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Absurd Reality

Reality, as they all call it, is an oppression of life. Why do we even label it reality, is it for real? I guess NOT. People pretend to be what they are not; and what they are, they know not. What is so real about it? I don’t know, do you? I guess you don’t. Katherine Anne Porter once said, “Our being is subject to all the chances of life. There are so many things we are capable of, that we could be or do. The possibilities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-fourth fulfilled.” This is reality which we human beings are scared to accept. Reality is not the only truth that exists in this universe, indeed it is the only lie and we gladly take it as the only truth. Everything in this world is real, as we may think. Everything we eat, we see, we feel is real, we think. Everything we do is real, we think, is it?

Reality is an illusion, for what we simply think exists plain simply does not, reality is relative, my heart goes out the life that decided to build civilizations upon the very earth which they did not believe existed. A life even they did pay heed to and thus began their quest to reach the heavens above. A heaven which may be a figment of your imagination, a hope towards something substantially better, a hope towards something that may not exist. Is this uncertainty of reality worth the hope? Truth, reality, hope, heaven, hell, none of them existed when the universe came to be. None of us ever thought of taking the right directions, and thus hell was created. Heaven does not exist, till date. It’s just a figment of your imagination. Life’s like that , absolutely sham and reality adds to the misery of it.

Reality bites, and mind starts working in a robotic manner and kills that very heart inside. Every claim of following the heart is counterclaimed. Every effort of overcoming this reality is overcome by the malfunctioning of mind. It becomes a part of the psyche. The machine starts following the codes that are being fed into it, and fails to recognize the voices which used to function it prior. Everything becomes lunatic; everything becomes systematic, following the predefined systems. What you believe is real, what you do is not. They say, “Your thoughts create reality”. I say NO, they don’t. It’s a system, a system of worms crawling in a systematic manner, thus resulting in a body that is you. And yet society finds comfort and sense in what seems as chaos. Complicated lives are the most stable and comfortable for the herds who have no real vision. And thus begins the journey of a lone man who has seen simplicity and non-linearity of life, from the dark to life, from death to life, from the machination of order to the serenity in chaos.

Reality comes into picture when a man tries to overcome his fears of getting rejected through the dreams he once lived. He might tend to chase the road he wants to take, only to fail through the fears walking side by side. “University does not and shall never allow this”, he says. “Whatever he believes is stupid, what he does is not”, they say. “The day you’d start listening to the voices in your head, you will be the man you’ve always wanted to be”, we say. Relativity between reality and absurdity is undefined, still for us, it means the same. Reality is not the only phenomenon which may act as the savior of mankind, but yes the way we are handling it, it has become what we never wanted it to be, absurd as ever.

For the entire cycle you live, reality is the only force which acts through your mind, giving you the thoughts of no use, thus entering you into a whole new dimension of this cycle which may have never existed given the fact that reality were never into the picture. Via the distant mindless hopes, the bird tries to fly around, for an escapade from the ridiculed reality, analyzing the wrongs and rights throughout the journey. What to take and what not, is an individual decision he may take. Whether drink from the bucket, or from the lake, is an individual notion. Sky is limitless, and so are the ideas of life. Wandering into the absurd realities serve no real purpose. Why do you need to rely on reality while you have some blue and white walking side by side?

© Akshay & Rahul

Slum for the Rich ...

Marked by walls and putrid tiles,
Lies a sanctum for reasons and lies.
Thus insecure lies a man within
Has not seen light for a while.

What do these walls protect,
What do these heavy gates guard,
A serene facade of sanity,
Or reasons why one tried too hard.

These walls that protect shall also divide,
The sky above you the roof blocks.
Division of a demented minds,
a lack of freedom that one forgot.

Caged in gravel, concrete and dust,
where once was life now decay and rust.
Rodents feel more free,
the strays outside the walls more at peace.....(Akshay)

What do thee hold in mind?
A phony smile, behold hundreds of swine
Longing for the end of war, inside
Through closure of time, thou walls shall fight

Thou engraved silence rules the realm of senses
Stranded in the web, thou reap your crops
Them four walls, they laugh aloud
And them four candles, they burn and shout...(Rahul)

Mark my words for they are bleak
the judgement cometh not for the frail and weak

Brick by brick the walls were built,
and brick by brick the walls shall fall,

A slum for the rich,
A slum for the rich,

Your city, gentleman,

Reduced to a slum for the rich!


© Akshay & Rahul

Tale of a bewildered man

I was standing on a broken road

With a bomb in my hand, and a gun in my hood

What could I do? Where could I go?

To drop the bomb, to shoot them all

She stood on the other side

And the sun shined through her face

It revealed the darkness she had in her chest

I was amused, I could linger

I could offer my flesh, to her

The ever ending road was ending there

And the scars on her face were confusing me

She was laughing aloud, she was dancing around

With a baby in her hand, she was crying, crying

Decimated she was, for reasons unknown

My mortal frame, was facing her

The end was a portal
Through the vistas finite

The bomb was gone, the gun was no more

She was brought back to life

Through a soul that was stole

I moved back, my re-birth was mounting

Through a mystic force, they call them life’s own ways

The sun was shining again

Illuminating, giving life rays

The war then ended, the turmoil was burnt away

For once now, I lay aside the gray

And I smile, I smile…

© Rahul

Chaat Vaat Khaalo..!! Creative House

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

I am a ridiculous man. Though I was never this ridiculous before, but I have grown on this over a period of time. The day I graduated, I was more ridiculous. Having got a job offer in hand, I had a feeling of growing older, a more mature man. And then, I started working. Sometimes, I feel like screaming on the top of my lungs. Most days, when the days are bright, the nights always have something to offer. Nights, why aren’t they bright? Most of the times while I am awake through them, I am alive, almost every time. Clear plans gush through my mind, while I am alive. I have decided to leave everything behind and move on for a better life. This definitely is not me.

I have lost the count of the days. The Sun laughs at me questioning,” will you be able to survive this ridiculed life?” But my heart is at ease, it’s relieved. At least, I don’t have to go back to the chaotic place once I worked & practically lived in, and yes I smile. I hear nothing except the sound of wind, which tries it’s best to scare the hell out of me. Though I believe in His existence, still I know not if He will keep me going. Every now and then, I am approaching some or the other mirage with some hope in my heart and a can in my hand.

I can see the leaks in to sand, on the barren land. Every few minutes, I try to sneak through them hoping to find something, something to keep my mind working. My car has broken down. Is this the sole reason of me wandering into this desert? You know what I mean, I’ll rather let it water in to ambiguity, as I have my own reasons.

I can see a nude man at some distance. With a bleak face, he stares at me. He is standing nude from head to toe, with a horse by his side. He climbed the horse and vanished within seconds. This so-called lifecycle of human being is the same. You are born nude, and you die nude. You vanish within seconds and nothing possibly can be done about it. I have reached another figment of Him; and I know I’d find nothing or everything. Latter will never be right and the first of the two will never be wrong. I am facing illusions, or am I discovering my inner self? I am completely psyched, who am I? Twenty four years of existence and still I struggle, why? I am alone and forlorn, no one is around. I am struggling to find my existence. Is this an after-effect of heat, or the only truth? If this is the only truth, I have lied myself for an entire period of twenty four years. Damn!

Maybe I am me, or maybe I am the nude man. I am flying around the extinguished fire. I have felt content never. Lesser children used to pass by, smiling even if they had nothing, and you know that that is the best part. I had everything, yet I always was down, crazy, insane, red, blue ‘n all. I had every color in my pocket, still they were empty, and I was content never. And here I stand, a ridiculous man with nothing but ridiculous thoughts. Some unforeseen circumstances, both good and bad are waiting for me. Some would hug me; some would try to knock me down. I have planned to be indifferent to both. Cacti lives with thorns around them, but still are green, unlike the city trees, untrue trees. No one waters them; maybe this is the reason for the thorns around. I want to be like them, Cooperative - Acts -by Us (in short, Cactus).

As I am walking to an unknown destination, a fear starts to crop-up in my mind. It keeps on building, though I am unsure of what exactly it is. Is this because somewhere in my mind I know that my end is near? Or is this because of the fact that I know that the whole world’s end is near. It can be anything, but I have decided not to think about it and keep walking on the road to perdition.

“You are a sinister, you are NOT innocent“, and I am walking. I have decided to act as it comes. Everything is going color to blur. “Thou shall die, thou shall never survive”, the words are ringing in my head, over and over again. I can see a small hut, and a small girl is standing outside. I look at her and she passed a smile as if she welcomes me to her estate. With a straight face, I try to ignore her and keep on walking. We all do the same, and end up dying in the battle field. Don’t we? And I am no different, am I? Who knows, I may die with a smile or a cry on my face, everything depends on me. I can be me, or I can be that little girl. Reluctantly, I look behind, she is no more there. She has disappeared, and the hut has disappeared too. Mirage? May be yes. I am not shocked, for earlier I have witnessed a similar case. Remember the nude man? Wait; is the nude man the girl, and the horse the hut? Anyways, the journey under the Solaris continues. Nothing visible, nothing invisible. I am completely psyched. Ridiculous I have me as my partner. I am marking my directions every now and then, but that wind washes it away every single time. Nothing is permanent, nothing is static. An uncertainty is cropping up in my mind. A fear has started to build up in my heart. A body has started to give up, despite every effort to overcome the fears. But I have to keep going; something on left has advised me to keep moving, to save my survival, to discover my inner self. At times, I try to ignore the voices in my head, when my knees go weak and numb. But then, this is my only chance, the only chance to know what I really have been in the past twenty four years. And I carried on, overcoming every obstacle, every fear which tried thwarting my way to the ultimate discovery.

They call me a man of no words, for I try never to keep them. A man of no emotions, for I am not born with any. My father said I laughed while entering this world unlike any other kid, who usually would cry, though I always have my doubts. I never believed him and his self-made myths. As far as I remember, I have never smiled; laughter is out of the question. And I still doubt if ever I’ll smile. As I said before,” Deny the truth and you shall face it”, so who knows? Me not.

I remember a phrase my grandmother used to recite when I was young, “Credits must end for reel to roll over again”. A smile is a possibility after the reel would roll over again, but then, who knows? Me not. I was lost in thoughts, and then an eagle noticed me and tried to knock me down. Rightly so the eagle had attacked, as I have entered her territory. I may steal her food, or I may be her prey. Who know? Me not. Reason can be anything; she does not need to give them. I struggle and try to overcome her force, only to fail every time. I run and look for a place to hide, like a prey would do in such circumstances. Luckily, I save my self, only to be attacked again.

What waits for me, I know not. All I know is I know who I am. I can smile, I can see better days, and I can sense a better coming to life. I can feel a little Floyd in my head; I can sense a little green in my pocket. I feel like singing:

“I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life”.

I can see the nude man standing outside the hut. I can see him smile. I can feel a sweet little pain of satisfaction in my heart. Finally, I am my heart.

-Rahul