Cherishing Fantasies

So it seems, does it not,
that for each and every dream
there are countless nightmares
ready to invade cherished reality
but still we cling onto that rare
glimpse of light in the face
of an overwhelming darkness!
   

I wonder why, when even reason speaks against
such fancy dreams on both the odds and history,
we keep on cherishing our fantasies!
  

Perhaps, I have heard a saying, don’t know if it’s true,
those that think they can are the ones that mostly do!

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Hiatus

How long can I keep postponing the reality
of my senses, social standing and hunger?
How long can I keep fighting a war, lost already,
despite winning a handful of fights here and there?
   

It has been almost twelve months now I’m living on my dreams,
audacious for one from the third world middling class,
fatally foolish, I know, some would rightly say!
Perhaps my poor genes did not mutate properly,
for I know countless men and women too, who are
happy to live a rat’s life to its full extent,
living underground in fear and never too keen
to tie the bell, despite being cruelly victimized,
racing and multiplying like a fierce plague on earth,
to wipe out the planet from the face of the universe!
   

Well I can vent for all I want and call them any names
but perhaps that will only make my sin as grave as Cain’s,
for tonight a dreamer after dreaming his last,
will have to seek his way back to that despised world of rats
and only when he has nothing more to gain or has lost it all
will he return to his dreams with profuse apologies for the hiatus!

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Liquid Light

Tell me, my heart, where I was! I recall,
falling free the other night through a rabbit hole
into the mist of liquid light beneath,
brighter than life but muter too than Death!
    

At first I had my eyes closed for a while
without conscious thoughts, out of fear perhaps
but once the light pierced my closed eyes and soul,
it calmed me and soon had them opened wide.
   

As the liquid lake of light engulfed me
and my feet came to rest on its marble bed,
it was a grand sight unlike anything
I had ever seen in life until then –
I found myself in a vast and wide hall
where the air had been transformed into light
and I was breathing it in and out, though
both remained evenly hueless and bright!
   

Then my skin grew transparent, I could see
the liquid light flowing free in my veins
and arteries and oh, the ecstasy
of enlightenment driving me insane!
   

When it was over and I resurfaced,
I asked myself the same thing yet again,
was it real or just happened in my head
but my question met silence, all the same.
   

So I have turned to thee, o my humble heart
in this dire need to know, greet me not with blank eyes,
tell me why I have stopped living in the real world
and begun dwelling in that world of dreamful lights!

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An Introspection

Has the light begun to twinkle already?
Has the long day waned enough for the night
to descend with its frosty wings on me
and make darkness the quintessence of life?
    

Sailing through the furrows in chasms and groans
at the mercy of the wind on my sail,
just where do I float wish I could have known,
nothing stirred my senses but the fierce gale!
    

O but this ship is full of mutiny,
the head of its crew opposing the heart
just like the illusion of reality
opposes the genuine dreams of a bard!
   

Still if I can sail past the last isle known to men,
trace the trail of breadcrumbs in the words that I penned!

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Ego, Superego and Libido

One by one I have killed them all –
my ego, superego and
my libido as well.
Now this emptiness that I feel
within myself and all around,
guess, perhaps that is me…

First I set my eyes on ego
and killing it was easy too,
all I had to do was,
discard everything I learned
about the reality and soon
there was no trace of it…

Then it was superego’s turn
to die and I knew it lived on
what I was taught during
my early adolescent years
and the culture, internalized,
so I scrapped them clean too…

Then it was me and libido,
the most ancient part of myself
face to face, I to kill
and the latter one to survive
my ruthless slaughter for being scorned,
deceived and abandoned…

I had thought killing it would be
even easier than the first two
but the resilient brute
became the toughest of the lot
though in the end it could never
survive the rancor of a human mind…

Now with all my parts dissolved, I am free
with this emptiness, which is, perhaps, the real me!