Miracles of Night

Fragments of past and present        

Create a sort of illusion as I wander

Through the gates of anxiety

They return every night

Carrying with them a veil of unconsciousness

That puts to rest my conscious mind

I take the flight of imagination

Whose wings widen farther with time

To embrace me into the clouds of dramatic moments

Chronicles of the past and a latest episode  

Create a saga of confused drama

Performed by artists wearing fake masks of greed and love

Voices of her who brought me on this earth

Repeat the truth again and again citing

“All expectation to reunite will go in vain”

I wake up with the truth, only to realize

Sometimes even dreams show us the right door

Message Sent

The rhythm of life is dictated with these two words.

I feel glad to be a part of a world where communication is dominated with the digital layers of technology, where thoughts can be filtered and enunciated with emotional emoticons and then sent to the person on the other side; much contrary to the traditional form of face-to-face communication where expression does all the talking followed by latent blabbering.

   

It has become such a ubiquitous thing that a person without access to Whatsapp is considered as backdated but we must not forget the fact that spoken words have a larger impact due to their phonetic appeal. The psychological impact is much deeper as compared to the typography on a 5 inch screen; hence, it would be wrong to judge a person on the basis of his or her access to technology.

The rhythm of life will continue to hymn irrespective of the way it is communicated; what matters is whether the message is sent or not.