Is falling out of place can be falling into place?

We being humans, seek a safe haven over our heads. At least, that is how our Primary needs function. We grow up building castles, dollhouses, eventually big giant buildings. This concept of a safe haven stirs questions in my mind and makes me restless every now and then.

Every person harbors different meaning of safe haven in his head. It can be in the form of finding safe haven in a lover’s arms or an enormous amount of cash, in one’s life. It can be in the form of seeking affection from people or distancing yourself from THE PEOPLE!.

Then come the MISFITS, the restless kind!

Their thoughts never let them sleep. For them, safe havens are fictional, mythical! The misfits, the gypsies, and the nomads don’t rest. For them, the question is for HOW LONG a roof can be safe for them? What if the safe roofs and walls get barricaded by the most unexpected or irresilient circumstances? Where would we run to? Where would we run for?

Why are the Safe Havens, so unsafe for us in this transient world? Because the world is transient and our stay here cannot be prolonged.  The human mind is the cruelest thing, that could ever happen to the mankind. They aren’t shackled, they don’t understand the boundaries. In their wandering, in the chaos, they find peace. They find their safe havens.

Society calls them raptured. But the raptured just questions the euphoric, Is falling out of place can be falling into place? 

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Walking away to walk anew

I am tearing apart,

I won’t lie,

you pushed me from 

the brink of a mighty mountain.

My bruises are turning into

sour wounds.

My soul is wrecked,

and mind still wants you back.

But, Heart detests you,

the heart that once loved you.

Of all my achings and sorrows,

I am burying your memories.

Let the justice restore itself.

Let God save me from my demoms

and for you! my prayers are not 

prayers anymore.

They are curses now.

I want to be selfish for some time,

till I learn to value my wretched self. 

My verses are weak and discordant.

Till then you laugh, 

because you’ll shriek in agony

one day soon. 

I am easing out my shoulders

from the baggage, that’s

not mine to carry.