October hazes

Bad are the eyes which always set an old dream yet again in a new way. May be this way. May be that way. Ignoring the fact that the root is always the same. Don’t expect hands to wipe your tears –dear eyes! I am unable…my hands are tired already! You have always been  bad dear eyes as you always dip me in the ocean of imaginations! Far away from being real! Damn! The real world has always been a sad inescapable “reality”. Punishment all belongs to you –dear eyes!

Was it easy yesterday? Is it easy today? Will it be easier tomorrow? Some lives are destined to suffer. No wonder I belong to it. People call me happy girl, carefree, childish who enjoys every tit -bit of life. But have you ever noticed the layers and layers inside my saddest eyes! No wonder I wear glasses these days –which works! It works as first layer. I have been putting on kohl for ever such that the thin reddish line of my eyes — would be seen black. How long  will I hide myself with the veil of fake happiness? How painful is to smile when all you are is ….?

Why the hell– you gather the pieces of scattered dreams and then glue it trying to stick every pieces and giving it a broken new look — and you call it postmodern? Just by tagging it a post-modern dream with patches–is it possible to accept it? Does anyone aspire for a postmodern dream –when the realistic dreams are awaited? For me — I always aspire a perfect photographic presentation of happiness that my bad eyes long for. I want realistic happiness. I want realism in my life. No wonder I get it. I get it in real. Imaginary happiness has no room in this realistic presentation. How can you ‘imagine’ it to be possible that your ‘imaginary happiness’ has room in ‘realism’?

Without moving towards postmodernism you aren’t going to survive!

Shut down your lids dear eyes! How much utopia you imagine? When you live in dystopia?

This October morning is hazy..and when you are into Shanti Thatal’s majestically sad songs — you are addicted to sadness– you are addicted to your own post modern dream of previously broken, scattered dreams — and surprise is that you hang the post modern dream yet again — with the silly hope of its realistic liveliness.

Dear Eyes ! Next is you are going to be pierced!! But would you stop dreaming ? No you aren’t !

Again Shanti Thatal — म उदास भएर के भो, म खुशी भएर के भो यती रोए जिन्दगीमा कि फेरी रोएर के भो…


2 Responses

  1. ‘you gather the pieces of scattered dreams and then glue it trying to stick every pieces and giving it a broken new look’

    dear eyes,
    here you made me remember a song of ‘Green Day’ called ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’….:)
    though you aren’t so good(someone is saying this!!!)..but i liked you so much!!!
    and remember…this is my feelings for you….don’t let your holder know even a bit of this hai!!! These days she might be busy wearing glasses to hide you….:)

  2. Interesting! Is it really the eyes in real?

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