Refuge

Days before he died, he exclaimed,
"Why does it always take grief to bring us together!"

He's gone; his legacy, I hope , remains,
His words will stay with me always.
But I have been through phases,
Where even grief could not mend ways.

Sometimes it suffices,
To soak in some heroism,
Reality is not worth remembering,
Take refuge in benevolence and altruism.

A little less wise, a little more brave.

Weakness is death,
Inaction is a disability.
Worldly wise men, around them,
See nothing but frailty.

The power to read minds,
And know the desires within,
A tiny bit at a time, fills them with grief,
That from others,they automatically suck in.

Another vow unto his own,
This guy now takes,
If they ever try to break his speed,
He will do away with the brakes.

Nothing shall determine his life,
Not the state of others, not his age.
Shuns his fears and their griefs tonight,
Tomorrow begins the rampage.

Not a man of his words, this time.

Tonight he breaks,
The promises he clinged on to.
He has made a new one,
Come what may, he will see it through.

Intoxicated this God is,
But that makes this moment no less divine.
The world takes whatever it deserves,
I take what is mine.

An old man in the rain

Nothing feels more liberating,

Than a walk in the rain.

For beings like me,

It’s a detour from the living pain.

The experience is more beautiful,

In nights like these,

When the pour down is heavy,

And light flickers in the breeze.

Such nights make me feel young,

And create memories of a time that never was.

I roam the roads like a hero,

Acknowledging the patter as applause.

I come back to reality,

As I see a woman rushing under a shed.

I have grown old,

Reminds me, this umbrella I hold over my head.