mayabini

Psychedelic Colors of my turbulent mind
Is turning my life into a muddled haze…
I walk alone amongst the crowds
As if in an incoherent daze.
I may never cry the way others do…
Because my tears are stifled in the vacuum within.
The inner battles, the self denials…
Ahh! I can’t bear it anymore.
Maybe what I need is some valour
To stand by what I believe.
This world ain’t a Shangri-la
Nor I a wandering monk…
But I‘ve heard somewhere
That dreams sometimes just come true.
Of course! I have heard People
Telling me that I’m different.
Psychedelic I may be…
But even a dead clock shows the time
Once a day… or maybe twice, Isn’t it?
Can you hear the song my heart’s humming?
Can we sing it together before it comes to a still?
Someone’s sad… lonely and abandoned…
And just doesn’t want to go anywhere.
Call me back… call me back!
O’ Mother, dear mother… call me back
I want to go back…
To the only place where I belong…
To those childhood times in our little home
Where dreams didn’t even once turned bad.
Why run after something which you don’t want?
Why don’t we get something that we really want?
Why can’t I cosset myself in a time-wrap…
and stop the flow with my clenched fist?
I am fighting for myself, against myself

I am the victor and the vanquished

The oppressor and the oppressed.

Psychedelia + Madness + Insanity = ME?