Lets put the not-said aside for some time. Lets embrace the thoughts for some time. Lets colour the feelings, lets paint the beauty in them. The night is young, forever in conjecture with the meaning of my delusional frivolity. For this ain't love, you. This is just a surrender. A surrender to lands unknown, words unsaid, peace not tasted and foods not eaten. Forgive me, if you want out. But I'll kill you if you harm my dreams.
And the Apocrypha continues...
And night falls
Your voices effuse away
Your worries stop pervading my thoughts
And those gripping hands and concern fades away
Closed eyes, opened to a sky showing the moon
Cuddled in a web of gray clouds
The night breeze
Cool and fresh
Unadulterated, free from us
And as I swerve my glances away from the world
Into the sky, into the night
I see my mind mirrored in the silvery sky
My thoughts and dreams rolling like a film in the canvas before my eyes
Stories, people and places oft-dreamed
Words, smiles and gestures oft-felt
A peaceful demeanor, warmth in the cold of the night
A tingling sense of completion, as the film plays on
Every night, each dream seen with keen eyes
A lonely soul, rejoicing and reveling in the stars that surround it
A diminished flicker of hope, burning well into the night
A hurt conscience grinning in the world this night
Every flower picked from the valley of the unknown
The land of fictions we grew up believing in
And sometimes it plays to amaze us.
Sometimes it rolls to confuse us.
Each blossom, each petal, each drop of rain that I see and feel
Would one day be you, one day: me.
And each word that you say
Each memory that we weave
On the plane of discovery
On a state of my own self
Of my own dreams
Created from desire, lust and brimming seclusion
Easy, my heart tells me, easy
Easy on the emotions, the pain, the love
Fear of dejection, of reclusion
Of reality knocking the doors down
Storming into the serenade of peaceful brigades
Each day, each night
Fear, and flight
Flight into your arms
Fear from the voices
Voices outside the world of darkness
Implied surrealism, vouched romanticism
Feelings, thoughts, rain and the wind
Night time, moon light, eyes sparkling and You.
I need no more
I need no less.
I need the rain,
And I need to break free.
Let the morning stay back a while
Let the dream run wild tonight
Let me dream tonight,
Its my only respite.
(18th September, 2011)
And the Apocrypha continues...
And night falls
Your voices effuse away
Your worries stop pervading my thoughts
And those gripping hands and concern fades away
Closed eyes, opened to a sky showing the moon
Cuddled in a web of gray clouds
The night breeze
Cool and fresh
Unadulterated, free from us
And as I swerve my glances away from the world
Into the sky, into the night
I see my mind mirrored in the silvery sky
My thoughts and dreams rolling like a film in the canvas before my eyes
Stories, people and places oft-dreamed
Words, smiles and gestures oft-felt
A peaceful demeanor, warmth in the cold of the night
A tingling sense of completion, as the film plays on
Every night, each dream seen with keen eyes
A lonely soul, rejoicing and reveling in the stars that surround it
A diminished flicker of hope, burning well into the night
A hurt conscience grinning in the world this night
Every flower picked from the valley of the unknown
The land of fictions we grew up believing in
And sometimes it plays to amaze us.
Sometimes it rolls to confuse us.
Each blossom, each petal, each drop of rain that I see and feel
Would one day be you, one day: me.
And each word that you say
Each memory that we weave
On the plane of discovery
On a state of my own self
Of my own dreams
Created from desire, lust and brimming seclusion
Easy, my heart tells me, easy
Easy on the emotions, the pain, the love
Fear of dejection, of reclusion
Of reality knocking the doors down
Storming into the serenade of peaceful brigades
Each day, each night
Fear, and flight
Flight into your arms
Fear from the voices
Voices outside the world of darkness
Implied surrealism, vouched romanticism
Feelings, thoughts, rain and the wind
Night time, moon light, eyes sparkling and You.
I need no more
I need no less.
I need the rain,
And I need to break free.
Let the morning stay back a while
Let the dream run wild tonight
Let me dream tonight,
Its my only respite.
(18th September, 2011)
A distant connection?
HOLA!
ReplyDeleteHere goes nothing.
a. I love.love.love the introduction. 'A surrender to lands unknown, words unsaid...' Haye
b. I can literally picture you in your room, on that 'spot', besides the window, gazing at the moon, thinking, wondering, wandering. Tranquility flows across the sky. It's like a breakaway from this world and all its people and its drama and its dengue fever and whatnot. And it seems as if... as if it's about the past. About past realities and past people. The past or pasts have every right to be be 'knitted tales of unknown lands'. And then I don't get the fifth para/chorus/stanza/*insert correct poetic lingo* at all. Na-aan. It's incomprehensible to me. :( And then suddenly it makes so much sense - the confusions, the amazement, the part about believing in fictional stories, the pervading ambivalence... everything. And the moi is lost again. Or not. It's like we/you/me like/want/desire to live in lustful illusions, in dreamy utopias, in imaginary lands of wishful thinking but it's like you KNOW that these are just illusions, just thoughts and there is an attempt to circumnavigate around the realistic aspect? DEAR UNKNOWN PEOPLE, I MAKE NO SENSE. PLEASE GO AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. AGAR PAKISTAN MAI HO TOU MOSPEL LAGA LENA. :) Khair, the utopias win. Yayy us. ^,^ Reality breaks away and you are exalted, exuberant, vulnerable, happy to be swaying to the melodies of these wishes, of the the night sky, of the implied 'You'. And then there is satisfaction and contentment and this need to finally let go of all the elements of realism. And at the end: the vulnerability. Hayee.
DEAR PEOPLE, IF YOU ARE STILL READING THIS, KUDOS. YOU JUST WASTED SOME PRECIOUS SECONDS OF YOUR LIFE. :-)
-Amna, delete it if it made you ROFL and go all 'HAIN? o.O'. Oh, and I love the part about 'And I'll kill you if you harm my dreams.'
Okay, this was longer than I thought it would be. :/
ReplyDeleteA brilliant post Amna....
ReplyDeleteA treat to read... the expressions and especially
"Each day, each night
Fear, and flight
Flight into your arms
Fear from the voices
Voices outside the world of darkness
Implied surrealism, vouched romanticism
Feelings, thoughts, rain and the wind
Night time, moon light, eyes sparkling and You.".. brilliant... and rightly mentioned by deeja... the introduction.. is amazing..
encore..u write direct from heart...
God Bless
I typed a long comment but it just disappeared. :-\
ReplyDeleteWhattay beautiful post with tremendous flow - such intricate details and words. :-) I had goosebumps.
Deeja:
ReplyDeletePhew. I can now reply araaaaam se. Here goes :P
a. Glad that you do! Someone mentioned the introduction as 'Pulitzer' material :P (and there is a strong possibility that you already know who the someone is :P)
b. Sigh, yes. I actually composed this with that place in mind. Night time, moonlight, wind, no electricity, peace. Past? Maybe, or not. Maybe its because the dreams and visions are recurring. Not past events, but dreams. I derive happiness and contentment from them, and hence this takes on a descriptive stance. I want to circumnavigate the realistic aspect, but just this once, I want to dream. Let go. Lose it. Be happy. Forget the consequences. Fly away. :)
And I am glad for you, for someone who reads what I write and smiles out there because you manage to understand maybe something out of it. Relate too, maybe. :) Thanks!
inquisitive life:
Appreciated! Its heartening to know you felt it! :)
Komal:
Really? Oho :/
Goosepumps? :) Moved, I am. Thankyou!