The Disorderly Emotions of Robert Layne

By Vihaan Kulkarni

This is not me

This is not happening

The sky lost its contrast

The blues are faded

The red is wiped

Yellows, Pinks all are swiped

The painter in the sky is lost

The glow is gone and the sun is waiting for the frost

The wind gets colder

As my body shrinks under the weight of the massive boulder

The boulder is pressing fast

To meet the expectations are long last

The body shivers for a break

As the winter is colder than the fakes

Friends, Family are there but till when

The long last sense of alienation has just begun

The skies will go the ocean loses its blue

As the night approaches I miss the few

Few people in life are angelic

The way, the talk, and the move is enough for my stomach to panic

The joy, the laughs, the tears, the hug of warmth

I shake when I see the future that lies beforth

The episodes of depression, anxiety gets worse

The nights I sleep I hope that life wasn’t a curse

The endearment towards the ones I care

Makes me want to go through life like a hare

Skin is glowing, my eyes shine

Feel like the child inside of me is back from the shrine

The painter is back from his break

As the sky is as beautiful as the Wular Lake

The lingering ghost of my past still holds still

As the faded white man goes through my will

The faded white man is nobody else but the past

As he sails away raising his mast.

As my time comes to an end

I lie in my in bed waiting

Waiting for my dearest friend.

I sense a bright light burning my eyes

As I wake up to my suprise

I see Robert Layne right before my eyes

The angsty, depressed soul

I cry out as my eyes are swol

The person I see is a reflection

The reflection of the old me.

I hug Robert Layne as he does the same

To pass on this body is life’s game.

I shutter for a second as my body ascends

I am free again as the birds and stop the game of pretend.

Past, Present and The Future are nothing but synonyms of the universe

I close my eyes to realize what I deserve.

“I deserve peace” said Robert Layne

As his soul ascends to a higher plane.

By Vihaan Kulkarni