Are my thoughts oscillating within the boundaries of the hallucinogenic realm? Guess they are, because I can picture them being much similar to the rock elm, These thoughts being spread out in an ornate fashion while defying logic, Causing a dilemma in my mind and questioning myself - whether it’s chronologic? Well, I admit that this does cause a stir of hilarious uproars in my speech, You would see me bragging a lot about ideologies which I rarely preach, But it’s cool, because I am in a happy state of mind, And all these illusions bring a sense of calmness to the chaotic kind.
For me happiness is the calmness of the sea, Or listening to the buzzing of a bee, The insects making noise at night, Resting on the beach with the sunset in sight, Feeding a hungry dog by the road Or finding a critical bug in a code, Finding a good place to sleep when I am high, Clearing the finishing line of a race after letting out a long sigh, Getting the bite of a chicken after hours of craving, Seeing my bank balance after two years of saving, Having a cigarette by the window pane late in the night, Peace offering through ice cream after a heated fight, Finding a shade on a sunny afternoon, Or just stare at flying colorful balloons, Meeting old friends after a long time, Projecting the shine of a golden dime, Getting a place to sit on a crowded train, Or a childish attempt to outrun a plane, The smell of earth when it first rains, Finding solution to a math problem after hours of racking my brains, Reuniting with known ones after getting...
Yes, I witnessed a death today. I could see the soul escaping the fragile human body, While it lay there trembling against the final fear of life, The mind had gone into a complete shutdown, The breath was trying to hold tight in the final meltdown, No, there was definately no peace in this final moments, While the blood and brain had escaped its godly home and lay naked on the road, Yes, I was shocked beyond repair, While trying to comprehend the fragileness of our life, How in a matter of seconds can our luck snap, And the final moments of life are amongst the selfish souls, Who are just trying to figure out a virtual mock of our suffering, And still caught up in a decision to either save or let die in vain.
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