Reality or illusion?

On a typical Saturday afternoon, lounging by a steaming cup of americano...I couldn't help but ponder over this old quote by the legendary Oscar Wilde, I came across a few days back.

Within its context, it implies that great poets pen about the dreams that they can’t live and the ones that manage to realize their magic are too engrossed living the illusion.There is no expression left, as expression and realization happen through action, rather than scribbling on a blank canvas.Beautiful moments lived in discretion and building magic in real is a form of art in itself.

The quote is a self-provoking analogy. As an avid analyzer of things, I can’t bring myself to pour out my beautiful moments to the paper. The recurring truth and the magic that I keep living is destined to be the truth of my reality and the zillions of stories or the truth that floods in my mind or keeps me awake all night are the memoirs I treasure close to my heart and these are the ones that would never see the daylight of life.The magical world...the beautiful stories are within me and are only for me.

Xoxo

Unicorns are real

The younger-me never doubted the existence of miracles and magic. The idea of immersing yourself in an illusionary world where you get to be what your heart desires ,intrigued me.Everything from the chirping of birds, to the aroma of homemade oven bakes, to the twinkling of stars on a cold night, the warmth of hot molten chocolate, felt magical. The belief that the fairy Godmother can transform you into a little princess and relocate you magically into the woods filled with candy floss and unicorns, fades as soon you get caught up with putting out the proverbial fire and work around trying to switch from one frame of life to another...The existence of logic in life blurs our belief in magic...life is too short to be stuck in mundane duties and trivial worries...it doesnt hurt to step back, breathe some life to the inner child that wants to be let  loose and explore the world in rose tinted glasses....magic can be unlocked if you embrace it..accept it and cultivate it in you...there is no logical reasoning to the existence ,but the power of belief can unleash the magic in your life...you can be the Alice and wander in the woods or be the wonder woman of your life and bravely fight out the enemies...be present..be you..believe in the power of universe and sprinkle come magic confetti and strut like a princess on fire....and yes #unicornsarereal 

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Ipshi

ThE rEfLeCtIoN!!!...........

I walk into myself, to feel the withering of the psyche
I gaze into my own reflection that seems disparate...
The reverie appears to have faded, which is no rife
And the clouds unmoved, beckon my soul to migrate....

I walk into myself, reckoning the broken mirror
I gather the shattered pieces....
But the vague pieces pierce through the lifeless skin making a furor
The cry went unheard; the cacophony was confined to the pieces....

The call of dusk seeps in...I gulp the tears of blood
I give myself up....
I linger for a faint beam to see my own conduit of life...
I implore for a change in the current weather of dryness after the long night of darkness....

I walk into myself, with a whiff of life, with a new hope, with dried tears & cold smile...
I strive to touch the beaming rays of vigor...
But my quavering hands didn’t reach the lighted pile
I grasp the stoic truth, with its rigor

The call of dawn seeps in, there is light in & out...
I yearn to give myself...
I linger to merge the new delusion into my life... all in vain
I see & hear an unsullied day...but incapable of feeling it...
I walk into myself, to find myself walking the walk in solitude deprived of life...
~~~IPSITA~~~~

MuTeD

Still wondering...what’s wrong with me ??is the world pacing up, or am I walking slowly?

I remember walking on the street by myself in the evening. The crowd around me was in sheer hurry to reach itz destination, cars honking, buses over crowded, peddlers waiting for the signal to turn green so that they can rush into their homes where their loved ones shall be waiting for their arrival. It was probably one of those moments when my mind turns mute, stops responding, the sounds of the techno nature fills in my ears....i was totally lost in the crowd around me...like a carcass body, i was unable to see, feel, hear anything..except for the noises around... i have taken this road umpteenth times before but still it looks different today....i walked in, the road looked familiar to me.... similar to the road which I used to take few years back...miles away from the place I am in currently....the same road which was taken by my school vanl, where I spent uncountable moments yapping about nothing at all...mocking people who barely have anything to do with my life....laughing insanely without any reason...

It suddenly reminded me of my kindergarten days...when all 4 of us from my family would start an expedition in full spree to absolutely nowhere,laughing, talking over the small sibling fights...

ummm.... anyhow...life's completely different now.... I have to complete my assignment as fast as i can...i remember asking for a black sheet of paper..not again!! Black! Again some Goth topic...do i really like gothic stuff?? Guess not...well anyhow 2yrz down the lane, i was a pink freak

.then a pasta packet...I never liked them before...but yeah..my taste has changed over a period of time....I will manage it for tomorrow’s dinner......but yeah..forgot..i have classes till late, so wont be in a condition to cook my dinner. So ready to eat would work...

Life seems so slow when things don’t happen the way u had expected...the road which i could have walked with my loved ones is walked by me in solitude, maybe i was too busy looking high up into the sky to relish the sight of beautiful birds flying to celebrate their freedom...or was looking down kicking the small pebbles lying on the road, that made me miss the moments that could have only felt in normal view line...

on my way back, i saw the 4 yr old daughter of my house maid, a familiar face..i passed a smile, that provoked an innocent smile on her lips....

I walked back home, waiting for a beaming face to open the door for me...

Just realized that...what it might seem to you might not be how it is in reality....

i hastily searched for my keys...opened the door, switched on the lights, pondering over the submission that’s due next Saturday. i had waited for an entire week to get an offday today.. Cant wait for tomorrow to move in to the place where i don’t belong...where i am nothing more than ‘Ipsi’...where i pass fake smiles to all, have forgotten how it looks when one smiles with the heart....but this is where i always wanted to be...this is what i have chosen for myself....the world's on mute...n is definitely acting deaf ears to all my queries....one more day of my life has come to an end......& i recall nothing but the naive smile of that baby girl....

life is beautiful...but unfortunately...i have never been a good admirer of beauty..

~~~~IPSITA~~~

fRoM mY eYeS..!!

The fragments of my illusionary life are wrecks sublime....

Yearning to be discovered until I plunge into the layers of bliss,

I see, I hear, I feel a bewitched elevation that leads me to a world...so unknown

With conviction in heart, desires in eyes...I walked the walk...talked the talk...n headed towards a nameless destination...

Reality unfolds...I break out of my illusion

I open my eyes...I envisage the trail so uncertain...yet promising....

The journey begins with the dawn that assures verve of innocence...

Longing to be screened by the eternal love of his blood...

I see, I hear, I feel the whiff of purity that emerges from the glistening gaze of the fresh bud

That promises a life that matches my imagination

The inquisitiveness seeps in to the life of the budding bud...

& sink in to a world where incongruity rules and reason fades into oblivion

i see, i hear, i feel...the beauty reaching its peak,

The blooming flower assures to paint the days ahead with the colors of passion

Wishing to conquer the world with the power of beauty...

& quenching the unbearable urge to give vent to my expectation..

I see, I feel, I hear...the emotions guiding the unruly heart beat...

Love is in the air, i am afraid that this ecstatic start can abruptly end without any revelation...

The best phase of this journey.

.wishing to get lost in the aura of compassion..

But the reality seizes by the throat..

The lines that one articulates are the only culmination...

The fragments of my illusionary life are wrecks sublime...

Yearning to be shrouded until I plunge into the layers of empathy

I see, I hear, I feel the dark dots merged with the emotions so immaculate...

The innocence is lost in the world of shadowy musings

Blinded by the unfounded inferences borne out of the fallacies....

Turning into a zombie, a puppet of shadowy flesh, coveting for a life in compensation

I see, I hear, I feel, with the tears flowing thru the veins of my lifeless carcass body...

I gape at the sordid cesspool, feeling the dreams as I introspect....

Coveting to move on & on & on screening my exasperation

The journey that displayed an array of vibrant colors

That taught me to walk with adulation

The expedition of knowledge, faith, emotions... starts to dawdle

I see, I hear, I feel the contention in the brooding eyes...living in a neutral state of being..

Desiring to float in the air with the conscience that had guided throughout....

The dusk nears down...ready to close the eyes & merge in the white world that awaits....

The journey doesn’t end here...

i see, i hear, i feel...a life ahead of life located in the ecstatic land of utopia..

~~~IPSITA~~