Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

Did you just call my name? Did you just say a prayer? Did you wake up last night,  And felt you weren't there? Did you fall asleep so fast,  Then woke up from a touch,  With butterfly kisses on your cheek,  And soft feather fingers in your hair? Do you saunter around the house,  When the warm lights all go out? When it's so dark no one sees you,  When it's so bright no one will ever know? Did you come sit by my bed side,  And sing me a song so silently? Some whispers about dreams so real,  Some murmurs about eyes that haunt? Did you finally admit all your truth,  And say you can't go on lying anymore? Did you say you want to escape it all,  And begin right again from the start? Did you think you were losing your mind? The thoughts you've always thought, And the ones you're too scared to, Are they conspiring to drive you mad? Did someone tear your soul in shreds,  So you hid it under the garden well, And said you never wanted to see it again? Did you give up so e

  "Are you sure this is the right way? I don't see any formed paths here." Raj was upset at Tylo for taking the lead. His girlfriend and my close friend Ruhi was equally upset. They looked at me suspiciously, as if Tylo and I had made this whole elaborate plan to ruin their perfect hike. I had no clue. This was the first time I was coming here. I trusted Tylo blindly. Yes, there were times when he was foolhardy for no reason, but I still trusted his unclear motives. Tylo stopped and sat down on a rock. Lit a cigarette and was quiet. Then he turned to look at Raj. "I have been here a week ago. I know how to get us there." Raj was simmering with rage inside.  "Can you at least not fucking smoke here? It's a tiger reserve." Tylo gave a malicious grin. "Exactly, my friend. Exactly. Tigers don't like smoke." "Stop trying to be so ballsy. If we get into trouble, I'm not going to spare you. You think you're some smartass hero?&q

If you really what to crack,  The mystery that keeps you awake. Don't go by the days  Or even the months. Going in an ascending order,  Will teach you nothing. Time will teach you nothing. It is a redundant concept,  Created by Earthlings to make sense. Go back ten years, way behind  To a baby, the womb, the seed,  The many past lives erased   For us never to remember. Travel to the day when  Your only child drowned in the river,  Or when you left your wife for good. Do you remember Mesopotamia,  Those cool orchards that you lay under? Promises you made to always return? The woman with the bone headdress, Who bandaged your wounds, Warm, sultry nights laying in bed? Delphi and the golden peaceful days,  Before the wicked soldiers came? Do you remember any of it? The beginning of time, flying  Like light from a planet once called home? You signed the pacts with every inch  Of your old forgotten soul. And what about futures? Do you see what they are to bring? A new world order, new li

  Up, up we go,  In a hot air balloon,  So high into the sky. And land into a tree,  On top of a shiny, snowy hill. I say, 'Let's set base here.' 'No, no, it's way too far,' You respond apprehensively. So we tug our loads,  A little further down. But you aren't satisfied still. You want to be close to home. And I want to go on adventures,  To desolate lands unknown,  Where the clouds touch our hands,  Valleys of darkness, islands in the sun. Boundaries blurred in fog,  Pathways of ocean and land. We should go our seperate ways. It's the only way we will ever meet. You can hide under the quilt,  And I will peek into the stars. I don't mind you taking shelter,  But I rather let the stones and hail,  Rain upon my reckless brow. We exchange pleasantries and bid farewell. 'So long friend. Let's meet in a year, At the borderland of hope and despair. I'll walk slowly this time,  And you can quicken your pace.' We shake hands, we hug tightly.

It's been over an year since my eye problems began. And I'm still suffering. After endless visits to the best doctors and an year's supply of the worst possible medication, I'm still in the same place. And to think it all began as a reaction to the vaccine. It has now reached a point where there is no name yet for my mysterious illness. The eye doctors shrug it off as 'idiopathic episcleritis' and suggest I find another solution. Idiopathic? How can I accept this? Cause unknown? The rheumatologist asks me to go on immunosuppresants indefinitely. No, but, no thank you. The latest doctor I consulted is a hundred percent sure I have an underlying autoimmune disease, but not sure what it is. Could it be multiple sclerosis, he ponders loudly. Ermm, if you aren't sure, please don't scare off your patients by naming degenerative diseases that sound like a death sentence. In any case, my suffering continues. Apart from neuropathy in my feet, my vampire eye conti

Deep diving in a fit  Of gallantry, I stumbled  Into an ocean of blue foam. I can not swim, I cried,  Flapping my arms,  Kicking my feet in disdain. Destination Home for icy rivers,  But where does the big wide sea go? Back and forth, back and forth,  I resisted in a sea of white plastic,  Green seaweed, pink perch. So much trash, so much to stop  These hardcore waves from crashing. Like a never attainable orgasm. How deep must one go to experience bliss? Where is the shore, where is my being? I never wanted to reach anywhere. Always looking around to find my peace. I held my breath and let me go. Sinking slowly down,  Falling like a stone fearlessly. All was empty, all was clean. It is so quiet here, not a sound. All the coasts and the ships,  Beachside parties and the breeze,  Left way outside the cold darkness. I closed my eyes, my ears deaf  From having nothing to hear. Could it be I found the abyss? That mythical place only existing,  In books and words of dead prophets. Deeper in