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Another year passes,

Partly chaotic, partly humdrum.

Yours truly takes on, with grace,

All that could ever come.

After what feels like ages,

Glasses did runneth over.

Nights lit up, like in dreams,

Days passed sturdy and sober.

But today , the wise one,

Shares another lesson.

Throw everything to the wind,

But preserve some caution.

Doesn’t take much time,

For things to go down really south;

When least expected, often,

Smiles turn into ashes in the mouth.

Is it true that people cast a curse,

On their own happiness, when they focus?

Even as we all secretly know it to be true,

It is convenient  to label such thoughts as bogus.

But remember, shallow depths always pass by first,

Reaching the real stuff takes time.

And you would be held guilty,

If you mistake the froth for the wine.

In the interest of common good,

We must let hell be where it today is.

This is a pious day, let’s vow to not unleash,

The demons, that somewhere inside, exist.

To that noble thought- Cheers\m/

Indeed true!

Some things, the average mind,

Fails to decipher.

Like parabolas on fingernails,

Or how ionic bonds wither.

 

But then average minds,

Should not bother even once,

To put their fragile brains into domains,

Guarded by intellect’s canons.

 

Yes, life is a bitch,

And Karma is a whore.

But remember the historical fruits,

Resilience has always bore.

 

All that the world needs,

Is some old-school magic.

The fact that it no longer believes in it,

Makes this place- sordid, melancholic, tragic.

 

Hope is the one thing,

That even the thoroughly servile,

Must never give up on,

In order to feel truly alive.

 

Because, more often than we think,

Things that seem too good to be true,

Turn out to be ‘the’ real deal,

That we must, at all cost, pursue.

 

Silver linings

 

A typhoon must swirl,

Inside my mind,

All the time.

That is how I roll-

Cruising through nights,

Young, unperturbed and alive.

 

The scribbler within,

Wants the boy,

Albeit partially, to survive.

For too long, he’s searched,

For a story to write,

That fits his standards right.

 

For what seems like forever,

I have given him space and time,

But his attempts, all futile.

Excluding such hours,

Life’s been at ease otherwise,

A balanced, satisfying ride.

 

But an unsuspecting moment,

Has filled the void,

Right when the time was ripe.

Priorities will be on course,

Between the fall of night,

And tomorrow’s sunrise.

 

Withholding natural instincts,

Never served mankind,

So, let the adrenaline spike.

Here’s to awesomeness galore,

And keeping the game tight.

All negative plots end tonight.

Invisible designs

 

If you thought human conscience,

Was tough to predict,

Introspect about the ways,

The cosmos writes and edits.

 

Why people do, what they do,

During the times they decide so.

There’s a design, they can see,

Those who are willing to know.

 

Must be really important,

The roles they need to play.

If from a gazillion possibilities,

They are picked for you, again.

 

Life is supposed to sail through,

Irrespective of the wrath of the waves.

While steering it is our job,

Cosmic help eases the chase.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To 2024

And I thought,

Leaving some special ones behind,

Could break my heart,

Fuck up my mind.

 

In a fortnight,

I aged in ages.

Learnt it all,

From fools and from sages.

 

Men must do what needs to be done,

While others breathe to survive.

And then, some of us become legends,

Defining deeds, shaping lives.

 

And 2023 passed fine,

So many of us broke some ice.

This one ahead will shine,

And broaden your smiles. Amen!

 

I did what I had to do,

But now I must proceed.

Because though I have my plans,

Others have dire needs. 

Chill. Cheers.