once i passed through the prism of me
and got torn into different streams
each cascade a prisoner in me
of thoughts, doubts, emotions and dreams
beyond the surface i opened up
looked at the life in each layer
a reminder of my now
a reminder of why i am here
the moments lived and unlived
the faces i remember and forget
the songs that remind me of us
of hope, laughter, tears and regrets
each me in me a prism and a prison
a pious sinner
rock and roll & a meditating soul
a dreamer & a kisser
a loud chant against oppression
a silence for those that want answers
a naive romantic & dancer
“i don’t know” which is why i want to know
my soul needs thoughts and words to grow
i’d rather keep running and not show
quote the raven,”nevermore.”
all the preachers are a facade
all believers are actually closeted atheists.
all success stories are written on the meat of dead bodies using ink from their blood
we are the real evil in this world
that is beyond redemption and beyond control
we will never be whole
love is the answer but we fear rejection
we crave attention so we can get faux affection
then why do we knock on wrong doors?
who knows for whom the bell tolls.
so i pack my bag and go on.
i am the wanderer of delight
i am the child in my soul.
too few a days on earth to show remorse
i ride away on my trusted horse.
each wish accepted and all prayers resigned
do not even think that you understand my mind
i pierce your soul, cause i get the truth/lies in your eyes.
each reason behind your deceit, each insecurity, each flaw.
but i don’t act on my understanding, for i would rather celebrate your life.
each good word from your mouth, each moment you smile.
for everyone’s flaws are not a thing apart from mine
just like their goodness is also me
hence, i play alone through out the night, and dance under the oak tree.
forgetting with each sip, all the old memories.
and making new ones; that are just mine and free.
मंच 