Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Lost grooves

Block by block, I built my reveries
reaching the sky, one on top of the other.
They weren’t stable and often jumped pieces
like monkeys in an antic play;
to make me smile, to see me tickled
by tiny joys in its unfitting grooves and sated levels
of imagination,
until one day another traveler in my life
shook them with his stick.
Really hard.
His name was Reality he said;
and he tore apart my dreams
bit by bit,
as it all crashed taking me down with the million pieces
that I painstakingly and lovingly created.
Some bruises later,
I only stood up;
held it all in my tiny fist
and began to build it all over again.
Only now, there is a taste of reality
in its sliced being.
Like cutting onions for a tasty meal
I bore the tears through invisible eyes. 
image from the internet 


  1. bloody beautiful :)
    good work

  2. @ Niranjani Venkatraman- thanks akka..
    @Deepak- heya! Thanks man :)

  3. welcome to the real world...reality bites but the lesson is worth the experience for it helps us grow and deal with the all the sh** the rest of our lives throw at us...loved the verses Hema.

  4. @ Ganeshji- I know. Reality sucks in a way.. but then that would be real living. Worse is when it comes in the way of reveries and spoils that too. Guess it helps us deal with the world as you said. Thank you..

    @Mathi- Long time no see :) Thank you.

  5. Wonderfully expressed Hema. Reality waits for us to build our dreams and then erases it all in seconds.

  6. Absolutely Ashwini. The funniest and most tragic yet optimistic part is that we always build it all again. And thanks man!

  7. This is beautiful. :) I think that each time we rebuild our dreams, it gets slightly more 'real'.

  8. The Great Raisin- Don't you think our end results will mostly end up being just real and probably not even a fraction of what the dreams were? Thanks. :)


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