Chasing your alchemist
A man does best what he revels in; he revels in what he does best. Woolgathering for one's fantasized alchemist never does end. The butchers and the poets, all stand on the same platform in the dream-world. Dream on, and we are all geniuses. Follow the omens and fly to an unknown land: with or without the fear of the unknown. But perhaps hand in hand with that of the known.
Where to start, where to move and finally where to land up: not as easy as literature itself! If just, if at all making decisions that drive your life: sometimes away from you, were all that easy. If just, if at all decisions were not to act as the movers and shakers of future decisions that follow. If just, if at all the fury were not to create a hole: lava exploding within its own fury, always sucking you in.
Dreams: the bait to keep pushing even in the face of failure, just that extra mile. They take you on and beyond, but still never quite there where you dream. Dream: a dewdrop shinning brightly, luring the traveler but fading away as dawn breaks. Dreams: a playman’s bioscope, phantasy through pipage.
Dreams come true? Why would we dream them if they don’t! This assumes that life does not assume a stand to be willfully discriminatory. But does it sometime feel like pushing an already revolving door, or like barricading it. Welcome to the real world. “Reality is a question whose answer relies on individual perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible”. Ever tried facing it, reality? Good. Petty issues assume grotesque proportions, sometimes. Something they leave a bad taste in your mouth. Sometimes we weave ourselves into countless nameless uncertainties. Sometimes? But do they anytime bear anything more than running away from unrelenting pressures to face an unrelenting despot?
Still chasing your alchemist? Dream on.
Where to start, where to move and finally where to land up: not as easy as literature itself! If just, if at all making decisions that drive your life: sometimes away from you, were all that easy. If just, if at all decisions were not to act as the movers and shakers of future decisions that follow. If just, if at all the fury were not to create a hole: lava exploding within its own fury, always sucking you in.
Dreams: the bait to keep pushing even in the face of failure, just that extra mile. They take you on and beyond, but still never quite there where you dream. Dream: a dewdrop shinning brightly, luring the traveler but fading away as dawn breaks. Dreams: a playman’s bioscope, phantasy through pipage.
Dreams come true? Why would we dream them if they don’t! This assumes that life does not assume a stand to be willfully discriminatory. But does it sometime feel like pushing an already revolving door, or like barricading it. Welcome to the real world. “Reality is a question whose answer relies on individual perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible”. Ever tried facing it, reality? Good. Petty issues assume grotesque proportions, sometimes. Something they leave a bad taste in your mouth. Sometimes we weave ourselves into countless nameless uncertainties. Sometimes? But do they anytime bear anything more than running away from unrelenting pressures to face an unrelenting despot?
Still chasing your alchemist? Dream on.
posted by Kapil Sundrani @ 4:43 AM
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