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Escapism

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Nobody is lonely, no matter how much you pretend, this is an unconcealed truth. Under the disguise, we seek for the hour with self, but there are no such things as an ‘Hour with Self’. Every hour that we spend on self, a mastery over escapism that we have acquired over the years. Belonging is scary, it is a turmoil when left unattended. The best way to run away is to acquire the art of escapism. But there is a grim reality of this world, the fight that you fight these days is a lonesome fight. It is gruesome than the greatest wars of the world. The bloodshed of the history were heroic, some fighters were tagged as brave hearts, and they could fight with vigor because everything was at stake, the land, the territory, and the self-worth. There was no loss, if won, you would become a champion, if lost, and you become history. The wars are fought even today on the boundaries of the nation, but somehow they do not seem as heroic as what history has told us about the greatest b
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I over thought…

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I have always been very keen about knowing people and how things change in different periods of life. Being so inquisitive about it, I have spent around 24 years of life, trying to understand what the other 24 years would be? Is that a good thing to do? No...Let me tell you straightway...That’s bad! It’s the worst idea of adventure that you can ever have in your little life. I have seen people around me, they enjoy moments and that is the only way to satisfy the soul at every turning phase of life. There is a rhythm is every second of a day that we pass. Rhythms are meant to settle down our thoughts. Everything meant to come early is a little late in the small life that I have lived so far. I am not so old! I understand that. But I also understand that this is a vast world and the emotions are in a hurry. They touch you before time and build the schema for dealing with those emotions at a later phase of life. But there were few schema that were seriously missing out of my life.
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Broken Bell!

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Google Image What fun it would be to ring the bells and run away to a far away location  and listen ...listen to something that was created by you .Because music coming from a distance location has put me into situations where I see the strings entangled in such a misery or mystery that  it becomes impossible to bring them back in shape but strangled strings are so musical that it feels nice to listen to them. How  can  365 Days of a year create music and misery at the same time ?I have always abstained from  counting days because they don't bring any enthusiasm to the already slipping days with no such reasons to smile or create smiles on others faces.I have also been suppressing my abstract thoughts because they are too gloomy and I don't have reasons to justify that .But now I am counting  days ,maybe that would make me busy and help me understand that days are passing..passing in a strange fashion where I want to say something that I have no mood to speak about o
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Motions and Emotions

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                                                                    Google Image It is a bliss to decipher the voices within the congested locations Ruminants of rampant desires outrightly escape within the minutes of minutes.An underlying escapism works which give rise to still caricatures,each struggling to find a hope in the motionless motions and emotions . How wonderful would it be exchange  laughs for buying all the necessities of life.It is disappointing how a motionless and lifeless thing such as this:                                                            would hover over lives in a major way.The ultimate propaganda it seems; is to buy immobile and motionless desire paying no heed to the motions and emotions.I wonder, if “ If Money Disappeared", the controlled and curbed emotions would find a new way to run all through the dust and dusks our lives.A laugh for a piece of cloth might be enough to work upon! How easily the
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So I was thinking..

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Last time we saw those pavings ,some painful past ,full of agony was hidden somewhere in the heart of each of us.The departure could have been better if we laughed and giggled a bit before leaving .I just wonder, if the house we left could have been a bit lively and didn’t disturb me every now and then in the immaterial sketches of my dream. There lies a grudge. Still somewhere ..of leaving you all alone there ,with the echoes of the family talks which we had! In my dream I realised that there was something alive between the bricks and stones of the house we left behind,and suddenly ,it struck that how easy it was for us to move because we could walk but you were standstill..so still that stillness felt shame for not being able to move! It is sometimes hard to understand why the realisation sweeps the emptiness of an empty day into a day where you could possibly think of everything that you would have otherwise have never thought of.That day I realised that most busy days are the
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With closed eyes

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Who wants to be distracted when distraction are like gloomy pictures of a buried album.A tight slap on the past is all that is needed to drag us out of the dreamy world we have inherited  from our childhood traumas and trysts. Distractions,though not good enough ought to be inculcated ,because that is the life and that's the only reality . With our closed eyes, we face the reality a tight slap from your own hand And a scar built on the castle of caricatures With our bent fingers , We point to the genuineness a scratch on your   own soul .. And a big blow to those hopping desires I sit quietly .. I sit firmly .. With my closed eyes , I tried to experience the reality ... Dumbstruck , I try to erase the moving pictures .. But these closed eyes , they have vividly built a panorama .. That lady with a child on her lap had  pale eyes.I could feel the shivers inside her eyeballs. They   move relentlessly  ,up and
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Loop of life….

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If I turned a wheel for 30 seconds and stared at a dark space, nothing in my mind would go blank or dark .Because, for me, darkness is when everything in mind goes null or void. But, as wheel is already in motion…..why would dark spaces haunt me? The motion of wheel would hover over my mind and darkness might be neglected... Maybe, that’s what life is!                     Dark, in a motion...                     Dark, in a loop…going round and round!! Don’t search for coherency in what I’m writing now; because presently my thoughts are in continuous motion trying to search for consistency and clarity .And by the way, I don’t even want them to come out of my mind in an organized way Because they are busy..  DANCING, GIGGLING, SOBBING AND TRANSFORMING themselves into MEMORY. Here is how I have built a ‘memorabilia.’    There is a beautiful thing about this world  that  there are worlds within world and trust me all those worlds have a story. I too have a short
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