Should I be grateful to have silent beauty around me?
But then why does a vainful smile emerge at my lips whenever I open my eyelids and roll up my iris to see the white sky?
Why does the touch of the brown earth beneath my foot has become so hard?
Why is the sun lying tall?
Why it rained no more? Why has the rainbow refused to give appearance?
Why has the little bird become a dead, hard, discolored, metallic piece?
Why don't the flowers smell?
Why doesn't the grass grow anymore?
Why has the motion lost its existence?
Why the fluid drips through my eyes on looking at the shades of milky green around me? Why has the universe taken a shape of four closed walls? Is it shrinking? Am I the only living being left on the earth?
Should I stand up and find the parallel world at the other side of door?
But I myself closed this door once. I remember how it used to look.
I remember how I got hurt whenever I tried to smile.
How I got betrayed whenever I tried to trust.
How I became blind whenever I tried to see beauty.
How I became handicap whenever I tried to touch happiness.
How my hands got nailed whenever I tried to hold love.
How I got burned whenever I tried to get the warmth of affection.
How the last penny was stolen whenever I felt hungry.
How I was hanged whenever I became thirsty.
How I was buried whenever I wished freedom.
How I was stabbed to death whenever I tried to live.
How Death never came.
I shall never open the door again and shall remain at this side of the door.
But then why does a vainful smile emerge at my lips whenever I open my eyelids and roll up my iris to see the white sky?
Why does the touch of the brown earth beneath my foot has become so hard?
Why is the sun lying tall?
Why it rained no more? Why has the rainbow refused to give appearance?
Why has the little bird become a dead, hard, discolored, metallic piece?
Why don't the flowers smell?
Why doesn't the grass grow anymore?
Why has the motion lost its existence?
Why the fluid drips through my eyes on looking at the shades of milky green around me? Why has the universe taken a shape of four closed walls? Is it shrinking? Am I the only living being left on the earth?
Should I stand up and find the parallel world at the other side of door?
But I myself closed this door once. I remember how it used to look.
I remember how I got hurt whenever I tried to smile.
How I got betrayed whenever I tried to trust.
How I became blind whenever I tried to see beauty.
How I became handicap whenever I tried to touch happiness.
How my hands got nailed whenever I tried to hold love.
How I got burned whenever I tried to get the warmth of affection.
How the last penny was stolen whenever I felt hungry.
How I was hanged whenever I became thirsty.
How I was buried whenever I wished freedom.
How I was stabbed to death whenever I tried to live.
How Death never came.
I shall never open the door again and shall remain at this side of the door.
1 comment:
"There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception" - Aldous Huxley
This particular quote inspired Jim Morrison to write and he created songs/poetry, with his band The Doors, in a short span of 3 years, which continue to inspire and be liked even now - nearly 40 years after his death.
I guess, it's worth a shot opening up the doors and try taking a peek into the *known*
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