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Icarus

Icarus

by Aditya Mankad 0 Comments

I am trapped in this pillars of lies,
Walls closing on me from inside.
As I fly to the end of sea,
I search for an answer;
to “what’s my destiny?”
I wish I had not turned a blind eye,
To what I thought was a lie.
But what do I do?
How could I have possibly seen through?
Through the words which often deceived,
And eyes which always grieved.
But now that I am here;
I fear what he said was true,
What do I do?
Should I go too close to blue?
Or shall I take in all the red?
Should I burn and wither?
Or shall I suffocate to the ocean’s bed?
Lies were those which said;
“All you need are wings to fly”
Look how they melt in the burning sky.
As I fall to down till eternity;
It strikes me.
What I am and how I would soon be.
I would remain not just ashes but much more.
My name would be called upon for years to come.
As a sign of failure,
Asking them to give up.
But as my wings melt;
All I have to say is,
I am the one who tried;
To escape or die from who lied.
So remember me for what I stood for,
Not what I did,
Remember me as a person
who would chose to take a leap,
over hiding in a corner and weep.

Who was Icarus?

In Greek mythology, Icarus (the Latin spelling, conventionally adopted in English; Ancient Greek: Ἴκαρος, Íkaros, Etruscan: Vikare[1]) is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus’s father warns him first of complacency and then of hubris, asking that he fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea’s dampness would not clog his wings or the sun’s heat melt them. Icarus ignored his father’s instructions not to fly too close to the sun, whereupon the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea.

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I close my eyes to make it go;
But it comes back again.
scares me more than a nightmare.
I open my mouth to scream for help,
only to find out that I have lost my ability;
to repair.
I try to smile and I succeed,
I have glued that mask to turn myself into a breed.
A breed which knows how to survive,
But is broken inside like an old toy.
I know I am damaged goods but I know it not just enough.
Enough to pull myself up and try.
I just don’t feel anything at all,
All those emotions are nothing more than a blur.
And I think I am even less,
I feel like I am the unintended blot of ink;
A crumpled paper at the bottom of the bin;
A failed attempt at an art;
I just want someone to look at me;
And tell me it’s alright before I set myself free.
I just want someone to be there,
While I fail at every attempts to repair.
But I know this and so do you,
I would never be the same again,
“Normal” is what you call it.
I would always have those creases and those scars,
I will always wake up and sweat for hours;
I will be not more than burned ashes,
I would still have mask,
A piece of me will always remain torn;
I will never truly move on.

Self-ish

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As I wandered in the alleys of the past,
Some choices I’ve had made; left me aghast.
There were times like these-
I was in a never-ending maze,
Ones where even light fears to let in a ray.
How can I stand and let someone take away what’s mine?
How can I let them rip my heart to shreds and say that I am fine?
I am not that mellow, no.
And so aren’t you.
Even the learned has said;
“It is better to be violent,
If your heart says so”.
What would you do if you were me?
Would you be the shadow or the light?
Would you back down or give a fight?
I did so too,
Violently,
Fearlessly,
Selfishly,
Claimed;
NO, asked for what was mine.
And I would do that every other time.
I have heard it in tell-all tales,
And seeped it in the half-heard lullaby.
How every ill deed goes punished,
And a selfish act leaves us tarnished.
But as I grew I finally saw,
How tales were made to soften the blow.
It is the law and I intend not to defy,
I will snatch those wings;
every time I have an opportunity to fly.
There is one lesson that always remains.
Death, Time and Fate finds it way.
“It is going to happen anyway”
And if you have to fool yourself to do what you must;
Here’s something which will make you feel just.
Even the moon is innocent in a way,
Still it can’t stop a wave going to the bay.
It has to do what it has to,
And so do you.

The Odds

The Odds

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As we hold hands there comes a question,
A rhetorical that wants an answer.
I know what you’re going to say,
How could we ever be?
“The Sun and the Sea?
The Moon and the Wolf?
What, are you crazy?”
Maybe I am,
And I see your eyes squint;
In approval.
Remember the dreams these humans have?
How Naive and Brave they are at the same time.
Why can’t we be that too?
Turn a blind eye to the obvious,
As if it’s an illusion re-named as truth.
Oh yes! it is improbable, no?
How can it ever be?
Well look at us as we stand on the shore,
I; yearning for the wind, You; dying for the sea.
Oh we had already crossed the awe;
When you fell for me.
The world gasped; the society cussed;
And as fate and destiny laughed;
Reality hissed,
“You can not be one;
Don’t be fools;
You are too good to be true,
You are beacons of what will never be,
Your existence (together) has chances
less than fantasy, or null or a lochness monster in the sea”
And yet here we are;
Defying every law there could be;
Trying to explain Love;
once and for all;
And as we scream,
our echo reaches the infinity.
We are always going to be,
Close to each other;
Just not close enough.

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