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Pratik Khandelwal Poem
Obliged, to senses’ pleasure and to soul’s discontent,
I acknowledged all the appreciations,
I often look at the world around me.
They all appear same – puppets dancing on arrhythmic tunes.
Clones moulded by the system, machines lethargically pretending to sweat for goals.
Permanently busy nodding their way through, unsure of the purpose.
An intense cold war for a better materialistic living.
Fate of tames in the hands of hierarchy, with their laughter being echoed back to them.
And then far away in mountains, amidst a fog of smoke, i inspect myself,
indifferent and very much a part of this inanimate group,
verily afraid of being accustomed to uptown lifestyle.
Agitatedly, as this kindled fire turns into ashes,
I have tried to learn, hoping the dots will connect someday.
Little does my heart know and little does it seem to care!
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Closing the door of my room, afar from the turbulence,
I try to be pacified.
The day has been rough again and I am yearning for serenity.
Chopin’s Nocturne piece in the background falling on deaf ears.
Closing the door of my room, in a remote corner,
I am defeated at not thinking about what went wrong at work, and i am soon engrossed with all that is specious in life.
The latter leaving with questions unanswered.
Making a genuine effort to be detached from unproductive thoughts and failing badly.
Closing the door of my room, aloof and beyond,
I realize seasons have changed rapidly.
The ‘idealistic me’ wishes for the dream to be fulfilled
And then captivated by my dream, I smile only in isolation!
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She smiles and you look away.
Who controls who I am? Ain’t me for sure.
A mute shriek at my mirror,
I feel sheltered to the core and on the bed tingling soars.
Such tenderness and yet the kiss hits me like venom.
The thought of tomorrow leaves me with a smite.
and anger wrapped up in deceit,
It’s more than I can bear, and then begins the foreplay affair.
My lips turning red with every bite,
Distressed, testing the restraints I vigorously fight.
Ridiculous rules to adhere to, chained to an invisible tower,
circles with motion and i am sensuously drenched in a shower.
With the touch of her hands i feel an absolute disconnect to everything,
and soon are revealed all my forbidden sins.
The bird, when uncaged, will take to his wings.
Our bodies arched and the mood swings.
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It is only at dark, amidst dead silence, when your emotions become vociferous.
Chaotic, de facto and deafening thoughts overwhelm you.
Repeatedly, you think of ways to illuminate the foggy atmosphere,
Alas, you flounder, for your mind is encircled with opaque theories.
It is only at dark, amidst dead silence, when your dissatisfaction is exposed.
It’s well past bedtime, instead you trip in paranoid delusion not willing to be awakened.
The world there seems complete with an un-faked smile and lively existent,
Alas, reality triumphs and unpleasant consciousness prevails.
It is only at dark, amidst dead silence, when you stare with shut eyes.
Desperation coupled with exhaustion and yet you struggle to sleep.
You console, rub your eyes, imitate a sigh of relief.
Alas, it’s already too late not to be uber fatigued.
It is only at dark, amidst dead silence!
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Not quite able to keep up with the pace,
i do try and improvise at every step.
Steps that matter, steps which are insignificant,
knowing stars will never get counted, perhaps manipulations will.
And then something abstract hounds me in the sleep,
A Chimera drags me at a distant nameless place,
hardly helping me getting rid of the existent agony.
Conceivably in the dark i live, where nothing whatsoever is clear.
Not quite sure if this dream even belongs to me,
sure though, that tonight is going to be no different from the day before.
Just when I would catch on, it will fade away.
Something I am completely involved in, but cannot put my fingers on.
It will disappear, unanswered! As it has been doing every single night!
Leaving me illusive!
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Anxiousness has overlooked physical tiredness,
Angst has taken over control and i am lost.
Warm droplets trickling down the cold naked body,
Head getting heavier in an acrimonious way.
Closed eyes baffled with exasperation,
Been here before, walked this road.
Wish i could walk miles without being found.
Ain’t no fear but for one – fear of not being alone!
Want to be emancipated, been longing for it.
Meanwhile, another warmer drop, with hint of responsibilities, defeated in its effort to comfort you.
The company does not help anymore. The greedy breed call me crazy.
Rather than love and care, give me truth.
More thoughts bleeding with no room for contentment.
I lay my head down which will be followed by storm in my pillow.
Please, Get me home!
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“I dream of teaching more students while I continue exploring world throughout my life”, I answered.
"...and what's yours?", i curiously asked.
With dismayed eyes, assimilating all hope from the west, “I dream of not dying before time”, she whispered,
Skeptic juvenile eyes turning bright and optimistic with the flow of evening prayer.
(Allah reassures!)
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