BANALITY

 

I looked through the pores of city lights

Found none but mystery

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

I vexed few lines of charcoal

Pushed them harsh

achieve no grace

Few travel bugs and enthusiasts

Came with songs of reckless praise

to oblique me and bring me sultry

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

Clout of light is concubine of dark

Where dark is a patient riddle

riddles are born on gutters of street

beneath stripped flesh of reality

I longed for a friend in empty crowds

Truthful and viscous essentially

Could only find frames without a shadow

Endangered heart with mucous of banality

Some voices said some eyes unheard

And ‘their’ faces gloom to treachery

 

 

 

ABIDING

 

That silence in her

Pushed a clot of blood in me

Knocking the inner voices

Palpable only to the contrite self.

Rubbing the dryness in her eyes

A solemn me argued

I shall be the shore to your flow

Damp and precise

Till the limit of being timeless

And beyond

WHY SO SERIOUS ?

With time I have realized that war heroes matter to people only till the time of war. Goodness in men is left under the bridge till we encounter an evil. A villain will fascinate us till he hasn’t turned his face upon & preyed us. We are poisoning goodness, the more we get accustomed of being normal to hate.

 

 

What the Joker has to say :

“As you know, madness is like gravity…all it takes is a little push.”

“Nobody panics when things go “according to plan”. Even if the plan is horrifying!”

“If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”

“Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it’s easier than explaining what is killing you inside.”

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.”