Shaken hopes

 

Words have been scarce,

And elusive has been chance.

Issues remain! fine.

The world, forever, short on time.

Bliss is not always a pursuit,

Savor it when you can- simply put.

The demons in your head,

Won’t be fought by others instead.

The night is the darkest, just before dawn,

When light strikes, choose to be reborn.

If Impossible seems the plan,

Do not get cranked.

Life has been simple- always,

Soak in the moment, with grace.

Gratitude for what is, what has been,

Will anchor hope for days unseen.

Always

As I exhale some smoke into the air,

My tilted head faces the sky.

In ages, it seems, I see stars,

The earth, subconsciously, I leave behind.

 

This oneness with the universe,

Rekindles a sense of being alive,

On the outside,

And then, somewhere inside.

 

And it brings back memories,

Of a time,

Spent with souls almost incorruptible,    

And of time, or lack thereof,

That left us vulnerable, susceptible.

 

Breaking all its defenses,

A particularly strong ache,

Pierces through my heart tonight.

And you cloud my conscience, mate.

 

All that we need to catch up on,

For wrong timings, be kept aside,

Chances could all be exhausted,

But by love, we still abide.

  

Always be mindful,

Of my blatant inability to lie.

And so, love with all your heart,

Till the impossible final goodbye.

 

Sir

 

Life is so vague, so random.

We change by the night, by the moment.

So what?

Is it not characteristic of a sapien?

 

One must not stress over such triviality,

Knees do go weak, hearts do give in.

If everyone were as consistent as him,

On this very earth, heavens would have been.

 

The world’s job is simple,

Do not compete with him.

No matter how hard you work,

Racing ahead will be a distant dream.

 

People could weave stories,

Make efforts to pretend to be content.

Nothing works in this part of the world,

His legacy will always last, till the very end.

 

His embrace is where liberation resides,

His touch rekindles life.

Forget the rules by which you abide,

You belong in his arms tonight.

 

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.