Mediocrity

For a major part of my life,

I have cursed my luck.

I let her be the bitch she was,

And never gave a fuck.

Now, in the hindsight, I see,

She was always with me.

No matter how I screwed up in life,

She would get me to where I needed to be.

All I had to do, was to go with the flow,

But the skeptical me, would just wait.

Have I not done things I was supposed to do? Of course.

But always, below expectation and too late.

Epics

Romanticism, is what this poet lives by.
Not read a single love epic- Have often asked myself why.

Would not have let myself get influenced,
By a story lived or imagined by someone else.

Is it not for the soul, to find and live its own love?
To each, its own- Unique is the experience.

Have I not loved the way one is supposed to love ?
Have I not lived my own epic?

If there is a God up there,
I will let him testify; he can take his time.

A home- Dilapidated

The house that was supposed to be,

Lies in cobwebs, I could never see.

A man of plenty experience wonders,

How could life become what it has come to be?

Pushed in here with love,

And expectations for a more mature me,

Naive people, unaware of the worldly ways,

Expected me to grow, as I learn to be.

Somebody should make sure,

A mausoleum is built here for me.

My well wishers thought it would be a cradle,

My grave here is what they will see.

And to anyone willing to consider my offer,

Reach out to me, I will pay a handsome fee.

  

Shadows

All that remains of people,

Over time, are shadows.

And shadows are welcome company,

In lives that choose solitude.

The journey that is life,

Goes on with shadows.

Shadows don't disappoint,

And they lack intelligence.

Their experiences are real, 

If you learn to acknowledge them.

Everyone's art of living is unique,

It's living that actually matters.

Somewhere inside

Blessed, almost omniscient,
This mind refuses to sleep.

Insomniac, since ages,
This body bears the brunt.
But this soul divine,
Wanders, as does conscience,
Seeking truths,
Truths that don't matter today.

Though wander we all shall,
Intelligence doomed us into this.
But isn't truth paramount?
Isn't it worth the chase?

When castles fall,
You choose to fight or you flight,
Mortal tendencies, you can't resist,
But immortality has might.

Ephemeral feelings of the innocent minds,
Your lives guided by the misguided kinds.

Misled once, never again,
People, straighten up your lives,
Takes years to realise the truth,
It's only love that survives.


In hope that this sermon makes sense,
Yours truly may close his eyes,
I hope sleep comes to me tonight,
Now that we have risen over notionsn of truths and lies.

Almost through I just realised,
Somewhere in between, words rhymed.
Though Aryan gets his moments now and then,
He keeps it buried all inside.

Valentine's

Drowning at the deepest depths,
Hope can be found, even in a twig.
When the mind is shrouded by dark thoughts,
Life sneaks in, gives a reason to live.

You reap what you sow,
You repent truths you know.
But the only thing that matters in life,
Is that no love should ever die.

Its only love that together binds,
Our fragile hearts and fickle minds.

On this pious night,
This Godless man says a prayer.
May love take over our hearts,
And we never again hurt, those for whom we care.

Amen!

Adios, Amigo.

Peace is what we all deserve,

Love, not hope, is what we preserve.

Hatred, we must learn to forget,

Like promises that couldn’t be kept.

The human side of us,

We must both accept.

It was nobody’s fault,

Our destinies sealed our fate.

Life lives on, we must too.

It’s time now to let go, for both me and you.

Fare well.