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.

An epiphany about an epitaph

To all the smart people of this world,
An epitaph is what I wish I could write for you,
Only If you wished so,
I respect feelings, I do.

Interested ones should know,
How to reach me,
Strangers need not take the pain,
And just let things, be.

You! Yes you, my friend,
Your wish I shall oblige,
Your epitaph I wish the world reads,
In a book that I someday might write.

At thirty, I move on afresh,
The baggages be yours,
I feel for you, bound by limits,
But I have charted a new course.

I wish you the luck,
Whether you accept it or not,
But if you are not a part of the plan,
Your "god" is all you've got.

Blasphemy- by the promised one

What they sell is fear,
What they preach are stories practiced well.
Those dressed in coloured robes are thugs,
And lies are all they tell.

Hopes they sell,
To sedate tumultuous minds,
Tamed, the followers follow,
Ignorant souls draped in opaque blinds.

My conscience,
Will never outshine their talent of deceit.
So, I won't tell you right from wrong,
In your denial, lies my defeat.

I wish you luck in life,
And in your misguided journey of bliss.
If at all I should,
I will tell you this-

No man ever met God,
No man was or will ever be his son.
Writes this disclaimer, ironically,
He who came closest to becoming the one.

A Half Hearted Tribute- To The Old Monk

People live and then they die.

Fools keep their names alive.

Legacies are what they call them!

Fucked up shitheads and their lies.

Convenience is all it is,

To justify cheap over something fine,

Pretending they are a class apart,

As I drink the stuff that’s mine.

Your pretention is your own parasite,

You can keep ranting for hours,

If you really care to pay your tribute,

Don’t play it out for the world, just drink what’s yours. 

2017

The digits added to my advantage,
This year was expected to sail through.
Planetary interventions and what not,
I await desparately an year new.

This year I've been to the abyss, lost my breath,
And still came back alive somehow,
Helped me back to my original self,
The one who questions - What, why ,how?

Was this the transition of this man into superman?
I have doubts if the boy ever grew up.
Foundations inadvertently laid long ago,
Are indeed difficult to usurp.

This year must end, it will end.
So must this trail of time.
The course ahead,
Life needs to be steered through,
Through strengths combined,
Ours, yours and mine.

If doubts ever cloud your mind,
Remind yourself of this quote I like,
' When you are the anvil, Bear.
When you are the hammer, Strike.'

The Son of the Sun

Individual conscience,
Defines universes all the time.
Holds true for the Gods,
And for the world that's mine.

On one auspicious day,
When the stars finally aligned,
I met my destiny,
The destiny to which i had resigned.

The universe ceased to exist,
The very day it was born,
Collapsed into a black hole,
Hungry, reeking of scorn.

In its abyss, I lay,
The abyss that's nothing but me.
I destroyed everything I could see,
And then, I just let it be.

The arrival of the God's child

He can no longer not fight,
For what has always been his
Of all the lows and ebbs,
It's finally come down to this.

The last one of his clan,
And his numerous half-hearted failed baits,
He needs to make it work this time,
The true almighty with baited breath, waits.

The God's child will slay them all,
In their wars, the demigods cleverly designed.
He's let go off all that ever bound,
For this material glory, he's now destined.

Shedding his godly robes,
He walks naked into this world tonight,
The day he manages to fulfill the prophecy,
Won't that be a sight?

Amen.