Living The Dream

My bedtime stories are a
cinematic experience in itself.

The closed eye visuals are just the timelapse,
Of discordant series of images.

Yet, something still feels familiar.
Perhaps, the order those looping images.

My dreams look just like
The real-life incidences.

Hitting hard with the Deja Vu,
About which I absolutely have no clue.

They seem like a motion picture trying to trap me,
Although their recurrence feels new everytime.

I’ve now memorised every moment
Of the movements in those visuals.

This has become quite regular now,
Just like an inevitable ritual.

I’m still unsure about when
I’m awake or asleep.

Although my eyes seem open,
It literally feels like living the dream.



The things I saw as a child,
Appeared before me in several ways.

The objects, the people, the places,
They looked the same but really weren’t.

The armchair my grandpa rested in,
Lost its prestige after he was gone.

The door I angrily slammed as a teenager,
Had its glow faded by the time I grew calmer.

The tricycle I rode and boasted about as a child,
Was left in a dark corner of my house, dusty.

The beaches I once made sand castles in,
Ebbed routined and charmless.

Once considered gems, all of these things were
Cornered in my house surrounded by dark walls.

But as the door opened,
My face illuminated with reminiscence.

The gateway released the Gems that embodied the
Special memories from the past.

Of Nerds and Shepherds

What does the future hold for us?
Will we be machines or men?

Pumping ourselves full of information
Regardless of its relevance.

As the times change,
I hope humanity remains.

Will we be a flock of sheep,
Led by robots as shepherds?

Or consuming electronic chips
Only to be deluded by the wealthiest of nerds?

“We the people! We the people!”
Bleating on the streets like Sheeple.

Summoning for the gruesome torture,
By uniformed soldiers of the administrator.

The present isn’t any peaceful either,
But how efficiently will we survive the future?

The Identity

He grew young, tall and handsome,
But the beard on face looked as if
He’ll demand a ransom.

He had soft spot for all the cutesy things,
Although most of his peers chose to
Ride fancy motorbikes and wear bling!

The beard on his face was just another jewel,
But as he walked past many thought,
This guy must be gruesome and cruel.

Perhaps he liked his beard or maybe he couldn’t shave,
But, he couldn’t understand why was he being judged
And thought, “Why wouldn’t they just give me a break?”

Another side of the story wasn’t either a glory,
For some thought him to be the Manliest Man,
But he considered that ideology to be sham.

The visuals in the box showed similar concepts
And tips about how to be a real man,
Women dig the beard and fall as instantly as they can.

But he remained indifferent to the weird culture of his society,
For he knew that having beard was part of human biology
And it had nothing to do with any traditional ideology.

He was just another human after all like everyone else.
What would make him a man was his humanity,
While everything else could be lost in the identity!

Do You Read?

“Do you read?”
A question most people ask.

So, “Do you read?”
And understand the thoughts
Your close ones have incarcerated?

“Do you read?”
To find out if that smile is real or fake?

The emotions they’ve been masking
For all this long, so you could shine.

“Do you read?”
So you know what they
want you to see.

“Do you read?”
So you know where
you can really be.

The sacrifices people made,
So you could have the luxury.

“Do you read?”
The regrets buried
underneath their pride?

“Do you read?”
Their despair that
now no longer can be repaired?

Read through their eyes as they behold
Their world burn so they can light yours.

Ijaazat (1987) #Review

Films teach you a lot about yourself. They mirror you and parts of your life through someone else’s prospect. But, there are very few films that leave an enduring impact. Gulzar’s 1987 film, Ijaazat, a Hindi film starring Naseeruddin Shah, Rekha, and Anuradha Patel is by far the most sensitive film I’ve ever watched. The film is based on a Bengali story, Jatugriha by Subodh Ghosh. It belongs to the art-house genre, also considered an Alternate Cinema Space in India.
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