Sweet melancholy and desperate happiness

We breathe deeper and our pulse recedes

Our body lightens to see the possibilities

Are we consciously dreaming or are we sub consciously reasoning?

If the melancholy seems so sweet why do people avoid it so much?

We see the relativity of time

It moves but that doesn’t matter

For us everything’s still and drifts forever

There is satisfaction in the sadness and pain in the joy!

 

Drifting consciously, not realizing what we see and what we don’t

Reality seems more like a dream

If dreaming reality is what’s demanded of us

Is it really dreaming or is our reality invading our subconscious

If receding from that should be, is not recommended

Can we see the spiral into which our life’s descended?

Will we not indulge in the desperate happiness everyone’s in?

 

The normal rules don’t apply

When I stretch the boundaries to wonder why

As I indulge myself in floating my mind

Music of Pink Floyd begins to unwind

As my body feels a slow, slow shiver

I consider not making an endeavor

For the desperate happiness everyone desires

And catch a fleeting glimpse of a dream that still exists

The dream is to drift, drift endlessly

Like a coffin in the ocean and not a log in the river

Stay afloat please, the hunger’s still unsatisfied

 

- Anand