Resolve

He has always had a plan,

For everything, every single time.

Plans that have seldom worked,

But this habit, refuses to die.

 

But today, he makes a resolve,

To do what needs to be done.

Lo and behold! How unwarrantedly,

The dice of luck has turned.

 

Maybe, there are no perfect moments,

And perhaps, chance doesn’t suit everyone.

The pursuit of perfection, delays actions,

And the learned agree- time waits for none.

 

But the wise always tell,

It is never late to set things right.

Even if some knots persist,

Threads can be re-woven tight.

 

May seem like aliens,

The best of long-lost acquaintances.

But eyes looking down or away,

Never helped making contact.

 

The path he is on,

Leads him to distant lands,

But he remains committed,

To deliver the task at hand.

 

You know, he could never create chaos,

Whose driving desire has been peace.

You just need to look into his eyes at once,

To remember who he really is.

Legacies

Unbearable always, the pain is,

To lose someone you cared about.

You eloquently shared all your struggles,

A giver, a visionary and a man proud.

 

We always knew,

A genius like you,

Would not survive this stench called life,

Which mere mortals breathe through.

 

Because geniuses don’t bow down, ever!

Consequences, they don’t care for,

Inferiors do gang up to match them,

But such useless efforts,  we abhor.

 

You’ve been personally indispensable,

My brother Matthew,

But guys like us, often end up so,

Giving no shit, to all shit we already knew.

 

When intellect meets loyalty,

An entire community gets blessed.

Central Perk bears testimony to this,

In billions of minds, you will be missed.

 

So what, if you are now gone,

In legacies, we all believe.

As long as we try to write our own,

Mr. Bing, here, shall continue to live.