Shooting for the moon

Its been a long time that I have seen stars in the sky,

This thick grey cloud clogging up the city nighttime,

Hiding so cruelly all the precious diamonds in the sky.

Or is it that the cloud is in our minds, fogging brains?

Of materialism, of egos, of cunning, of always wanting more.

A disease permeates our generation—shooting for the moon.

And shoot some people who stand in your way too.

Where friendship is obsolete, its all professional here.

Black coats, black trousers and blacker hearts.

Its been a long time since I saw the sun set over the Ganges

But I still see corpses floating down everyday.

Only this time, its not just decomposed dead bodies.

It is the stench of decaying decadent souls.

Colonial Foolishness

Swirling smoke comes whooshing out.

Writhing and squirming, away it floats.

Beautiful clouds mist the sky.

Clouding the way as the train comes screaming by.

Awakened from their lazy slumber, the birds fly...

We begin a slow journey towards a sleepy town.

Warm in a sleepy blanket of white it sleeps, cares unknown.

Figures of people silhouetted against the smoky white.

Hundreds of stories fading into beautiful light.

A new day creeps up, lives change.

Darkness flies, mysterious minds remain.

A few fools like me trying a brush with heritage.

As if money can buy, the days gone by.

When ladies with beautiful hats,

And men with coat-tails like the ears of cats,

Travelled with dreams, with stars in their eyes.

As twinkling as the stars that lot the blade hilly night skies.

Settle down to a land unknown,Sipping tea in a cozy town.

We fools now search for those dreams.

Having lost our own little stories.

We just grasp at what doesn’t belong to us.

Not even realizing that by stretching out,

we cant grab dreams in our hands.

Just like we can’t grab a butterfly in its flight.

Or touch a rainbow's colorful bands.

PS:-Inspired by my recent sojourn to the hills of eastern India...especially the toy train ride from Darjiling to the small town of Ghoom(so named by Tagore).

Entwined

The little waif checks her image in the mirror a little nervously

She starts walking up the rickety stairs slowly, softly, surreptitiously!

As the wooden floor creaks underneath her light weight,high heels.

She rings the door bell, and so sets into motion fortune's wheels.

The long awaited moment has come at last,when she shall be freed.

A nice little bargain she had struck with the man who had the greed.

The greed for flesh and lust for love entwined.

With no wedding vows nor promises of undying love.

He kissed her lips for he hadn't had enough,then made love.

Gnawing at her slim wrists with a slimmer blade.

Joyous Blood oozed out as turbulent Life began to fade.

She had dreamt of dreams in an unseen heaven,

He found in her lovely corpse his secure haven.

And as her breaths started slowly fading away.

She gave him a white rose for peace to light his way.

He dipped it in her red making it more priceless than a ruby.

She kissed his lips a final time and smiled like a white lily.

He closed her eyes and stuck it in his pocket nonchalantly.

[PS: Nothing personal...Just musings on a random evening]

Unreal Reality---Freedom,tht is!!

i wish i cud be in unreal reality
where u n me would be free to make our own history

free from lonely society
free from sinful piety

free to speak our mind
free from being outcasts of any kind

where true happiness lives
where differing people co-exist

where i could be for u and you could be for me

where people say we instead of me

where they stand tall in the hour of need
and face head on evil corruption and greed

i know it is only u who could make this reality true there

Written By Mr.Deja Vu(lol)