Imagine. Fly.

Isn’t it good to think that you’re flying?
Does it give you a reason to smile?
What else it reminds you are thrilling as well.
Fly the world around. Fly above the sky, you’d grown looking up.

Take it the way you’d wish to breeze around,
‘Fly’ lets your imagination take its wings.
It is the moment you’d love to snatch from the butterflies,
From the dragonflies groping above the grass.

When you’re in love and also when you abstain from it – you fly away your woes.
When you’re happy, you fly along the wind; you fly above the clouds.
You fly with your dreams, your ambitions and your attitude.
You fly desires as well as kite.

When you fly, fix your eyes deep down to earth,
You’d never know who would seize your spot, when you’re not down below.
If you aren’t planning a return, fly your freedom.
You decide. You imagine. You Fly.
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Tagged.

What tag should I remove to live the life I want?
What should I make me understand when I hear a resounding hiss deep inside my heart?
There is a volcanic heat inside me waiting to erupt – to embalm me into the deep soil.
There is fear inside me, which can take me into the darkest of cavern where damnation is celebrated, where blood is being sucked through eyes!

Creepy images rattle my sleep. The dream of discord is propelled from here.
I wake up seeking answers to the morbid feel I’m being pulled into.
The images of sea surfing up, the haunting white castles, the snake-headed-friends, the claustrophobic cells, leaves me stiff and lip-tied inside the stuffy dark room.

“Where to I’m being drifted?” Is the tag I’m wearing carrying me away?
Should I tear it off?
No. There is no life without tags. I swear - rather I bet.
Let your heartbeats die and dreams turn scary; but you hide inside your tags.
“Hey!” You may kiss your tags now!


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Live today.

What sort of life it would be, if you purposefully blow off the light; that is self-illuminating inside you?
Why do you ignore your shadow that is no less than you?
But you should. Hide yourselves!

What are you trying to hide from the grueling gazes; from the street’s darkest corners?
What would you do; to show that, you’re you by not remaining you?
Let them stare into your yesterday’s face. Hide your today.

Smile :)

Live today.
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Talk within.

What would you do if you are scrutinized for each word you utter?
What string should you pull to hear the bell singing the hymn of your soul?
What should you do to awake from yesterdays remains?
What should you behold to inspire your life beyond today?
Think of an answer – Talk within.

For whom should you be the slave, or;
Should you be your master?
In what discourse should you be in to hear the advice of life?
To where should you stride to quench the thirst of your life?
Think of an answer – Hear your heartbeats.

Have you ever talked to you?
Have you ever looked into you?
Open your mind. Observe your senses.
Now, capture what was missing inside you.
Hope. There is still gleam left in your eyes.
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Is my breeze near?

Is my breeze anyway near? I’m waiting.
I’m being basked in the uneasiness; the morning is no blessing.

Inside my room, in my world where gloominess glows;
I sit listening to the tick of my clock.
I’m not sure what it hints me moving around a dial.
Is it what the bygone life or the nearing death?

Silence has almost eaten my voice,
My lips have been knitted.
My head awaits an explosion;
Is the freedom near?

I’d surprise if I deny it once again.
I wish I see no more dissimilarity,
let me lost inside the similarity;
where my identity ends.

I could feel my breeze nearing,
Hope this time I would prove no wrong.
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Who is the rat?

I’m displaced from the matrix, which I least thought would ever explode!
I find hearts competing against hearts. Is it Vulnerable?

“Where do I find my solace?” -

Would it be possible, if I tread atop a mountain?
Would I get it, if I meditate in the woods?
Would I breathe in it, if I gaze into the sky?
Would I ever be able to cage it before I die?

Root of relations is ruined by a pig-sized rat.
The unanswerable question is - “Who is the rat? “

When people decide to hide deep inside themselves,
They become no less than a fat piece of shit!
(Can you hear the piglets squeal?)

The obscure dimensions in one suddenly pop up.
I fall into dismay for no reasons,
I become the exact opposite of me.
I no longer live inside me.

What prevents me from living my life my way?
Am I the rat answerable?
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