Someday I’ll Fly

Life in the city is quite intriguing; days spent working and creating a livelihood whilst the nights caress the wounds that we suffer along the way. There are sunlit afternoons awaiting the mushy evenings and forlorn nights awaiting the break of a new dawn. A sense of purpose in every soul present here. A sense of utmost regret forming an outer layer.

Life goes about at its own pace here. Not abiding by wants and wishes but by needs and ambitions. A race to see who wins but the finish line stretches further everytime someone is about to cross it!

‘I hope you visit this place someday and get to this exact point on the edge of this mountain from where you can hear the Teesta flow and see the sun grow bigger and bigger before finally bidding adieu.’

A simple and poignant expression yet so heartbreakingly beautiful. A soul that is trapped in this metallic jungle is being lured to think of that holy day when he can break free from the shackles of this daily meaninglessness.

A soul that is standing beyond the mountains and experiencing the sun going down in all of it’s undying glory. She calls out to the one within me, the one she can see. The one she knows exists inside the bodily armour. The one she knows he hides from this everyday torture.

She knows that one day, the one within will surely find his way out of this mess. She knows that one day; someday he’ll fly out there beyond the point of humanly interactions and meet her there once again. She knows that he shall see the hues on the sky and the fleeting clouds that surround the mighty mountains. She knows the poem shall make sense for the last stanza is yet to be written. She knows that the heartfelt emotions with unlit passion will light up the embers of the forgotten past and she knows that this time it shall all last.

She knows that someday the wings will reappear and he shall be free from nothingness forevermore.

the black curse via escaping nothingness

Fate and Destiny – Agents of Chance and Disdain

Living our meandering existences everyday,

Hustling and hassling through the problems and the promises.

Oh! so many thoughts floating inside our head,

Not one visible chain of thought which might provide some kind of solace.

Living everyday like it is just another day,

Tired of just breathing through an infinite loop of an illusion called Time somewhere in space.

And then one day you meet the One, the one about whom you’ve faintly dreamt.

In crowded buses and air conditioned metros,

They flash by like the red and yellow traffic signals.

Amidst classes and while walking on the roads along with the masses,

They brush against us in plain sight and we walk by like nothing has happened.

Words flowing like caramel and a demeanour like that of a nightingale,

The sweetness and kindness makes you feel fine after a numbing day.

You wish to have met, long before rushing through this game of charades.

But alas; Fate and Destiny are but no one’s slave.

Chanced encounters and dubious conversations,

Unafraid qualms and nervous annotations,

Quivering hands typing a steady flow of emotions,

All the possible outcomes keep rotating around the axis of my imagination.

”Your words are like poetry” she said.

Now I’m a bad poet but I felt like some sort of a King instead.

Sometimes people come only to show us that they aren’t meant to stay,

Sometimes you may find a small infinity enclosed inside a random comment box somewhere.

Life is funny, life is strange,

It gives us hope and then there’s nothing lying ahead.

A silly soul typing out his stupid thought processes,

Hoping that the mystery of the enigmatic woman shall finally end someday.

~ the black curse via chanced encounters and forgotten conversations

Cotton showers

Sunshines and sunsets
Give rise to poets.
The wilderness ahead,
Chosen by a few instead.

A lonely road awaits
A group of good old mates.
Daydreaming of fairies and ghosts,
I feel like I could say loads.

Winds of change gushing away
The leaves scatter and so do the hay.
The voices hush, a moment’s rush
For eternal beauty rolls down the way.

Country roads and city plates,
Muddy boots and broken gates.
Tiptoeing alongside the footsteps
Urging us to look down and see nature play.

White balls of peace floating through space,
Trampled cruelly by humans running the rat race.
Mountains and plateaus
Echoing honest virtues.
The sky feels blue;
Beauty needs an eye that is always true.

Sunshines and sunsets
A glass of exotic champagne,
Goodbyes drenched in familiar hues and words that were left unsaid.

© the black curse