Tales of the Wanderlust

Tomorrow I should organise my thoughts. One box for the transience and one for all that related to conscience One for her and one for her and one for her! One for it. Infinite such tomorrows have gone by and by all probability go by. Yet tomorrow might be the day; when dark things might stop crawling into my bed sheets when migraines of yore might be washed ashore never to come again. Don’t wake me up rudely, I hate when people startle me And you friendly ghost don’t you dare boo at me. For all who live inside the walls of my room  I have stopped talking to you. Strangers in my dream god bless you, you may go. I run towards sleep the only saviour When the sticky violet hands of the night chase to tear open my heart to reveal the dawn with streaks of blood. Clueless I ask the stranger on the side “Mister, when does the last train to the past leave?’’ I have some unfinished business there.

Convoluted mathematical derivations seem simple before the turns of destiny which is unravelled unrivalled. If we have the magic key that opens every door honey  the challenge is to find the key hole now. Fate does not make you weaker instead it keeps getting smarter. The neural network of the universe is ever updating every move that can possible be conceived by human every thought that is still covered in the mental placenta is a mere variable in the universal equation. If in doubts destiny lets you win, experiments with you and learns skills which will be used against you. Still man lives on, the one who knows this and the one who doesn’t. He runs behind the solution of this equation which the universe has not yet finished and hence he will live on. As yet another night fades into a pale dawn It rekindles lost forsaken hopes. But still we look forward to it. Cheers to life. The most effective narcotic known to mankind yet.......

The mind gets disturbed when everything is calm Yet finds peace in disturbance If peace and transients are two sides of the same coin Where do I go in search of peace and why? Any relationship is an additional bundle And which one is the last to break the camel’s back? We spend our entire lives carrying bundles Is that all I am made for? Oh no baby, do not follow me I am not marriage material. And why do things I run away from Get attracted to me all the more? Thrill of chase leaves both of us tired. When I can’t even practice what I preach What use is any preaching of? If questions and answers are two coins of the same side Should I even look out for the answers of these questions? To hell with the world I am on my way to become an Avadhuta!