And then i sleep when my hope breaks
Every morning you awake with new hope and every night hope breaks(really!).
Abu g last night was telling about a family who was mad,totally mad.The woman used to tell abu g that she thinks that some one has set cameras in her head so that her thinking can be traced by that mysterious person.And her woman's father once came to abu g and offered him to buy an aeroplane(according to abu g that man never had an aeroplane.It was his imagination).And that man's wife was depressed woman.Depressed for nothing.When abu g was narrating their story everyone was laughing.But i literally thought that they were better than us.Atleast they can have all those things which they desired though in imagination but they had all.They really were in reliefe even in their imagination.
We human pseudo-wise,are like crocodile which eats everything but still wants more and more.Always remains hungry.Always search for things.Always unsatisfied.They were better than us because they were satisfied even then when they know their thoughts are traced by someone.
I really hope for you
but
your thoughts came
not you...
i turned my lights off
and other hope broke....
Enjoy this mysterious winter!
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| look!lights are on...fake they are |
There's a story I read once about a town - a very prosperous town. One day a magician came passing by and dropped a potion in the town's major well. Those who would drink from the well would go mad. Soon everyone did. The king found out and gave orders for the well to be closed. As the king was the only sane one left, his people ridiculed him for such a 'mad' order. For the townsfolk, the king was the one mad. They all decided to dethrone him. Seeing no hope left, the king went and drank from the well, too, and became mad like the rest of them. Once mad, the mad people rejoiced that the king had finally 'regained his senses'. And they all lived happily and madly ever after.
ReplyDeleteShows that in this crazy world, the happiest are those crazy themselves. So, drink a little from their well, dear, and live happily yourself. :)
I'll surely have a heavy dose:p
DeleteI really loved the poem. It is lovely, dark and deep just like Robert Frost's "woods".
ReplyDeleteI wrote something similar today -on Imagination and dreams...I agree with you about the greater capacity of some people ...of getting lost in their imagination...And it is true that the definition of "lunatic" is a relative one...it depends on which end of the spectrum you are in and what you mean by reality...the society seems pretty crazy to me sometimes yet they go on telling the "lunatics " that they are crazy...the society can scold/hurt/blame each other with a cold heart yet they think that they are perfectly ok ! Such an irony !
the world in itself is an irony!
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