Scribbles by Sudhansh

Show me a heart unfettered by foolish dreams..
And I’ll show you a happy man

– But only in his dreams can a man be truly free,
It was always thus, and thus will always be.

Can dreams be painted on the canvas of life though?
Years past, I’d say they couldn’t
Though I believed the absurdity was worthwhile..
To look back and wonder whether Freud, Jung or Lacan were the stalwarts world knew them as…
Royal road to unconscious innit?
For a while I pondered over some whatifery
What if they were signs of an impending occurrence?
What if the stalwarts said horseshit all along?
What if they were an unwalkable road to another world?
What if the question of trauma was real?
What if? What if? What if? Etcetera.
I say they ain’t a code to decipher
Or a puzzle to break down restlessly
Or a shit to break your balls over…
I say shut ‘em up & man up
I say paint the canvas with your goddamn sword
I say break the walls of imbecility and crush the seed of validation right away…
Beneath your feet,
Beneath the act of bravery,
Beneath a deep seated malice for weakness
And use the blood of your dreams to create a new age,
A new beginning…
For yourself and those who follow…
To be a force to reckon!
To become the God you never had!