Taking a flight to Mars last week,
I just returned to Earth.
Umm, Not Earth actually.
It isn’t universally acceptable;
When someone asks you, “Where are you from?”
You don’t say, “I am from Earth, duh. Why do you even ask such a thing?”
Instead, we all blabber about the different countries we reside in.
Demarcating humanity even within countries – the states.
(especially in a huge and diverse country like India.)
Basically in short to say,
“Hey! We all are different.”
Okay, yeah philosophically
We are different, unique.
But come on, you got what I wanted to say.
blah blah blah.
Why can’t we just say,
“I am an Earth-ian. Period.”
In some time then,
people would stop asking
such absurd questions
Mars, was just beautiful without defined beauty.
Had scars in a perfect way.
Burnt with an inevitable passion to collide with sun;
An urge to surpass Mercury and Venus,
(Because Earth is herself planning to become Sun)
which is though impossible
Yet, she is trying inexorably.
I didn’t comprehend that time, that competition
exists even there.
An invisible competition among the competitors is okay,
There is no life at Mars, it is said.
Nobody can live there,
No appropriate amount of oxygen.
But here too, you know the condition of oxygen.
I wanted to write something else,
I ended up writing something else.
The purpose of my visit,
Was to get away from the gruesome realities of my life,
Dismantling the partially ripped mind,
And rejuvenating the brain cells.
Believe me, it did help me.
But eventually I knew I had to return to my place.
To return to the same surroundings,
Come back to the same atmosphere,
It’s just one of the phases of my life when
Not for any substantial reason,
I find life meaningless, monotonous.
I am just melancholic to the whole existence of humanity.
But then a dream bangs the door of my mind at night,
Engenders hope and transcend my spirit to a land unknown.
I have written after a very very long time and this is also not satisfying. I am stuck in the mess created by my own mind. Time – I just don’t have it. And I badly want to write something beautiful, but I am just not able to. Anyway, I didn’t lose touch with WP, I was constantly reading all of my fellow bloggers work and was just cribbing about the fact I am unable to sew words.