Oblivion

was it the fear
or was it the anarchy
there is so much to shear
but it let nothing but queer

dreams were ephemeral
sublimed into air
now the rationale
to absolve the tear

better the kids
nothing so tractable
now the day castigates
even the slightest of delay

dormant lies still
funny is the way
never so charmed
left brutally harmed

lost compassion
traced flouts
now equivocates
my mind still


Note: the title represents both then and now...

Moving around in time

There were a couple of young, bright but lost individuals and were accompanied by a wise guy. They were standing on a huge tower from where they could see whatever they wanted too. It was not dark, but a crimson hue had covered the sky. They looked down and up and right and left. It was still, but everything moved on its own; the people were walking, the leaves swayed on trees like a chime thousand times over, the little pathways leading to never ending destinations. They thought of everything and anything that moved or had stayed but had time involved so intricately with it that they never realized that even if it had existed. It seemed a complete eon had passed without actually seeming a single second lost.
They talked; "Time has a funny way" one of them said. In reply the wise guy spoke "True, it is all in the mind actually, as we need some sorts of vehicle to carry us around in the world dimension, the time just needs our attention from it"."The more of it you give, the slower it moves, the less you observe the faster it moves" the first one concluded. "What if we could control its flow?" inquired another one of them, to this the wise one replied "That is what exactly the great saints do, they just take control over their mind and thus they control the time", he paused and said "The time can be stopped too, just stop thinking about it". This statement by the wise guy set the others ponder, trying to understand the depth of the whole matter.
They wrote following few lines in order to conclude what they thought so far:
"The time had passed again as we thought of it. The roads of the time are too much crowded to move at will. We are forced to stay where we are, and how we are by our surroundings. There cannot be time travel unless the road clears up, until all dependencies resolved. But the day we do so an anoetic stillness will consume us".

Fluky

Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupils listen
Can you listen?

In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
Then I wake it's kaleidoscopic mind

Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter

We run around in circles
When circles are kept in larger squares

They've got tricycles in skirts
This is a mouth that needs religion

I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control!

The same "sunny" Sun?

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Now this is going to be weird! So just enjoy reading it.

Its spring, the smell is beautiful, the wind is just fine, it penetrates your clothes giving just the perfect sensation of being free, being just the right feeling to feel like. You are in a lovely mood, mood in which you feel you are being lifted, just the right mood. Everything is just the right as it can be, everything is in order, you have a lot of energy inside you, you want to do anything or a something you always wanted to do. Its just right almost as if it's perfect, or is it?

Suddenly, it grows dark, darker than it is just before the sunrise, darker than black itself. The darkness grows slowly but it grows and it grows as perfectly as the sun moves up in the morning but a little faster, so that you do really see it growing. What did just happen, you don't know, I don't know, maybe some UFO covered the earths surface just above you, or maybe it is the moon. You can't see anything, nothing at all, then there is a faint light, as faint it can be, your eyes identify it really fast, coz you were scared, you just wanted to see light again.

You look forward, your pupils dilute more in order too see, get more of the strange light in, you go close to it, close enough. It is bluish in color, the color of the inner flame of a candle. Then you stop, you see. Really, do you see? What do you see? Ill tell you what you see; there's a face, a small face about the size of your small finger, the one which is the smallest. Its is small but it is old and it seems cold. Cold, because its blue, it’s a face being formed in the flame with those small dark spots for eyes, mouth and a well um long beard. It says something, to you, you heard it, I didn't. It said "I am the sun, I came to eat you up." You didn’t speak or did you? You opened your mouth but nothing comes out. The face continues, it says further, "will you let me?" You finally speak, "no, but how, you are so small, you can’t be the sun, you are something else!", to this the face replies, "Yes, I am the sun, I have turned down my job as a warmth giver, as life supporter, the cosmos fired me, they don’t believe in my vanity any more. They say I am useless. They took away my powers. So I am going to finish you off too". You are suddenly under the face's grip, you believe it. You don't move.

It eats you up. You are now nowhere, nowhere inside or nowhere outside, nor in middle of some nowhere, but you still have the conscious of being somewhere. Maybe inside the sun. But you don’t feel anything else, nothing else, you don't have anything attached to you to feel about. You feel absolute nirvana. The time stops.

Note: Well to share the credit, this idea of sun gobbling you up was Dhruv's. Thank you Dhruv! Couldn't have done this without your inspiration.