Of Unicorns and Miracles

Surviving and being alive are two different things; the sooner you realize this, the better.

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Only fools believe in unicorns
I’m a fool I believe
But God,
Let me believe in miracles
And unicorns
And mermaids
Let me be happy with my beliefs
Just this once
Let me be hopeful
Let me believe that people still fall in love
With places and books and caf├ęs and humans
Let me believe love exists
In smiles and texts and hugs and cuddles
Let me believe loved ones can live an eternity together
In moments and dreams and hopes and admist all impossibilities
Let me believe some people really stick by you
During happiness and misery alike
Let me be naive
Let me be heartbroken
But Oh God, let me be alive
Just this once
I want to be alive.

Reverie

I tell myself it’s okay
It’s okay to lose a friend I thought I’ll explore the world with
It’s okay not to be loved back
It’s okay not to feel anything sometimes
It’s okay to feel a little too much at times
It’s okay to cry myself to sleep at nights
It’s okay to wake up feeling numb most mornings
And It’s okay not to be okay all the time
A day shall rise tomorrow
The same sun yet a new day
A day if not of joy, that of less pain probably
A day of hope which is currently lost
A day of smiles even if they’re broken
A day of gaining even if I have to lose most of it afterwards
A day of less agony
A day less like a night
A day more like a day.

Drunk On Love

Something I wrote when I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep without jotting down the thoughts boggling up my ever-vexed mind.

We’re the odds
We’re the misfits
We’re the innocents
We’re the real ones
But Oh, such a pity My love,
They call us the weirdos
They think we’re uncanny
To the lake when we go
They watch the waves
Resonate with our souls
O my, they’re so naive
For not they know
We’re just brave
Brave enough to accept our souls
Just like they’ve learned
Over the ages
Never to accept their bodies
As they find them shameful and despicable
So they put up a masquerade
To deceive one another
That’s how we’re different perhaps
We’re the open books
For not we ever hide
Our souls, we see
As ethereal packets of energy and love
The ones which when illuminate
Give out the radiations of Love and His oneness
They think we don’t know
How to live in this world
Let me ask them just for once
Do you even know how to live at all?
When we throw our hands
In the air as free
They laugh at us
Who’ll catch them they say
O my, they’re so naive
For each time we throw them out
With no one to reach
The wind is always there to see
And so it takes our hands in her hands
And with wind we fly ’round them
‘Round their pitiful lil’ houses
‘Round the places they claim are heavens
From up above where we dwell
They look so tiny
And so insignificant
And their cars they take so much pride in
O my, how naive they’re
They think we’re lost when we walk
Through the forests and plains
And rivers and seas
High and low, wide and narrow
They sleep fast while we stay up
The stars, they show us the path
And guide us all along
They think we’re lost
O, why not they know
We can find ourselves
Only once we’re torn and lost.
So let us dance
And get drunk on Love
And listen closely, my dear friend,
The universe will guide us
With it’s rhythm and bow
Let us dance
Round and round
Let us get lost
In the rhythm of Love
To discover the secrets
No one has ever known
Let us get lost
In the rhythm of Love
To find what we’ve lost
To find what we’ve lost

The Pariah

I was once a shining star

Now I’m but a burning scar

The dreams I once saw seem so far

My hopes perished with the ash of cigar

Days and nights all spent in a bar

Staring the moon through the window ajar

I sit and play my old guitar

And secretly crave for the cookiejar

While everyone around wants castles and cars

But aren’t these ideas merely subpar?

Or is it only me who finds it bizarre

In this world which runs on dollars and dinars.

Darkness of the society mars

The genuineness of my soul by far

Oh my guardian where you are

I have searched the plains near and far

Come take me to the exemplar

Or show me where’s the lodestar

Who’ll guide me through this chaotic hour

And help me rise like a young Jaguar

My passions must subdue the old eschar

I need not to give an ear to their lour

Then my dreams wouldn’t seem so far

And I could again be a shining star!

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Let me filter all the dreams through the dream catcher.