chimes of a forgotten melody

- 'From where I stand I could see very little of the World, but from where I dream I see a million other worlds!' - I struggled through the dense crowd of the Municipal Bus Station in Thalassery, I was in a journey to seek redemption. For days on my moods abruptly shifted - from depression to euphoria and then back again to stupefaction. It became intolerable today and I found myself disturbing all comfort zones and reaching out into brute space. Even though countless saints and scholars of the past and present came to criticize my notion of finding peace away from my soul, I was not distracted, I couldn't help but search for it from the outside. It became habitual, a rather inexcusable ritual. Through the human life that encapsulated me in angst, I searched for a way to dis-join myself from the show - to hide underneath the bed when they were calling your name on the stage! It was escapism, it was betrayal but it was also my only choice. I refused to think to...

A prowess to keep matter dark, To reduce insanity as archaic, A totalitarian world; a venal fabric, Where ideas remain unborn, And mistakes in-tolerated. There we find the power of annihilation, Matter's fear of its antithetical cousin, And unity amidst difference. We sing songs of rebellion, We feel the freedom of chaos! Ceaseless is the trust on bitter hate, Our fights usually in vain, Love is when you feel the pain of holding desire and letting go, Because the light is distant, And we have to continue.