Hydeye

"Three slivered colours contouring the wind. A flutter seeds the sky prayers woven in dark. Till the doppelgangers of dawn bring dew from lost eyes to make you squint. The fine print of capitalism is tattooed in your dreams. The landscape of your languor awaits filters to make it sell. The saffron taken from the blood of North and distilled, till it erupts as stones falling around buses to reclaim honour. The placid of the white for all the shrouds that men dying to mobs in streets will claim. And the green of the envy of the other that lives within, but was never with our withal to kin. Kin and kill. The Sisyphean fratricide writ in the spokes of the wheel that spins to wake and blink in the panopticon that shall measure our times and ilk. Raise the flags and let the games at gallows begin." ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #hydeye #republicday

"The skeleton arms arise like a maze that embrace you in their ravel, a dust stirs and grave settles once more. The body lies ensconced, a body awaiting a ghost; a seed awaiting the soil of spring chores. Grain by grain the earth shall chisel dreams to carve the sculpture of your longing, while you lie chanting the epitaphs till you will talk in echoes. Waking is remembrance, a piecing of history saved from the gushing drains of time. Soon the seconds will pour from the skies and little brooks shall soak the yellow pages of histories, mixing ink with blood. You gather the sinews, floating like paper boats in this pool; the bones will come to chalk the course destined. A moon unfurls like a sail catching a gust; your breaths come to rest like wreaths labyrinthine." ~daktar hyde #hydeye #everydaysurreal #teampixel_india #moon

"Coffee stained wings calm the tongue clicking it's claims on the roof of the mouth. The words lie prostate in protest at the barricading teeth; hostage and haven heaped along side. Touch pickets and poaches, eager emigrants folded and filed. You can find your story tucked in the archives. The big brother has uploaded all to cloud space; your virtual sentience searches the offline urns. You lie gathering dust in the ochre sunsets that taste of copper pennies. A grey screen flickers and you struggle to life; there are no afterlives online." ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #hydeye #punegram #teampixel

"You rise to see the graves glide like flames flickering at a mass; remembrance is a mirage after all. The seance rises like a gust till the candles twirl their wicks like skewers in the wind. The body rooted, stretches out in yearning. The night takes the soot and smears the ashes on your forehead. Your eyes close to the drizzle of flaking grey, a memory snows in your mind; her Kohl wrapped eyes that burnt like the sun. The burnished sky leans heavy with a sigh. A guttural gasp glows within your chest. You exhale to let go, but another breath drags you back to the heart shaped cage. Her name claws in blood in your lungs. The living don't escape; inhale." ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #hydeye #candles #2018

"In a blink you wish the night away, the call of the vortex slips in place in masquerade. The winds sweep like scythes, spinning the hourglass of time. Seconds like dust rise and become storms summoned from the beyond. An ache for that afterlife arises in your breast and you feel it's taste on your lips. Bitter almonds now sweet made. Your tongue lingers over the lips like a hesitant sigh at a tombstone. The stairs spiral away like unfounded moments, you kneel and caress her grave." ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #hydeye #teampixel_india #spiralstairs

"Tempted, you open the portal of ocean and step into its watery womb. The sky doesn't feel so far now after all as it descends all around you. Eyes open and flit away like bubbles of stolen air whispered as "Unbelong". The stars removed from skies ululate on the wayward waves mouthing the jamboree of fates. Their howling wind gathers a storm in the circles of your ears. Soon a funnel of fury shall ascend and you will like a conch become the call of the ocean. Your eyes dilate like whirlpools; the pupils become night incarnate." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #hydeye #teampixel #nightlights

The red wall wraps around the ladders arrayed; you, mangled of a steel disrupted. What address did you feed the memory in crumbs to fall and follow? You knock at the chambers unannounced. Lub dub. You rung the portal in steps, each time removing one brick from another. The wall shimmers and morphs shape like an undulating wave as you exchange the creaks of confession one brick at a time. You leave the breaths suspended in disbelief. A fog of Theseus gathers around the exchanged sighs in Atria; the primal hearth made of love’s soot and flames.The door sets adrift on the voyage of journeys. You hold it's bolt in place and row the heart away.” ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #reddoor #sojourn PC: The wonderfully talented and travelled @kirrat.sachdeva. Thanks for this awesome image.

The red wall wraps around the ladders arrayed, mangled of a steel disrupted. What address did you feed the crumbs to fall and follow. You knock at the chambers unannounced. Lub dub. The creaks of confession one brick at a time. You leave the breaths suspended in disbelief. A fog of Theseus gathers around the exchanged sighs. The door sets adrift on the voyage of journeys. You hold it's bolt in place and row the hearth away.

"Your eyes open to the rocking rickety of the tracks. The train passes over hurriedly, ignoring you in your face. You turn away with a wry smile. She never had a good breath after all. The sky is pulled back like a curtain again. You set a sail your archives in the clouds. The beggar on the corner tells you there's a rain approaching. You nod at him at bid him goodbye, tears rolling down your cheek. He won't make it you know. He empties the alms in your palm, it shall fill a bogey in entirety and derail a train. You pocket the receipt, and make a note that it's running 4 fours and fifty one minutes late till blaze." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #teampixel_india #trainjourneys #dawns

"The dawn unsettles to a waiting morn. You pluck a stranger's​ anxiety from the lone tree before leaving in your cab. You wish it was driverless instead, a singular bubble of thought randomly foraging through traffic. The black tongue of a road rolls to wrap you up like a chameleon's prey. The world outside grows ember, you a trifle red, uncertain of the indignation. A tongue walks in many ways, you feel the weight of a word pronounced on your back, a singular baggage of freight. You dwell on the taste of the panic as it slides down the throat, a cascade masquerading as alcohol. You are pushed to the wall of interrogation - a touch insistent imprinted on the back of the tooth, a hesitation imprisoned in teeth. Teeth that gnash the growing pall of silence. You close your eyes and gather closer the solitary confinement." ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #teampixel_india #beerstories

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"The wind's teeth run, leaving serrations over your skin. Lamps dot the dark like perforations to hold in place the coming decapitations. The blast radius is the new personal space. A leaf tethers your existence, sowing your implosion in place. A universe grows out of your phantom limb and makes you hail a cab. You confirm the pickup location at the lone tree aglow. You wait below its suicide; the event horizon of unkempt promises.". ~daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #teampixel #lonetree #blacknights

"The vortex exhumes you like a forest in monsoons. A singular brook of exhalations breaks into a murmuration of leaves. The brown peddled of soil besmirches your forehead to carve a bark. The reed within your heart strums the vain banshee of love. Slowly leaves begin to fall and take root on branches. The memory of her fingers digging in your flesh run like ropes tending sails. Soon they will drop anchor and roots will run wild. Like a children chasing an exodus under the arson of the sun. The last leaf waits on the wind like your hand on the trip wire, bleeding and clenching at once." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #punegram #almamater #teampixel

"You wake up from the deluge to a caked earth cracked with your scales. The fissures of desire run deep on the papyrus parchments of the skin, still torn, still scattered. The wind pieces the anarchy of sinews strewn till it becomes a whole of past- now, a city at civil war, an empire of insurrections. A storm has been sewn in your fabric. In the stories, the whiff cautery and dust remains. A seer rushes to the swinging doors but they've wavered. In vain you board the carousel. Again." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #carousel #swingingdoors #swingingstories

"The building stands like a clasped gash. You look around to rent another wound to burrow in. The skin suit suddenly feels the age for which it has been worn. The creases sit too comfortably in conversation and judgement. You feel their gaze follow you under the collar. Lone perspiring drops begin to collect in haste, trembling in attention of the brows. A distant rumble of the sinews unzipping starts to approach. By the time they will get here you will be gone in the deluge, unskinned." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #teampixel #sunsets

"The flames walk hand in hand, sunning below a yellowing moon. It looks a little pale, but maybe that's because of the waxy sky it floats in. The wick lies like a noose rising like a tree shelling the sun. Twisted in its recluse it lies knotting the earth building a stair to climb to the highest branch. A single leaf crinkles with autumn and smiles as it drops the trap door to your gallows. It's a short drop to the top, and then everything's aflame." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #candles #burnished

"The flames walk hand in hand, sunning below a yellowing moon. It looks a little pale, but maybe that's because of the waxy sky it floats in. The wick lies like a noose rising like a tree shelling the sun. Twisted in its recluse it lies knotting the earth building a stair to climb to the highest branch. A single leaf crinkles with autumn and smiles as it drops the trap door to your gallows. It's a short drop to the top, and then everything's aflame." ~ daktar hyde #everydaysurreal #candles #burnished