Chandler

 

Too often, I have been inclined,

To set everything right.

Rectify wrongs, even if not mine,

But thanks to some prophecy divine,

I screw up the means and the time.

 

But is it not okay to fail?

With these people so frail.

Misplaced egos outweighing the scale.

For everything, ever ready to shift blame,

Always a sad story- so stale.

 

But we die a little with every goodbye,

And I like staying fully alive.

You needn’t apologize, 'cause never will I,

Just do not ask for an eye for an eye.

'Cause I do not know if you guys qualify,

But my love is absolute- forever-like. 

Mightier than those gods above the sky. 

You know that, right?

That settles the case for tonight. 

Awakened

 

As this long day comes to an end,

I lay back on my go-to chair,

A glass of whiskey in one hand,

From the other, a cigarette sublimes into the air.

 

I am drawn back to a time in the recent past,

Where I am submerged in water,

In a moment of oneness-

A moment- where nothing else could matter.

 

My cognizable life flashes through,

A clarity on my righteousness takes over.

Life was easier stone cold;

How for the sake of some, I turned sober.

 

But this absolute stillness,

Rekindles my deep buried alter ego.

My detractors should beware,

Your existence is set for a hard blow.

 

The Sun itself, has tried burning me,

The waves tried putting me down,

But do you see? I sit here, God-like,

Unperturbed! No qualms, no frown.

 

I hope you too find strength,

In the gods chosen by you,

I don’t care if tough times last long enough,

Just know that tough Gods do.

 

 

 

 

 

Age

 

Reverting back to our youthful days,

The mind tries to find comfort.

So as we age further,

We often become more of an introvert.

 

What, after all, does the present offer?

The future- evident in people of all ages.

And so, we preserve our glory days,

In neurons; in photographs; on pages.

 

Ageing is a difficult task,

Too many strings get attached.

Should life really be so? No.

Duties and rewards must match.

 

But rewards become too few,

And too scarce, as years pass by.

As life slowly, but surely, sucks out,

Thrills that keep us really alive.

 

Love is what excites me the most,

Love- Sincere, fierce and forever.

Protected from the world,

Preserved deep in the heart somewhere.

And may be in unsuspecting sights,

And the words we speak or write.

Emanating not from lust or desire,  

But from hope- the hope of a lifetime.

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Fellas, remember! Evenings, over the years,

Will always touch upon hope.

And hope- we must always celebrate,

With some alcohol; and maybe some smoke.

 

Cheers\m/