Fool’s Creation

He is a fool!

An indolent laughing stock for others.

His mad thoughts,

Unwitting mind,

Strange look,

Disorderly behavior,

Idle character,

And….?

And…!

The ability to show inconclusive,

Abrupt stupidity for no reason;

Every inert situation

Keeps him alone among others.

They always say, he is abnormal!

He can’t become a brave human being,

At least a morally good soul.

If they can accept his madness,

Why do they hate his heart to heart outputs?

Feelings and emotions can break any rules,

But why can’t they break their foolish judgement about him?

Never say you’re one among them!

It’ll definitely break one’s heart,

Who has creations which can truly inspire the world.

Wait for his turn;

Don’t spend your time for him though.

I really don’t know,

Who is actually a fool?

Who is normal and abnormal here?

If the world needs him,

And he deserves the world,

No one except he can stop him!!

Statue

Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;

With eyes and ears closed,

Bow in its sinuous mood,

Make scratches on your true heart,

And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.

If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,

This is the right time for you to raise your voices.

Raise your voices!

Alas! Raise your voices.

Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;

You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.

No one is going to stop you;

Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,

Even if  that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.

In fact! This is your life.

Indeed! This is your life,

Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.

Reality: Part 2

PS: This is the continuation of a short story series and those who haven’t read the 1st part can check it out here. 🙂

I continued walking through a battered rocky path, which I found out on my flightless way after committing that brutal crime. I sensed the melodious beautiful rhythms singing by a smashing snipe sitting on one of the branches of a cut out pine tree. Her cheery voice spreads all around the misty atmosphere and I stand over there silently hearing it for a while.

Soumyaji! You are such an iridescent soul who could superlatively express every emotion and feelings in our lives with your heartfelt and impalpable creations”

I heard this from a zestful listener, a young, cheerful, elegant and lovely gal, right in front of her, who was actually sitting behind the other branch of pine tree and hidden for me because of the extra large width of wood though.

“Hahaha! It’s my pleasure to have a keen listener like you here and spend your valuable time in hearing me, Naima.”

“Of course! It’s all about the substantive connection between an insurgent singer and a tasteful listener, Naima.”, a 3rd female voice from the back.

Wow! It’s a ‘winged’ squirrel. 😀

“Alright, Matrone! I wish you are also enjoying every bit of her amateurish thoughts.”, Naima said to that comical structured fellow.

 “We are too much blessed and lucky to have a pied fount like you in our small world, Soumya.”, another female sweet voice of 22-25 years old who has almost of similar attitude of Naima and sitting next to her.

“You people made my day so special, Jensy!”, she replied back to that young gal from whom she has got the explicit compliment.

The contrast which I saw in this wonderful dream land is,

“There is a connection existing between every living thing over here and they can communicate each other with the common well advised language which we people used to prefer in the real world.”

“Am I in a fairy tale similar to ‘Alice in Wonderland’ or ‘Hobbit’?”, I spoke to myself after hearing all this. A most harsh fact that struck my mind was ‘I’m fully nude, but all these people were very well dressed’. If this wasn’t the condition, I could even ask them at least where I’m or what’s going on here. Hence I try to understand my peculiar condition and disgust for not finding any men like me and waited there for them to leave away from that very implicit spot.

Suddenly, the alliteration of a sound similar to the boot steps of a sturdy looking horse reflected on my ears! All these girls flew away when this highfalutin image echoed on them. I kept my ears close to a broken wood besides and found that the cracking sound is following me. Yes! It has been coming closer to me… Much closer… Too close to the woods…….

*to be continued….!

Anticipation


When I met her for the first time,

She was just a stranger for me.

We were unable to talk,

Or have a keen sight towards each other in that instant.

Her agile beauty finally attracts me like a magnet,

Keeps me in her dreams as a hornet,

Not like an attacker,

But like a refreshing soul mate.

The days and years passed in the wings of time flow.

I propose her with an enlightening hope.

My heart breaks and withers under her intricate reply,

Longing back to the day when she realizes it.

Advent of 2013

An apprehensive year of gestures has passed

Faltering strange incidents smiled at my days

Independent hoarse ruptures kicked the sacred path

I’m not a spiritless fellow with relieved dreams

When the hasty cinder burned me alive

I escaped from it through unsuited ways

But the dignity as an honor of immortality

Profundity of unrelieved thoughts keeps me still animated.

Finally, the year in which I suffered at most is going to end.  I wish that the New Year coming ahead will keep me alive to chase the congruent yens I had missed during this year. Thank you so much for considering my little ‘Insights in your daily reads. I’m so much glad to own a glittering space like this over here. Happy New Year to you all, Folks. May all your dreams come through via this year. Have a good time there. God bless. Cheers.\m/ 🙂

Thanks,
Rahul