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Human in a box

And I saw them flying carefree

Aligned as a gorgeous V formation

In a sky with streaks of the prettiest peach

With trees lined up like cheerleaders

But I was sitting inside comfortably

With my favourite people

Listening to my favourite music

Did they spot me?

But I’m impossible to spot inside my box

Maybe in my next life

I will be free

And the prettiest skies mixed with all shades of pink and blue

Decorated intricately with clouds will be my home

It’s also true that I feel peace

A peace that was so hard to find

And I want this to last

I love the colours here

It would have been great to grab a paint brush

And paint this moment to last forever

But alas I am a helpless human

Restricted with constraints of time and location

Can’t it be more like a dream

Where I paint hazily and suddenly there is an art gallery in my house

Then I invite only my favourite people

To see artworks that remind me of them

And we wine and dine and forget about the square boxes

That remind me of being a mere human

Restricted by the constraints of time and space

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A Novice

A Pantoum

Along these consciously unconscious movies
As reality blurs between rationale and feelings soar high
Sometimes I swim through like a novice
Knowing all too well, I was born to fly

As reality blurs between rationale and feelings soar high
I wander in the ocean depths looking for a muse
Knowing all too well, I was born to fly
I contemplate the difference between two blues

I wander in the ocean depths looking for a muse
Just going with the flow or avoiding the tides
I contemplate the difference between two blues
Anticipating the moment this storm subsides

Just going with the flow or avoiding the tides
Sometimes I swim through like a novice
Anticipating the moment this storm subsides
Along these consciously unconscious movies

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Daydreams

“Write when the happiness strikes.” I have more than often used this line to describe my inspiration to write. I don’t know why but writing just humbles me down when I am brimming with overflowing emotions. Like it is the storehouse for all the excess things I am feeling and can’t handle. I am always thankful that I discovered this channel to release so much pressure I unnecessarily build upon myself. Maybe it is the pressure that expectations create when happiness strikes the door. Expectations to be even happier in the future. Or expectations that things will change for the better only. And I am the biggest daydreamer I have ever known. Maybe my circle is just too small. But I just need one word to build a whole cobweb of stories around it. You all must have guessed by all that talk about how I want to be when I grow old. I even daydream about old age. Sometimes there is too much rush in my head. Writing things down helps to somehow arrange that clutter. I haven’t realized any of my daydreams till now. Not completely. I don’t know if all the things that go around in my head will come true one day or not. But I hope I keep on dreaming about happier moments only.

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