“…has the appearance of an organism lovely with color and juice, but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil; or the almighty state.”
“A Clockwork orange refers to a mechanically responsive human.”
[Anthony Burgess]
Transcend.
Stand. Speak.
Act greater than God.
Get into the brain cells of
each and everyone out there.
Transfix.
You be them.
Let them be you.
Conquer.
Rule.
Then, wake up.
‘You what, an effin’ Alexander?’
Hey,
Did he win the whole world?
For a change though,
let us be real.
Let our objectives be on earth.
Let us hope for
a good cup of tea for a start.
Ah wait! Before that…
let us hope to be the first one
in toilet.
A crowded place is where we live.
A group of strangers
from places we’ve never seen,
speak languages we never knew
is with whom we live.
The odor of the nights left behind all over,
the attempts to run the past night off
and to start the different day with same old shit,
the strangers who roam in front of you…
Is there any trace of their dreams in their faces?
the strangers who roam in front of you…
Is there any trace of their dreams in their faces?
Is there any trace of your dreams in your face?
Find yourself in the mirror.
Tell me what you are searching in it for.
The sad story,
that ends in a failed mission.
Will you ever find what you are looking for?
First of all, tell me,
Do you know what you are looking for?
Pull yourself.
Wear your masquerade of the day.
Get on to the safe hands of clock.
Race against the time.
Take a wild ride.
Time against the race.
Search for you in the strangers you see.
Learn and forget -
The eternal truth behind the dog’s tail.
The person whom you are talking to,
Do you like him?
Is it necessary that you like him?
Huh, Is it even necessary that it is him?
He seems though listening to you carefully.
But the words you speak,
Will you listen to those carefully?
Perhaps not.
Get praised for what you are not.
Be scared.
Very scared to show what you are,
Not to what not.
See those who all with you
for that, and..
smile.
Howl for the times that you’ve not met
for whom you really are.
March on.
The lost chances.
The unused smiles.
The missed trains.
The dried up tears.
Blame yourself
for there is no second world.
There’s only one,
This one.
And you are all alone,
the crying clown…
Unknown.
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Watch the day pass you by
as yesterday and tomorrow.
Watch the dusk fill in front
of your eyes.
Find joy in the dark,the wind and the solitude.
Undress the feelings.
Stand without the masquerades.
Face the moments that made you
Cherish and sick.
Blissful and gloomy.
Smart and foolish.
Or hey wait…
Do you have the guts for them?
Close your eyes.
Hide behind the slumber.
From the questions,
that chases you all your life.
Get succumbed into the vacuum.
Go behind the smoke that’s
going to engulf you tonight.
Like last night
and the night before.
Transcend.
