Optics

The skies rained relief,

Forgiving as they are.

The asphalt soaked the water,

Not still overflowing with it.

Meaningless vehicles plied,

En-route their meaningless lives.

The soaked asphalt, though,

Captured their beauty well.

Enthralled, I gazed,

At these reflections, I’d never noticed before.

Skeptical I was, of this becoming an addiction.

But in those moments, a man knows no control.

In some time, the water levels rose.

Disfigured images, were all that was left.

Maybe, everything in life,

Looks more beautiful through some kind of a lens.

But excess of any illusion,

Ruins the magic it is supposed to be.

Winter

The night is cold, wintery almost,
This guy sits alone by the bedpost.

In the silence that has engulfed the night,
He embraces the loneliness, letting go of foresight.

The loneliness engulfs his heart,
The cold tempts him to accept the dark.

But he is the son of the Sun,
He doesn't know another promised one.

He realises the naturality of lust over love,
Holds true for the imaginary gods seated above.

What does he seek? The only one of his kind?
Maybe humans, for what's right, should take a stand.

On this wronged planet, he has given up hope,
The ladies and the gentlemen, all seem doped.

He can not act like you lesser mortals,
He wasn't raised to.
But this world wants to throw him into,
The isolated well you frogs are used to.

Will somebody tell me,
What was his crime?
That he was a man of his words?
That he was way ahead of his time?

Aadat

Where are my fucking words?

Wasted on humans not worth?

That which I heard in my teens, that one fucking song ,

Cannot be where I shall always belong.

I should make myself a new melody,

Maybe, a melancholic rhapsody.

And I must incinerate the future,

So that my past doesn’t matter.

Happiness is not what I pursue,

I long for peace every single night,

Peace long due.

Destructive habits I do have,

That I could possibly never leave.

But discarding them should now begin.

Beginning with the ones,

My words who would not believe.

Goodbye Miss

Hundreds of words I have killed,
Over the last couple of minutes.
Words of substance should be scarce,
My Words are in dire need of cuts.

And so I make this detour,
From my principle of no goodbyes,
I am a simple, righteous, Godly man,
I can not live your dreams, your lies.

Unless I announce now,
I might be tempted to look back.
And what better place than here,
This is solely my territory,
And only these words talk back.

I have been exposed as mortal,
Over the last three years or so.
A conscious decision I wish I forget,
And may so the people who know.

I have been a man of uncompromising ideals,
And been with women of all kinds claiming so.
Tonight I bid adieu, to all of you.
No hard feelings, hope you know.

And no, I am no misogynist,
I am a misanthrope,
Denouement is not my expertise,
I have always been mindful of my scope.

Now I know

Why do the poets of the fall lament,
Sacrificing of our beautiful souls?

The impossibility of letting some people go,
They who love you and that you know.
The pain that lives forever, but we never show,
Now I know. Yes, I know.

I am a cold old man now,
Who am I kidding? I was never fun.
But my heart has run out of love,
I have none left, to give to anyone.

I hope they who have had it,
Preserve it well,
As for me, I have always lived in the past,
That story I need not tell.

People lose their senses to their ego,
Think a lot about a better tomorrow.
But the emptiness that follows?
That never ending sorrow?
Do you now know?
'Cause now I know. Yes, I know.

Alexander Pope

It is a tedious task,
Shelving memories.

Becoming
What you are not meant to be.
But the world wants to see.

We sit here, clueless!
Do we even need this done?

I have been told,
They have done it already.
I can do it too,
But the motive is missing.

Alarming, is the level,
of this Fucked-up-ness.

My wishes to the humankind,
May you never face,
A situation where ,
You need to claim you have loved again.

Love is a one time affair.
About other lies,  you needn't care.

Some play Gods,
Some act cool,
In the journey called life,
Blessed indeed are the forgetful.

Optimism

I sit and introspect. 

The things I have let go. 

Innocence is what I miss the most,

I couldn't notice it leaving though. 

I don't regret what life did to me. 

Cause life happens to us all, let it be.

I can just sympathize with it,

For having had to deal with me.

I shall forgive and will try to forget,

But would stay physically detached.

You would not be thrown into oblivion,

A once in a while cup of tea, is not that bad.