Choices

 

Choices in life,

Often, are at extremes.

The roads travelled- habit.

Those not- dreams.

 

That feeling of helplessness,

Is okay in those moments.

Moments which force evaluation,

Of actions, of consequences.

Of causes, of effects.

 

Maybe life doesn’t allow rectifications,

Letting a part of its own self be laid to waste.

Goes on and on- on a path predisposed,

Destinies shaped by fate.

 

Would have been lot easier,

If only, there were middle paths too.

Some more choices, less extreme,

Sparing us some pain on the move.

Destinations

When the heart fills up with rage,

And anger swells up in veins,

The wise ones know,

They must pull in the reins.

 

Blood is the thread that binds to sanity,

It is what sustains peace.

The reason for life to thrive,

The crux of all that is.

 

Distances kill a part of us inside,

Unfailingly, a bit every day.

The shackles must be broken,

If it's not home, you just can't stay.

 

Home is, after all, not just a place,

It is the source of and the fuel for life.

No God, no creator ever mattered,

Blood is what we always live by.

 

But you will never be home,

With your misgivings inside.

Just let go of that shit-

And there, you have arrived.