PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

Like angels kissing strangers Rising with the moonlight The flowers of your eyes Kiss my soul goodnight Finally the sleep fairy Has blessed me With much request And eyes, teary Won’t wake up soon Won’t give up this chance Don’t be gloom I've acquired a better stance  The scent of your eyes Will keep me strong On the other side As I wander long

Wild wild wild, keeps chanting my mind That is where I belong To be up on the world stage and perform To jump in the air and land on the grass Elated by the life’s concert It’s a constant bass Give me a forest And take back your lawn Lying on the mulch The ants crawl Over my dead mask Wearing it was such a horrendous task Watch me slip Into the madness, you call But Peace it truly is Just once try and recall You have trod this path too! So why are you now appalled? 

Life of a simpleton is often mocked by the society. Society forever inspires us to chase big, dream big, achieve big. More than inspire I would like to use the word ‘brainwash’ I have been brainwashed. All my life at every single moment I simply wanted to be happy and I have miserably failed at just that. What is the definition of big and what is the right thing to achieve? Money? Power? Fame? Solace? Peace? Happiness? Weren’t the first three mentioned in the 7 greatest sins? But being the human I am, I too am haunted by the desire to acquire one of these or may be all. Sometimes I just wish to give up. Give up all the dreams, as I wonder are these really my dreams? Freedom is not meant for everyone. It is an overwhelming sense of actualization and not everyone is capable of handling its true form. But then does that make them the weak? Or just merely the other kind? Why is that people who wish to live a routine life and find happiness in ignorance are looked down upon?

  As soon as they come, they leave. As soon as I open my eyes, they vanish. The Ghosts of my past fight the angels of my future, or that’s the way I see it   Faith they said, had grown weak. So much so that even ten shots of elixir felt meek, or so I believed   Time claimed to know alchemy, I simply bowed to whoever showed, the power to ablaze the darkness in me.   It was a long voyage, horizon seemed like an eternity. The alchemist continued to row and I continued to bow.   ‘Look up’ he said, So, I did, and so I saw. My cheeks felt warm, the breeze felt soft.   As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw his work. Indeed! He did spoke of the truth.                           Watching the bright golden truth, I stood, as it made its way from up above into my room.   Drinking the elixir, I smiled. Watching me, he took pride. Twisted are your ways, I said. ‘Make me proud’ said he and left.