After a long long time!

The swollen eye bleeds.
Slowly, slowly
Drops down the wasted love,
Killing its own death.
Off it goes,
Blanketing my flushed cheeks,
Through my lips:
That once was his favorite haunt.
Colouring and discolouring, all at once.
An interim between life and death,
The sanatorium for a madwoman,
A redemption for a lost poet.
Let my blood kiss the ground,
Just like a verse with a clanking sound.
Juggling across this anguish and pain,
In a vicious cycle without any gain.
So off I let the eye bleed,
Slowly, slowly
To kiss the ground.

~D

Labyrinth of suffering.

"A book a day keeps the reality away" I came across this line quite a long back and as a reader completely abide by every single word of the above mention line. How amazing it is to wake up out of your cozy bed ( actually that is not so amazing), then pushing yourself to make a cup of coffee for yourself and then, finally reading a book sipping the coffee and the story simultaneously. If you ask me what an idealistic life would be, I will give you a picture of this. Of course this is only possible when you earn a good fortune and have no other commitments towards anything. It looks like a dream. But the glitch is we live in reality and reality beg to differ.


I have been reading continuously one book after the other since January and it has done a good work on me. You can refer the new blog's title to infer. There have been days I have stayed up all night just to complete the last 100 pages or so. Endless coffee making, turning and tossing on the bed and convincing my mind to sleep. These are the perk for being stumbled upon a good book. I don't know what people really extract from books or reading. But considering the fact I live in a world where heads I win and tails you lose, books seem to have become my escapade.


So, the other night I was reading Kafka on the shore and it just transports me to a whole different world. If you don't ave enough money to travel. Buy a book, and you can travel through your books. It works as a tranquilizer and stimulant. Like my grand father says it is not important how many days you lived, it counts how many days you smiled.


Take up anything that takes you away from the agony of your life. Escape the labyrinth, because that is what that counts.