Me vs you

 

The realignment of planets

Disrupts the sapience of us all.

Unless the conscience stays alive,

The masses shall follow their destined call.

 

Some build their lives on logic,

Others experiment with love.

At different stages of existence,

Choices navigate through crests and troughs.

 

And then, in moments extreme,

Some cease to follow either-

When desired probabilities diminish mostly,

And gaps in favorable outcomes grow wider.

 

Nothing decreed us to worship any mortal,

But if you claim to do so, be honest.

Gods work in mysterious ways,

Godliness and your faith-both shall be put to test.

 

Let everything be evaluated cosmically-

Words, Actions, Intentions, Days and even Hours.

Everyone else may live by rules of their choice,

But ‘We’ shall live by ‘Ours’.  

Metamorphosis skipped

 

The skies pour incessantly,

And a free mind is trapped inside,

The prison is not a luxurious one,

Only about 12 feet long, 10 feet wide.

 

A space so densely packed,

With all kinds of stuff;

It could have felt anything but empty,

But yet, over the last two nights, it does.

 

Is this the ultimate transition from,

Human consequences to the one beyond?

From Dostoevsky to Kafka’s metamorphosis?

Of factors humane and those somewhere around?

 

Whatever now! Everyone is forgiven,

That prisoner has already decided;

Let the insects rot from within,

Wisdom will rule the ones, who've been guided.

 

One day, freed from toxic obligations,

A strong viewpoint will be posited.

Hopefully, at least one scribbler out there,

Will make sure that it is duly credited.

 

 

Him vs God

 

Years passed, and unwillingly,

They all grew old.

Unwilling to give a damn about anything anymore,

Their stories, no longer dear, go unsold, untold.

 

Losing the ability to feel or care,

With every day that is breathed;

Toxicity inside grows, at least, linearly,

Till all they owned is finally bequeathed.

 

Where’s the fun now, the elders wonder-

The young would think so.

But all they actually sought was peace, and,

They don’t expect these assholes to know.

 

Yes, life is a stage, and we play,

But just playing doesn’t define lives.

Love is important, family is supreme,

But only inside the individual self, life thrives.

 

What really does one deserve or desire?

Let that be decided subjectively.

Do not ask me for my opinion now,

My mind is way older than my age actually.

 

Just go ahead and do what your heart wants,

The others will do the same, so fuck the taunts.

The God, you don’t believe in, sits here,

Come to him only when, your conscience is clear.

Cleansing

It is not a conscious decision,

It is, may be, just who I am.

Lovers, I can live without;

Worshippers, reside in my heart.

 

They who expect respect from me,

Must know the only condition.

You must surrender your consciousness,

There’s no scope for competition.  

 

If it is not under his divine feet,

You are searching for life in the wrong place.

All your endeavors boil down to zero,

You have to eventually land at this one sacred space.

 

Mediocrity is what I’ve always hated,

I can no longer let you spread it here.

You, your genes, your prospects, whatever;

Of all your mistakes, I must steer clear.