Liquid Dream

Recursive dreams,
Bursting at its seams,
Some happy and some of sorrow,
Laughing and crying like there’s no tomorrow,

Shameless pride,
Of an exquisite bride,
Is mending a broken stick,
While tripping the light fantastic,

Light at the end of a tunnel,
The liquid dream drops through a funnel,
A sashay into an uncharted domain,
Or maybe it’s a high priest’s ordain,

Is a bright red love’s synapse,
A beautiful mind’s relapse?
And I see light at the end of a tunnel,
As my liquid dream gushes through a funnel

soliloquy - Scene 1

The day is done. Now officially hooked and as Ganesh puts it, I’m hooked, booked and finally not too long from now, cooked.

Morpheus: Take the Blue pill and you’ll stay in the wonderland forever; Take the Red pill and I’ll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes …

Neo: I swear I haven’t a clue which pill I popped … Oh Poop! Did the ophthalmologist say I had colour blindness when I visited him last month?

Eyewitness: Goodbye Dorothy, Kansas is going bye bye.

Neo: This was not supposed to happen … the Oracle told me my first one wouldn’t work

Oracle: … like they teach in Harvard; “Like your first love, your first business fails too”.

Neo: But…this ain’t business right? Maybe, the Oracle is wrong…

Oracle: Nope…there still could be many a slip between the cup and the lip.

Neo: Damn…now which pill did I pop?

Would be In-Laws: We’ve got him

Crowd: Will he survive?

Oracle: Time alone will tell…but where’s the architect?

Scented Mayweed

Somewhere I feared my five point theory was baseless and unwarranted. The spider’s net wasn’t really appealing and didn’t look too comfortable. Just wasn’t “inviting” enough for my liking. And just then came, a strong gale, to douse this fire away…and hailed for the longest period I’ve known.