In darkness I see

In darkness I see..

'Cause my eyes are closed

from seeing the virtual.

Lights blinden me,

clouding my thoughts with things figmental.

It shows me people, it shows me structures,

It show me trees, it shows me birds.

But yet I know not who they are.

The structures I use, knowing not why..

Where trees become mere structure,

the common thread of life going oblivion.

And birds are like passing clouds ,

meant to fly and just fly.

For our rooms are dark and streets are lighted.

We see what is shown and are blind to what we are.

When the outside is dark, I try seeing with the feeble light inside.

And its scary in there so I stick to the 'window',

to see the known and escape the uncharted.

I search for its source.

Its there everywhere yet perplexing to find.

Where is it from?

Am I the musk deer,

looking for the light when it comes from within..

Or am I the weary traveler

who has yet to travel,

a long long way before he reaches the source.

But I am restless as I have no place to rest.

For I feel safe in light outside even if I have to run..

Thus search is what I must do, to get my elusive rest...

The Forest

Writing some arbit stuff based on my mood.. don't try to make sense out of it :\

The smoky forest stood there as ever so wet and gloomy

Coexisting with the endless tranquil river with its meandering ways

Some trees so tall and some frail, needing support, stood there as nothing ever changed

The lull so chilling and the silence so grieving

Towered by mountains all around were they

Sometimes it snowed and sometimes it rained

But they still stood there impasse

Did they ever talk or are they maimed forever..?

Are they not scared of the emptiness surrounding?

Voices is all that I strained to hear

Nights were even more eerie

Was the place haunted?

But they never seemed to complain..

Maybe they were content for they were at least together

For at least the river flowed by their side never failing to water them

For at least the sun shone on them, embracing their leaves with warmth

They seemed to say "we are similarly unique so together"

The same water seeps through our body and the same wind touches us all

Maybe that is how they talk..

For words are not the only means to communicate

An eternal bliss they seemed to enjoy quite oblivious to the world outside

To the wood cutter who would brutally cut them to fill his needs

Maybe this is why the mountain existed

Protected them from invaders and not to forget brought them the rain..

The life of the forest thus ran deep unoblivious to the world outside

But fitting everything together like a jigsaw

Each complimenting the other, creating a small world of their own.

Utopia

My eyes looks and looks into the limits of the horizon, fathoming the empty lands all around. I see a variety of trees .. some flowering and some with fruits.I enjoy the flowers from a distance for they are to be admired and admired and just that. The fruits I am scared to eat for I don't know what it will do to me as I don't know them for sure..I go back to my safety haven, the big banyan tree, where I take rest when the sun is too harsh. I start walking again. I try to pick small flowers on the way but ouch! have got pricked many a times so I am way to careful now.I see many people around ..but Alas! Why cant they hear me ? Is my voice too soft or is there no medium through which sound waves can travel.. Nonetheless faint voices keep coming to me from somewhere or the other.I still move on and on, singing some tune to myself at times or simply look around exploring places. When suddenly some sweet fragrance catches my imagination, I block them fast for I know that it might be from the carnivorous pitcher plant. A moment of pleasure can result in a prolonged pain. Control your senses rather then them controlling you. Cynical, I guess ... But thats the only defense I know! I feel exhausted of the long tiring journey and I want to sleep for a while. But how can I take a peaceful nap in an unknown place I am not sure of..so i keep moving till I can locate some familiarity and security. Moreover, the vice called 'greed' also takes over me at times which pushes me to find something still better. But thats not the only reason of why I am still moving... I am moving because of the hope that someday even I will find my 'Utopia'.

Ignorance is bliss

The wind blew over my face as I stood looking at the dwarfed structures everywhere. Moving lights, curvious roads, people going people coming. As my hairs meshed up on my face I was not sure which thought I was going through. There was anger, sorrow, excitement and sorrow again. Why can't I just fill my lungs with this cool wind and take a dive. Why aren't answers as simple as questions? Why can't things be as simple as they look? The deep emptiness resurfaced in me , my thoughts provoking me towards newer challenges. Certain things are beyond reasoning, explanations and of course, control. Stones melt and water freeze...I had no choice but to melt under forces unknown..but what now? Where do I store myself in? Did I melt too quickly before I had found a way to avoid flowing away? When actions defy common sense and is beyond any reasoning or logic how do you counter them? I could see a seamless view containing an array of varied objects. The most complicated of all creations on earth-man! Man spent time , resources and what not to create those vehicles, cars, bikes , the tall buildings, the tall and majestic communication towers etc. But his inside is still elusive to him. Falls as a weak being when it comes to those unknown forces originating within him. I took a step forward and Whoa! I was at the edge, the heights dizzying... but an experience inexplicable.Everything so simple and obvious but yet so complex. All answers right there but yet to be picked like an epiphany.I took a deep breath and in a short while was back to my defensive, preserving self. They truly say "Ignorance is Bliss".