Tales of the Wanderlust

Don’t call me a drunkard; I drink to be honest The world kills the candid men; you either lie or die Spirits make us blurt out the harshest of the bitter truths Hence listen, sober fools Often the protagonist and the hero of a tale are different The protagonist is destined to be, but to be a hero is a matter of choice The protagonist shoulders the responsibility because the hero bears the burden The protagonist was because the heroes rose Sadly, the heroes are forgotten as the legends are propagated No one knows which is inherent and which you absorbed over the years Tales are a grotesque mixture of innocence and vile astuteness They now spread rigor mortis slowly into inspiration Should I fight or should I love the death of the spirit The answer glows as the warmth spreads Leave the coils and be a free soul eternally And hence I drink and strive to peel off the layers to reveal the reality Don’t call me drunkard; I d...

It is overcast but it would never rain like the trepidation will go unspoken Pieces of broken glass stick together like in one of those unbreakable glasses I grind my teeth and try to scatter them but come back with bruised fingers Its always about others.... or for them, themselves The best words are never said, they are the worst too I walked miles only to discover that it was a circular path Living in desolation would at least keep me grounded The last drop to fill the cup shall never fall Don't even bother what difference does nudity make when no one is around!

I wake up, besides you Bleary eyed, to the smell of distant freshness Sunshine and drops of honey Sticky, viscous The hangover of happiness Rain washed away the dirty smudges Outside the eternal battle of cutlery Hot, breakfast Amma, can I have the cake and eat it too? Mom said yes!! Thunder and lightning Change of scene Oh no not again. It’s a dream And my heart touches the diaphragm.

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.

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!

The Deafening sound of silence Subtle and humble, The disturbing noise of thoughts Overlapping Growing exponentially. Microcosm and Macrocosm And everlasting entanglement in it. Vagaries of life And life in those variations. Schizophrenic plot to plunder my soul. When these chains break When these stains evaporate When these waves subside Only one thing emerges True, eternal Clear concise I Me Myself Nirvana……

Steps to rapture Enlightening candle, Enchanting glow Passion hot enough that it smokes! Elevating to cloud nine Doritos, thanks to Panda Oh yes, Tang, thanks to Sharma. Mood lifting melodies Hearty laughter Dude club Appy says "Oh Fuck! Tomorrow is IOD exam" Happiness..............

The white knight said to his heart throb: “I am thinking that, If ever dreams & energy had a shape, I would perceive them and use them to be better man. If only dreams were reality and all the reality a dream and if ever those dreams came true, I would never come back in reality. If ever imagination has a limit and could become reality, I would go back in time and live my childhood again to live every moment as if it was my last and to Carpe Diem. If ever love had sense and was always understood And there was a scale to measure love then I would tell how I feel about you.” I can’t help but think, he continued: “How much more can be achieved, if ever there was a limit to desires and we could reach it from within. If only sky was the limit & the only borders across countries, If only we were so clever to keep others happy forever and ensure that there were no tears only smiles all around. If we realised life does not shrink as we grow. If only the world was a simple place and pe...