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The Hidden Enemy

Confused between reality and fiction, struggling to find my way through dungeons, there's no hope, there's no chance, there's only some beautiful words and some broken wings of desire. In a world so big, people like me get easily sidelined. The reality gives me a killing expression.

I dwell in a hut that's full of cactus and thorns. The owls disturb me and the beetles annoy my sleep. I hate to wake up but I never sleep. I am no philosopher, I am no poet, I am just another creature who loves to gaze. Whenever I encounter reality, I become invisible, whenever I reach those realms of fantasy, I become alive.


I have acquired a state which may not be easy to break. My freezing heart sound mundane, but the echoes within creates a unique trance. I am no thinker, I am no philosopher, and I am just an unused tissue paper. I am not self obsessed, I am not hungry, and I am just an avid fantasist who loves to travel through the realms of reality and fantasy.

There’s always a way. There’s always a second chance. There’s always a meaning. The cacophony causes headache. The struggle no more looks fine. The wait mayn’t be easy. Whenever my heart throbs higher, I witness a level of dissatisfaction within me. I feel that something is happening wrong in and around me. Whenever, happiness visits me, I become insecure. I try to run from my shadow. Every night is different for me. Sometimes my dreams seduce me and sometimes they shake me up. Every day is a new day, every night is different. I have tried to follow this dictum throughout my existence.

The eternal sunshine may be waiting to greet me; the beauty of divinity may be waiting to hug me, but the turmoil inside is never ready to leave me. There are cravings, there are musings and there is a hidden enemy inside me, who keeps pulling me. I am no writer, I am no poet, but I am surely a thinker whose thoughts are so unstable. Drifting, falling and rising from my ashes. Swallowing and inhaling light and darkness, I am moving ahead with a frozen heart that feels everything but can’t react….


14 comments:

  1. I always get lost while reading ur posts... like m walking in a maze and suddenly no route opens out!!

    Loved the second paragraph...esp. I hate to wake up but i never sleep .

    Kp up!!

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  2. Thanks Richa for acknowledging my unstable thoughts. It's a beautiful world indeed :)

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  3. terrific improvement in composition..the flow is really good..keep writing such nice stuffs..

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  4. Very well written; deeply illustrative of the happenstances within the mind!

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  5. wow!
    very well written!

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  6. Thanks Xeenia, Rakesh and Magiceye for appreciating my write up :)

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  7. brilliantly written, with a touch of bizarre thoughts :)
    seems like the thoughts of a person who is severely sleep deprived.

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  8. Thoughts of a person who is severely sleep deprived - True :)

    You’ve beautifully interpreted my thoughts :)

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  9. Hi Pallav,
    thoughts expressed in the form of a poem style write-up. Does this kind of write-up have a name in specific?

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  10. It can be called as prose poetry :)

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  11. Hi Pallav. I am new to indiblogger, just my second day. So you promoting my Blog 'Trip to Vaishno Devi" is a lot of encouragemnt. Thanks!!!

    Nice post... i liked the last line the best.....frozen heart that feels everything but cant react.

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  12. Anonymous1:26 AM

    nice one

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  13. Thanks Anonymous :)

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