Locked Down Brain

Locked down brain

Sometimes the brain is in lockdown!

For a moment, everything freezes,

and nothing seems to register in the mind.

For a fleeting moment;

everything stops, ceases and slows down.

It gives us a vision that can dissect and capture;

the captivating, and yet, dying moments of a falling leaf.

Oh, how it twirls, sways, floats, and eventually, kisses the earth.

And just like many other glorious falls,

the kissing leaf meets its ultimate destiny,

and becomes a part of mother earth.

We often forget that it had a green existence,

and it managed to fulfill its dying wish.

Instead, we obsess over its seemingly meaningless existence;

quizzical fall from grace, and eventual perish.

#Ishtiaq_radical

17.6.21

Photo: collected.

A Violent Wind

A Violent Wind

Sitting on a comfortable bed;

Neither feeling numb, nor comfortable.

He keeps typing away on the keyboard;

Sadly, he's got no table.

A laptop, bed and a couple of pillows is all he has;

And he uses them to write away things, stuff and words.

While the brain tells the hands to type,

the heart lies miles away.

A deck chair placed on a sandy shore.

There, a violently strong wind blows;

It's strong enough to knock the umbrellas down

It's capable of disheveling pomade treated hairs

and to recreate the Marilyn Monroe moment

The roaring water sounds like music

It rumbles, rages and soothes--all of this is happening for real!

The wind is so strong;

holding on to the coffee cup seems like a challenge

Suddenly, the struggle changes; just like a shifting opera scene!

Now he has to hold on to his dear life;

The strong wind is pulling him towards a watery grave.

as a strange abyss is pulling him back to reality.

A roaring Millat fan; spilled milk tea on the laptop

He has to stand up in alarm,

and save his dear laptop instead.

One day, time ran out, and at the end

No one could save him from life.

#ishtiaq_radical

Home

Home

It was her home,

but did she really ever live there?

Marmalade, jams, bread and butter

eggs, caffeinated drinks and candies

All they are to her is clutter.

They are stored, devoured and forgotten about.

Cause she didn't buy them;

And even if she did, she forgot about them.

All those stuff, they don't matter.

Fissures become features of an uncertain future

Depleting fridges and decaying bridges;

These are just abridged versions of a volatile mix

Sleeping Vesuvius or a creeping virus;

Both can get oh so serious.

Somehow, somewhere indifference, reluctance and tiredness

They prevail, and puts a web on the strolling elephant,

Lover's spat and sporadic intimacy;

Heals the minor burns and brings back the fridge.

And it continues to be her place of living,

but never becomes home. #ishtiaq_radical 10th February, 2021

Life or an Imitation

Life or an Imitation

Blindness has engulfed me!

All my limbs are being rebellious,

and the southern sky seems to be fading.

It's blue, and it's paler than ever.

Madness has befriended me!

Along with blurred vision & a dubious mission.

and the star named sun seems to be setting

Is it life or a poor imitation

Colored glasses blindfolded me!

There's broken shards all about,

And not a sign of diamonds anywhere

It's life, and life indeed.

Blue, blue eyes!

They disguise, deceive and confine.

Lost soul is out there somewhere;

It's a trap, and it is called life.

#ishtiaq_radical

8th February, 2021

Novelty in Cruelty

Did you read the news today?

There's novelty in cruelty!

Yes, you may find it extraordinary,

But it is no longer imaginary. 

A brand new way of bursting bubbles has been revealed,

and plethora of cruel women have adapted it already.

It's smoother than acupuncture;

and it makes the heart flatter than a punctured tire.

It only takes a second,

And it is delivered in kindness. 

But the effect is not kind!

'Cause there's no balloon at the receiver's end;

Nor is it someone's prickly skin.

It's mind; the fragile, wax-like squishy mind! 

And I do mind,

when someone delivers it, 

Injects that new kind of cruelty 

In jest. 

Needless to say

Someone's idea of jest

Could be hard for another to ingest. 

A Seasonal Dream

A Seasonal Dream

Suddenly a brilliant white light shines above,

A gusty wind cools the burning soul,

A fragrant smell of turmeric, is it?

Nowhere is here, no time is now!

I'm convinced it's heaven here, as there's hell outside.

When your hair is closer,

And your crazy energetic persona is within inches;

It never fails to soften this restless soul .

I look up, and see there really is no light

Is it just my imagination, or a nightly fright?

They said "all I have to do is dream"

But all doors and windows are closed,

No chance of a wind to intrude;

Nor can a light other than the bulb can shine.

But it's alright;

It's a dream and you're mine.

25/01/2021

Photo: Google

I Give Up

I moved the mountains,

Repaired a broken space craft;

replaced the battered raft paddles,

But it wasn't enough to appease.

 

I rechecked the starboard and the hull, 

Made a boat as majestic as the Noah's ark;

I checked the woodwork, it was made of the finest cider, 

But it wasn't enough to put an end to the barking. 

The chassis had no crisis,

The engine oil was of the finest quality;

No sign of a mutiny or an expensive gluttony;

But no, it still wasn't good enough. 

Up is what I give you,

And no, I am not giving you up;

I just have three words remaining,

I GIVE UP.