Here and There: Three

With or without the morning rays, every single day he rises from his somnolence with a penchant for a dream; the dream to change the world.

And every calendar day, the world changes him bit by bit. Both never let go of each other. Finally, on a quaint dusk, he decides that he should change himself. There are breaks and jolts at every drop of tranquil thought in the process. Life sets a rendezvous for him with the choice; a choice between sanity and insanity.

Sanity will throw him in the current. He will drift and he will be merry… may be. He will adapt- or so many others in the current may believe. Insanity will keep alive his illusion of molding the world….

By random chances, I meet HIM everyday at every turn of the alley.

Random Moods: Part Two

In a circle there sat some figures facing each other
The circle felt it was a square - closed, and of a rigid cast
The figures spoke with their mouths and never with the eyes
So many sounds, but none of them echoed.
The decibels grew higher…till words became noise
Meanings turned redundant
Nods and agreement a facade
And slowly then, they started wearing their invisible masks of indifference.
They trampled the anthill that they had erected in some lost past
Thoughts did somersaults
Opinions grew around just like weed....


The ‘I’s and ‘We’s got intertwined
And so did altruism and capitalism.
And some slogans were heard ….
None could tell if they were pleas for love or war cries
Narcissus' reflection blurred….
No benchmarks for perfection were yearned for ....


There was a thud!
Love lost and so did hatred…
The senses were slain
History repeated! History won!
Now, everything was numb.

(Shade of this mood: opinionated)