When all the masks and facades fade
And all the lies are on the platform
For the world to see and judge
And you’re down on your knees
Begging. In your naked form.
You’re seen now only as you are.
That part of you carefully hidden
Scares me as much as it scares you.
Was the whole tryst worth it
That is the question.
You’re a human being
And human beings are filled with
All the evils imaginable
And do not open that Pandora’s box
Unless you’re prepared for the storm
Don’t promise me as you do
Don’t talk about eternal love
And don’t mention about forever.
You seem to be new to society
And the way humans interact
Not idly did my hair get this gray.
Don’t be so silly, don’t be so thick
That you actually believe in forever
Everything is fickle. Be a chameleon.
Live in the now, the present,
And no past can teach better
Than unkept promises of permanence.
Each one of you
Is some percent void and some percent light
And forever the two poles are at war
Your soul is the general of both armies
And your consciousness is the only buffer.
You are biased, aren’t you?
Some days the void wins.
Some days the light prevails.
Only you can stop the void from consuming your consciousness
Only you can stop the light from bleaching away your mind.
Only you can maintain that crucial equilibrium
Only you can preserve yourself in peace.
Not a hundred bad days can take this from me
This moment of euphoria. Unhindered gaiety.
The kind of laughter that hurts your tummy.
After a while, you don’t even need a reason.
Your mind can make you laugh at anything.
‘Tis a fleeting moment, frozen forever in time
Etched in my memory like a quaint carving
And although so many memories blur and fade
This remains crystal clear, and recurs readily
Filling the daily monotones with hues of respite.
Not a hundred bad days, a million mistakes,
No kind of hurt, and no amount of pain
Can take the beauty of this moment away.
So many layers of smiles, laughter
Laughter that reaches your eyes
And stays there like an imprint
Your very own brand of sarcasm
Ready wit, and non stop puns.
And underneath layers and layers
Is a scared little boy crying.
Who thinks himself worthless
Who would never show his hurt
Unless it is masked as a joke.
So the world will laugh. Only laugh.
Like your life is a joke. It’s not.
It is a cage, within a cage, within a cage.
This imprisonment is multilayered
Each layer is so dramatic. So exhausting.
There was that dream once of being free.
Now it remains an abstract concept.
Everytime there is the feeling of freedom,
The nagging notion of impending doom
Accompanies it like silence before storms.
Maybe when or if these bonds ever break
I will miss the shackles for ol’ times sake.
And I flow like a stream
In imperfect sinusoidal waves
Crashing against you. You’re static.
You’re always there. Reliable.
And I flow, and flow. On and on.
And you’re still there. The same.
You’re an artwork of my dynamics.
You’re all parts that I haven’t eroded.
You’re slowly weathering into dust.
What will I do without you?