies tune.
My dreams are alive in this one
for I dream in another.
As who knows mine also,
would have been smothered like the others.
Something I wrote when I had recently studied about Goodman’s grue.
The girl with blue hair,
And quite a lovely stare.
Makes me wonder,
If she’s true?
Or some philosophy like Goodman’s grue.
(Pic Courtesy- Google)
I wrote this piece while I was watching ‘The Walking Dead”, It made me wonder whether the humanity, emotions and other abstract things in us remain or not, after we pass over to the other side. Do we still remain attached or we wander off to an unknown land.
In the valley of death, we walk alone,
there is no known or no unknown.
I wonder if we feel what we were,
Or we are just some new being.
What’s out there is completely unseen.
We are happy or sad,
or a creature full of hungry angst.
Do colors remain?
Red, blue , green,
what if it’s a vacuum?
With no sound and nothing to be seen.
Do we remember our beloved?
or the one with whom we used to play in mud.
Those childish feuds,
those adult abuse,
Do we leave it all behind?
What happens to us is still a mystery
No trace of it could be found even in our history?
And still we wait on the threshold,
To hug the unknown devil;
with comprised unknown perils.
Those dark canopies of trees
From which sun shine on me.
Touching me gently on different places
This is where I want to be
My heaven in this hell
And the smell of earth and water
From a nearby well
The damp , cold and hot
Become my ecstasy
In these ever changing epiphanies
Everything changes except this.
Its an only living thing that I will miss.
A peek into the history made by our ancestors. A site whose glory has not dimmed a little and still stands magnificent in all its ruins. The last abode of their life, preserving our ancestors’ last journey.
“Let me lay in peace now
Don’t ask what my end was.
And I reached here how.
For I am away,
To heaven’s way.”
My heart and body are both on fire.
The situation seems a bit dire.
I don’t know what will be the conquences
Of these intimidating incidences.
The riddle that is often at my mind
Is making me think on a very Long ride.
So I am just writing this silly poem to pass my ever chaotic time.
Because the peace is a thing I have left behind.
The riddle is good , it just wants time.
So that I can make it mine.