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. 

April Rain

 

Victories fade fast,

As winners win often.

Losses haunt long-

Their memories remain.

 

Tonight, I face,

These lashes, heads-on.

My veils dissolve;

Taking away along, some pain.

 

Reminds me of the time,

When we were young and naïve.

We have aged well, though,

The journey’s been insane.

 

Come here; lay beside me,

Under this pouring sky.

Let us see if we can hold a candle,

In this non- November rain?

 

 

Forever

 I am a man of forever-

As are my traits and ideas,

Love and disdain.

 

I am also, a man of conviction-

I might seek re-assurances,

But, irrespectively, I always believe.

 

Obligations can hold me back,

For how long, but?

Unfailingly, I reunite-

With my quest for forever.

 

The mind has been forlorn,

From its depths, thoughts

Rarely wash ashore.

 

But believe, you must,

In my forever-

For, you are in it.

 

I will find words for you,

Simple but aplenty-

Words that are forever.

 

The distances that,

Creep in between,

Are ephemeral.

 

But you will survive,

As will I.

Together. Forever.

Sapiens

The arts are magical,

Fantasies, they sustain.

Opium for the heart,

But, they shrink the brain.

 

Subjectivity takes its toll,

Differentiating wrong from right.

It needs to be scarce,

Appreciate it then, we might.

 

For too long, life has been an art,

A story of bravado and defiance.

Time and again, Sapiens must rekindle,

The lost love for Science.

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?