Flawed Perfection

When you get really close to a person you can see the truth.
When you are close enough such that the sunlight bounces of their skin,
And the grains of the eyes are seen well,
You see the flaws and you see the perfection.
And sometimes, you see both at the same time in the same place.
It's akin to ambivalence.
Everybody is hideous and pure.
The truth lies in a secret place that one can find only when one is away from one's comfort zone.
May be when one keeps asking oneself questions and striving to find answers.
The questions are futile and the answers make no sense and one grows tired of the monotonous melancholy.

Dust

I look into the sun
And hope for a better day
Pleasing them around me
As I kept drifting to another sky
Follow me now
She was absolutely blind
Blind in heart and free of mind
He said that he would hold my hand
When I said that I did not understand
Shutting people out
And I cried so loud
I cried so loud that night
When I saw that there is nothing there
Only building blocks made of dust
So I toil in search of something blue
Something to keep the fire alive
I'm just keeping the fire alive
There is nothing there
All I see is dust
For I see her jumping to the sky
And I see him gliding through the roads
There are people moaning everywhere
Searching for that fire
That would have laid them bare
Crazy eyes and searching gold
All that they could find was dust
There was nothing there
Except for a little hope
And a little bit of love
Joining hands they walked across the flat
Across the flat earth
Now they live in unison
Away from prying eyes
Away from prying eyes
In their house made of dust

A Couple

I saw her in that white shirt
Her moist hair looked fine
I saw that there was nothing about her
There was nothing to her
She spoke in a loud voice
She had a proud face
She spoke rudely to the guy opposite her
He was staring at her
She was alive and sick
It was a hollow body that I saw on that scooter

I saw him wearing his shades
I saw him as he struck a pose
He spoke to his friends
He spoke about his friends
He spoke about where he was from
And how he was so humble
He was smart about it
He appeared to be above all
As he pretended not to care about others
That is how he had held her hand
I saw that he was a shell


I saw that shells get along


That is how I saw those two kissing

My Daughter

I saw her smiling in her little dress, 3 years old she was. Running wildly and grinning a huge smile. She knelt down to pick up flowers; did something extraordinary then... She smelt them. Too long since I'd done that I thought... How did she manage to know that there is a distinct smell to them?
I saw, in an instant, my dreams in her face; my dreams, which I had ignored in favour of my shell and all that came with it. My dreams used to arise from impulse and gut feel, they used to poke out like a trampoline in a trough. What I did was to the contrary...
I went into that trough, dug a little deeper and built myself an environment where I would be safe. I had ignored most of what I had done up until then, because I felt that I needed to start over. I remember crying in that dry pool till an oasis sprouted. I remember uprooting grass and shoots.
When I saw my child, I saw that the most natural thing for man to do is to enjoy life. Enjoyment; how little we think of that notion. Could not remember when last I had left my worries behind... And there she was, careless and glowing.
I cried then. I had not cried in too long... not since my oasis. Not since I had built that space to mechanical expectations. It was a welcome relief to feel my heart so heavy, for it gave me a feeling that I too could change.
She held my hand and I got frustrated because, well, this girl was on a roll! She brought out in me, a fatherhood that I had never quite understood. All of a sudden I was overcome with weakness. Years of building had left no time for questioning myself. I felt weak, but I felt happy.
Kids bring out the best in us because we see in them, what we should be.
We see in them, what we can be.
There are individuals, there are followers, there are leaders, there are ignorants and then there are kids...