Morpheus Writes!

08th August, 2016.

Almost a year ago, when it was my birthday, I was gifted a small diary, to jot down any random thought and ‘artwork’ which I might have at times. Naturally, it was a fix for a crack addict, or so was the sentiment behind it. I was grateful for such a considerate gift, a person who only knew me for 4 months had known me enough to gift me a diary. Something I might will never be able to do, possibly because I don’t observe that much maybe or maybe I am just bad at gifting stuff.

Anyways, as it should have dictated my life from that moment, I started jotting random stuff down in the diary. But the problem with me, as it always is, I jot down things almost everywhere, it becomes hard to keep a track of such things. Yet I tried and I still try; I haven’t filled a considerable amount, but there are things there, just random things. Let’s just put them up for a public display, yes?

03/11/15

“The kinder death wouldn’t

be just dying,

not in old age,

with wise shenanigans and lost thoughts.

Nothing more kinder,

that dying of an obsession,

a broken vanity and some

unwanted but existing designs.

A kinder death will be

a mad one!”

21/11/15

“How shall we dream?

Shall we just sleep?

Or shall we be wide awake?

In lucid world of dreaming?

Or just outside the doors,

onto the streets?

Where?

Somewhere!”

22/11/16

“31 cigarettes and a pile of ash;

An artificial rush of dopamine.

At the end of all this,

what remained

was a failed attempt.

To induce another amnesia!”

01/12/15

“Feelings are a more translucent form of action. Sometimes we are able to carry them out. Most of the times we just don’t! But it stays, right in the corner of your mind, right where you left it”.

11/12/15

“And suppose

that I sleep now,

what would be the chances?

To wake up at the end of the light?

At the never ending horizon, where

sleep fears to tread?

Where dreams are born!”

22/12/15

“one reasonable classification between them and us is the only fact that they’re blind. Or rather we finally can see”.

12/01/16

“Saw a girl reading Sherlock Holmes on train – she saw me reading Oscar Wilde. And maybe we smiled”.

19/01/16

“I’d write about you,

Every day,

Every face,

Every phase you go through.

But you don’t have to read them.

You already know.” (M to C)

20/01/16

“While you sleep safe,

I made a promise!

To be at your side

and not falter

at your worse”. (Mountain and River)

15/02/16

“I wish I can write more here.

But we wish so much!

Only if the changes we spent in a wishing well

paid off well.”

15/02/16

“The moon said – ‘you darken my thoughts’.

The Cloud said – ‘you light my existence’.

I said…

No, I said nothing, I just sat and wept.”

Undated

‘These pages would be so meaningless, without the touch which gave me reason. These pages would be so empty, and the ink would be so colorless like this. This is what happens when you go mad I guess!”

07/05/16

“A random thought that I saw in her.

And a promise I will make,

But,

Am I worth it?”

So these are the random thoughts that I had written down in this particular diary. Unfortunately, I so wish that there was more but then I have written things elsewhere also, so many things that I don’t even remember. So this is it I guess.

Reagards.