Clueless

How big a flirt this life, luring into alleys with dead ends, black holes of hope they attract you like a moth to fire, a gateway to a world you'd rather be on the other side. A world in which your senses fail or rather a world beyond the senses' perception. Blinded you are for distant vision, deaf you seem to faraway calls, numb to all feelings nice and bad, dumb to all those thoughts in your hat. You think and think and then you think again, what's this happening, cant be the world that is flattening, then what's going wrong, what's taking so long, the black holes are no more a mystery, the force of gravity has faded into history, then why cant the moth finds its fire,why cant the hobbit, see the way to his 'shire'?

serendipity

Thoughts lost in distant dreams
moments etched upon the memory stream
elation shouting in brazen screams
Life, so vivid, as if in surreal themes.

Hopes transform this world of reality,
bliss transcends the boundaries of enormity;
charting the way across the ocean of absurdity,
the waves guide you, through moments of obscurity..