Monotonous Oscillations

Insanity of humdrum existence prevails,

Composed state has been decomposing,

Sickness is sticking sequentially,
Day begins with an alarm,
Time just slips between fingers and keys,
Senselessly with no semantics,
Sedentary life swallows the slightest hope:
Of serendipity or of serenity!
Desperation leads to despicable temper,
Yet the nerve never negotiates
On the valour for venture,
Sadist social sentiment is stinking stagnant,
 And is thrusting the practical practice of the crowd,
Still relentless reliance on surreal radiates:
Images of grad cap and robe,
Holding self-authored books and mic,
Living in the vicinity of scholars,
Dying with out a regret
 Of not being burden to the earth;
Personal values cannot be amended,
To conventional custom of waiting
 For someone to validate the existence;
The images of fitting into a social routine
Or of binding to bonds of blood,
Or of creating connections inside closet,
Are subjectively scary -
Yet the verdict awaits verification!

Cerberus Inside

Deep down a daring Cerberus,

With three heads,

With three thoughts,

With three visions,

As inner id, esteemed self and aspiring artist,

Is roaring in endless conflicts,

Is also groaning in a pain of suppresion,

Know not the day they burst out to burn the whole;

They keep on growling with each other,

Day by day the helplessness of mundane living,

Makes them grow deeper and stronger...

The aspiring artist grows more aggressive,

Than the inner id and esteemed self;

Artist flares up with thousand sensible reasons,

The other two always end up in pointless arguments;

Unfortunately, the mundane reality chains them all down,

With the helplessness.

Contrastingly, the Cerberus is waiting for Orpheus' lyre here,

To harmonize and lull it to sleep,

Rather than chained by cruelty of reality;

Loyalty and obedience can sometimes tie, 

Even the daring spirit of dragon with a tiny chain, 

From its own salvation!

 

 

  

Fly Far

Stressed to suffocation,
Suppressed by social demands,
Pressurized to burst out;
Why so many whys?
It's beyond reasoning;
Unique, peerless, and invincible vision
Only I can see, feel, and relate,
And my eyes have no digitized projector,
Even if I show, none can sense,
What I search for or seek out,
And how strong it grows on me day by day;
Parental oppression is beyond the boundaries,
All well prepared to trap the bird,
Where the whole crowd was caged;
Everyone wants to push every other person,
Into the round and round routine:
Of being born, giving birth and dying;
I have been flapping on and on
To soar higher and farther,
From the evanescence of mundane life;
I don't want to be domesticated and caged;
Dependency is the deceiving demon!
Dare not to depend for emotional
Or physical or moral reasons so far;

Wish for a wide spread into the wild!