Life of a candy

Stagnant wherever they are,

Locked-up in a glass jar,

Some living a state of denial,

Finding every reason menial,

Others waiting to betray,

With tastes that never stay,

Indeed what a lie,

Is the life of a candy.

 

Every belief breathing a bubble,

Trying to survive every stumble,

A voice that begs to be chosen,

And the choice to remain unbroken,

An unsure today promising a tomorrow,

For there are many to borrow,

Indeed what a lie,

Is the life of a candy.

 

All color and sweetness,

That suffers with emptiness,

Shall eventually be consumed,

Perish they will as doomed,

And there shall be another jar,

Stagnant wherever they are

Indeed what a lie,

Is the life of a candy.

Fracture

How do I end something which never was there?

What do I say when so much is evident,
The lonely moments that we share,
And the lives incoherent.

Hear the footsteps drifting away,

The silent screams to be set free,
Amidst the forced attempts to stay,
Are countless wishes to flee.

We hang on yet another time,

But our presence as absence,
Oft feels like a crime,
Committed in innocence.

Not one of us should take the blame,

At least we did try,
But how now do we be the same,
To ourselves how do we lie.

Is it not time to choose happiness?

Write a story on a new page,
Look beyond this life of loneliness,
Or do we just let this age.

Running on a wheel

Running on a wheel,

This has reached nowhere,
Neither the haven,
Nor the depths of abyss,
This no longer does feel,
Refusing to decipher,
Reasons for the barren,
Denying that this is a blemish.

Wrapped in the parables of courage,

That destiny favors the brave,
There is so much sacrifice,
And terrible suffering,
But the endless greed to uncage,
Shall pursue until the grave,
Like the experimental mice,
Given up for inferring.

Water

Gone is water,

Borrowed by many a dry cloud,
That aimlessly scatter,
Yet do not thunder loud.

Waves that once kissed this shore,

Have vanished into obscurity,
And these eyes cry no more,
For they remain eternally thirsty.

Parched land, blistered lifeless,

Finds no reason for such fury,
As patience fail to harness,
Hopes that break in a hurry.

The verve of sustenance,

Shall no longer bleed,
And for all the irreverence,
Will not quench the greed.

Why Celebrate?

Celebrate the days born on,

And mourn the times of demise,

Amidst moments sewn and torn,

Remain foolish but feel wise.

None of these were ever a choice,

Tears at birth and fears of death,

But should rejoice,

Enslaved by eternal breath.

So certain amidst uncertainty,

Are these times frivolous, 

Yet the belief in destiny,

Makes one forgive the treacherous.

All this struggle to survive,

Dressed with myth and pretense,

Perhaps just succeed to deprive,

A simple innocent existence.

Storm in the mind

Awake or asleep,

Whatever is breathing life into survival,

Clasped marks on the palm strain deep,

Wanting to break free from needs eternal.

Galloping on someone’s behest,

Fighting another’s battle,

Unflinching is this unknown quest,

With infinite scores to settle.

A smile not worth its effort,

Smitten by the moods of indifference,

Perhaps an unknown revolt,

To a modest act of irreverence.

Beyond a yes or a no,

These are expressions stagnant,

Bordering insanity, seeming so hollow,

Unwelcome is this uncommon irritant.

But this shall leap unafraid of the descend,

It shall be itself at least this moment,

Unaware of what it is to transcend,

It shall not forgive all the torment.

Hopes of Innocence

Ten days of a child once more,

Fresh in my mind,

Alas have crossed the shore,

And footprints are all I find.

What was absent with this sunrise?

Devoid of moisture in the dew,

And with its disguise,

Away they flew.

 

Time the infinite,

Changes every season,

But so do the colors of a kite,

Which oft find no reason.

To be a child again,

Another tryst with reminiscence,

Dancing in the rain,

Are hopes of innocence.

Unforgotten Memories

A toddler I was with a broken hand,

Chasing Thy footprints on dunes of sand,

Unknown was the force that made me run,

for He stopped to suddenly turn.

The day when my fingers held by The,

Showers of blessings bestowed upon me,

He had seen me amidst a multitude,

That glorious moment of solitude.

His words on the slab dark,

About the journey I was to embark,

And the kind words with a smile,

He was with me for a while.

I wish, I could run to Him today,

and cling to the robe that does sway,

Or can I be the tiny fragments of dust,

That Thy feet trust.

Another Day in Paradise

But what do I do with this breath?

Forever the same,

And without is death,

Reasons and excuses lame.

A proof of being alive,

Is to inhale and exhale,

Yet with all the air to survive,

One moment can fail.

Mourning and celebration,

Just another day in paradise,

Someone’s resurrection,

And another’s demise.

Unclipped Flight

You should have clipped those wings,

That shall spread to soar,

Fallen and risen through destiny’s swings,

I cannot but find a shore.

Forever I could be in the nest you built,

That which was once a home,

But all I have is guilt,

And everything seems gone.

But my freedom was your sacrifice,

You let me fly never to be back again,

And today when you are in pain,

I do not spare even an  advice.

Perhaps you should have let me be,

Forever with you until eternity,

With liberty I am yet not free,

Having lost all humility.

I have a nest that just does break,

Cannot withstand a bout with breeze,

Nevertheless I have learnt to forsake,

For this too shall pass like a sneeze.