Again & Yet Again

My City Mumbai....Is Hit By Blasts Yet Again...Innocent Lives Lost...For How Long Do We Tolerate These Attacks.. Try To Move On...Again & Again Old Wounds Are Scratched

The city which gives a second chance......
Where hope springs from the dead's grave.
'Terror' tagging along as the city's bride,
Justice is what we crave.
Everytime regaining the lost pride.
A mokery of our patience,
A slap on our face,
Yet we tolerate the nonsence,
The government stumbles in the haze.
The city which gives a second chance.......

Chimera Or Reality...

Dreams whisper only what you know,
The idea foments to slowly grow.
Subconscious mind knocks on the door,
Seamless thoughts begin to pour.
You are transported to a distant land,
Ruminate on the footprints left on sand.
The very thought you wish to avoid,
Crawls in, sucks you in a void.
Nothing but a matter less extension of your soul,
Unintentionally, mind takes in full control.
Facing the things that scare you the most,
Cold hand of fear grips you like a ghost.
Jumping with sudden delight,
Screaming with numb icy fright.
Head on collision with your innermost desire,
Truth unravels sans any fancy attire.
Mysterious happenings all around,
The dream leaves you spellbound.
Reasoning takes in a different angle,
No longer bounded between crevices of a triangle.
A memoir feeling of a déjà vu,
A moment lived from a different view.
A sudden fall from a candy floss cloud,
You feel claustrophobic in crowd.
Suddenly you dream of a ray of hope,
Tough times you wish to cope.
Standing under the starry chameleon sky,
The divine feeling of the dreamy eye.
What if this life is a dream?
If things are not as they seem?
A dream within dream as in ‘Inception’,
A figment of subliminal imagination.
May be that’s what happens when we die,
In some other world we open our eyes.