A Half Hearted Tribute- To The Old Monk

People live and then they die.

Fools keep their names alive.

Legacies are what they call them!

Fucked up shitheads and their lies.

Convenience is all it is,

To justify cheap over something fine,

Pretending they are a class apart,

As I drink the stuff that’s mine.

Your pretention is your own parasite,

You can keep ranting for hours,

If you really care to pay your tribute,

Don’t play it out for the world, just drink what’s yours. 

2017

The digits added to my advantage,
This year was expected to sail through.
Planetary interventions and what not,
I await desparately an year new.

This year I've been to the abyss, lost my breath,
And still came back alive somehow,
Helped me back to my original self,
The one who questions - What, why ,how?

Was this the transition of this man into superman?
I have doubts if the boy ever grew up.
Foundations inadvertently laid long ago,
Are indeed difficult to usurp.

This year must end, it will end.
So must this trail of time.
The course ahead,
Life needs to be steered through,
Through strengths combined,
Ours, yours and mine.

If doubts ever cloud your mind,
Remind yourself of this quote I like,
' When you are the anvil, Bear.
When you are the hammer, Strike.'

The Son of the Sun

Individual conscience,
Defines universes all the time.
Holds true for the Gods,
And for the world that's mine.

On one auspicious day,
When the stars finally aligned,
I met my destiny,
The destiny to which i had resigned.

The universe ceased to exist,
The very day it was born,
Collapsed into a black hole,
Hungry, reeking of scorn.

In its abyss, I lay,
The abyss that's nothing but me.
I destroyed everything I could see,
And then, I just let it be.

The arrival of the God's child

He can no longer not fight,
For what has always been his
Of all the lows and ebbs,
It's finally come down to this.

The last one of his clan,
And his numerous half-hearted failed baits,
He needs to make it work this time,
The true almighty with baited breath, waits.

The God's child will slay them all,
In their wars, the demigods cleverly designed.
He's let go off all that ever bound,
For this material glory, he's now destined.

Shedding his godly robes,
He walks naked into this world tonight,
The day he manages to fulfill the prophecy,
Won't that be a sight?

Amen.

When I met a stranger

He who has no songs in his praise,

He who toils in silence through the day,

It's part of his skin now, 

The tired look on his face,

Needs, he needs to take care of

The finances should be in place.

And since he's got a gun between his legs,

He needs to forever be the man he is,

Feelings he can't let show,sharing them is a sin,

The turmoil inside, he comes to terms with it,

When a man of his mettle, lends him an ear,

He whispers to him the story that is his .

Growing up, we forget our own stories,

In evenings like these, we try to recollect,

How it would have felt to live those moments

Moments that are part of our history today.

Stories

I leave the best of my stories incomplete.
The good ones suffice to compete.

The best ones don't deserve an end,
They must live my lifetime,
I bid my characters goodbye,
But our stories are forever mine.

Not to be shared,
Never to be written,
Not for me to narrate,
Not for anyone to ever listen.

When the end knocks,
I run away.
'Cause no one will really ever matter.
But the stories?
Always!

Farewell

It's been a welcome night,
Lonely, quiet, free.
Sans mankind, the kind that suffocates,
And the self that I never wanted to be.

A couple of small bottles by my side,
And cigarettes that burn like the fire inside.

I ponder over the past,
Take notes of the present.
I abhor the future I see.
The misfortunes of the past,
Now seem decent.

I think, on this particular crossroads of life,
I know where I am supposed to head to.

To the world that doesn't believe in you,
You simply bid a premature adieu.