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FAR FROM THE MADDENING WORLD by Divya Kapoor

Dreams are doors…

They are our escape from the mindless world. We usually dream of deep-felt desires which our brain conceives to be unconquerable. Such desires usually lay hidden in our subconscious mind. They are shielded from the senses and are only felt, without a proof! Dreams are intriguing, powerful, faultless and fearless. They are beyond the shackles of society-stricken life. They are freedom.

I drafted this while travelling back home in a bus when a glaring headlight from another vehicle blurred my vision. I then imagined a sidewalk where I could keep walking in the dark, carelessly guided by a semblance of light. This was a surreal vision. Our realities are far from it. But we live both: our dreams and our realities. 

Far From the Maddening World
by Divya Kapoor

Far from the maddening world exists another me.
Straying along stretches,
In some abstract lanes,
Eyeless hopes drive me keen.

Dark and soft firmament,
Cluttered with radiance and luminance of stars,
Casting its glow on the grass wet with dew,
Along the sidewalks to a dream distant and far,

From miles down the pavement,
Diverges a cone of light engulfing all,
With roots enigmatic and deep,
A few yards before me, it stalls.

While I am drawn curious,
Walking towards the impalpable,
With every reaching step,
The distance to cover doubles,

Provoked I run towards it,
Finding it a mission to explore
Fearless and audacious, I
Analyze less and live more,

But there I am, abruptly stopped
At the realization of a waking dream,
Coming alive from an adventure panorama,
The world is not what it seemed.

This is but a conscience smitten world,
Where I would have dared less, feared more
Assuming it an illusion, a fault of the vision,
Comfortable in my blanket, closing blurred doors…..


Divya Kapoor: I am a Software Engineer by profession. As a kid, I loved collecting literary stuff. I was a regular with Speaking Tree and other Self-healing books. I used to scribble words on my diary just casually not realizing that one day this would become a ladder of rejuvenation in my life. I started writing; like ‘Writing’, a few years back and I enjoy the beauty everything around starts to manifest in the process. People inspire me. Nature guides me. Writing paddles me to a larger periphery of life. It brings me joy.



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Comments

  1. awsum lines...and a complete very beautiful poetry...
    nice keep it up!!!

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  2. Shailaja ParamathmaApril 21, 2023 at 6:08 AM

    Wow! This is lyrical writing. It makes me dream and leaves me sad but it doesn't stop being beautiful. Kudos to your moving writing Divya.

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    1. Thankyou Shailaja, it is sad right, there is so much within us we are always fiddling with

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