Apprehension
Saturday, July 13, 2019
A silhouette I saw in the horizon amidst the willow trees leaving behind the concrete, it seemed to walk towards salvation. The slumped gait seemed to straighten with every step he took as if he was leaving behind all the mournings, all the dares, all the worldly notions. I couldn't take my eyes off him; the alteration was beguiling. I could sense the shift in his mood, the liberation of thoughts though he was miles away and getting farther and farther by the second. A few moments later, he sprouted a pair of wings and flew away.
Bewildered me, stared at the empty spot, and wondered...Was it my imagination? Or did everything actually happen? I ran down the slope, reached as far as I could; He seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Upon returning, I searched for my wings."If he had one, I must have it too." It took me years to realize I have had one. It had been clipped immediately after my birth with the scissors of societal norms. And though at times, I blamed my circle, It had been me who hadn't let it grow back. It was me who hadn't been able to follow the man despite the pull of freedom. It had been me who caged myself within the concrete thoughts and held back. It had been me all the while.
Bewildered me, stared at the empty spot, and wondered...Was it my imagination? Or did everything actually happen? I ran down the slope, reached as far as I could; He seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Upon returning, I searched for my wings."If he had one, I must have it too." It took me years to realize I have had one. It had been clipped immediately after my birth with the scissors of societal norms. And though at times, I blamed my circle, It had been me who hadn't let it grow back. It was me who hadn't been able to follow the man despite the pull of freedom. It had been me who caged myself within the concrete thoughts and held back. It had been me all the while.
Escape
And once again I escaped into the blackhole
In search of the light which I presumed was at the other end
I embarked upon a journey of time, of space
On the journey to the infinity, I met thousand suns,
Yet the greater truth, THE GREAT remained unknown.
Unrevealed under scrutiny, unexplored under fantasy
Under untamed belief of salvation and atoned sins of ecstasy.
As I neared the galaxy and as it shined anew
It revealed few instances of my encounters with few
Hidden dreams, shooting thoughts, that gravity of time
I thought "Is this truly me? Were it truly mine? "
A lightening bolt of reality shook me through the core
And once again yeah again I escaped into the black hole.
©srijaprasita 30.05.2019 23.01
In search of the light which I presumed was at the other end
I embarked upon a journey of time, of space
On the journey to the infinity, I met thousand suns,
Yet the greater truth, THE GREAT remained unknown.
Unrevealed under scrutiny, unexplored under fantasy
Under untamed belief of salvation and atoned sins of ecstasy.
As I neared the galaxy and as it shined anew
It revealed few instances of my encounters with few
Hidden dreams, shooting thoughts, that gravity of time
I thought "Is this truly me? Were it truly mine? "
A lightening bolt of reality shook me through the core
And once again yeah again I escaped into the black hole.
©srijaprasita 30.05.2019 23.01
An awakened soul
He is an enigma, An unexplored book of thousand thoughts with untamed guffaws behind multiple silences.
A struggling existence of emergence
with an undivided tolerance and an avid perserverance.
He is an ocean with millions of unidentified islands scattered within the tides.
A treasure perhaps, which is yet to be uncovered and claimed. An ocean like his given name.
He is undiluted amidst the corrupted speculations and logic. An unsullied foundation despite meager endowments,
An uncorrupted gemstone stud in the tarnished world. His wings, yet to unfurl.
He is an unawakened soul struggling with resistance
in need of guidance and unwavering acceptance.
A struggling existence of emergence
with an undivided tolerance and an avid perserverance.
He is an ocean with millions of unidentified islands scattered within the tides.
A treasure perhaps, which is yet to be uncovered and claimed. An ocean like his given name.
He is undiluted amidst the corrupted speculations and logic. An unsullied foundation despite meager endowments,
An uncorrupted gemstone stud in the tarnished world. His wings, yet to unfurl.
He is an unawakened soul struggling with resistance
in need of guidance and unwavering acceptance.
Untold
I had a feeling that I should write of fledgling love,
of those unsaid expectations, unrevealed dreams, undeclared possession, and unraveled patience.
The sleepless night for a single call, the timeless wait for a single smile, the shameless dependency, and selfless empathy.
The reiterating fantasies, the escalating ecstasy, the mounting melancholy upon a single quarrel and the barrage of sorries afterward.
The frequent stalking of the profile, the frequent re-reading of the chat history, the frequent conversation about the concerned, the frequent smiles in fantasies.
However, as I took a pen and thought of writing I could not come up with words and like every other stories, it was left untold.
of those unsaid expectations, unrevealed dreams, undeclared possession, and unraveled patience.
The sleepless night for a single call, the timeless wait for a single smile, the shameless dependency, and selfless empathy.
The reiterating fantasies, the escalating ecstasy, the mounting melancholy upon a single quarrel and the barrage of sorries afterward.
The frequent stalking of the profile, the frequent re-reading of the chat history, the frequent conversation about the concerned, the frequent smiles in fantasies.
However, as I took a pen and thought of writing I could not come up with words and like every other stories, it was left untold.
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