WORTH THE PLUNDER?

These are rooms we live in but are we alive?
Busy making a living and struggling to survive,
There are clothes hanging from the balcony,
Some used to wipe traces of our felony,
Of the dreams that never saw the day,
And the screams that do not fade away,
It’s scary on the road with everyone fighting for an inch,
Anger and frustration and not willing to flinch,
Everyday eyes strain to find trust,
Without making any effort to clean-up the dust,
And as we seek success amidst failure,
With desires that are seldom demure,
We have found reasons to entertain solitude,
The list never ends for it only does include,
And when tired of the noise and every demand,
We blame Him for every reprimand,
Some more hours before the dawn we wonder,
Is this all worth our plunder?

Let it be

Sinking and afloat,
Are today and tomorrow,
What is left to gloat,
Are some moments to borrow
What was had was deserved,
And what is lost was never there,
Let that be the one revered,
For there is nothing more to share,
Voices of the anonymous,
Warn against becoming a memory,
It might be considered blasphemous,
To render failure its glory,
Let the vanished be gone evermore,
Do not let their ghosts re-appear,
There shall be no footprints on the shore,
No reason to despair or fear,
Then He shall stand waiting to embrace,
Without waiting for you to undo all wrong,
And as he showers His grace,
You shall know where You belong.

I shall be heard

I shall speak but silently,
About the thoughts that come incessantly,
They may be trivial yet in their innocence,
Do not like to be treated in irreverence,
I see those feelings needing an expression,
Describe every color and emotion,
I always speak but unheard,
Are the sounds of every word,
I have a voice of my own,
A tone to which you are so unknown,
May be dumb for you but I am alive,
I shall make this voice survive,
Without words of pomp and glory,
I shall fully live my story.

Ash

A life of flesh and blood,
Burnt to ash once dead,
No reasons to justify,
And no one to ratify,
No feeling to emote,
Nor messages to quote,
Spared from every bondage,
But not the end of its voyage,
With nothing more to burn,
There remains ash in the urn,
And it shall wait to be set free,
Only when it meets the sea.

Take me home

Thy voice amidst the worldly clamor,
No longer a veil nor armor,
Arrogance of being deft,
Has been vanquished and nothing is left,
But for You all is untrue,
A mist that shall vanish without a clue,
Take me to thy home,
For my mind can no longer roam.

The fluttering orange robe

The orange robe does not flutter anymore,
Not to the motion of limbs that once wore,
But to the winds of change and unfathomable silence,
This day the world seems to have lost all innocence.

There is denial of once that was belief,
Uncertainty that does not offer any relief,
Yet in slumber tender and sublime,
We witness love overcomes test of time

We have heard that to feel is to be there,
To experience and to share,
Nonetheless our eyes fail to see,
His glory in you and me.

Awake and arise for there is no better moment,
To move beyond fear and lament,
Light the lamp of selfless love again,
There shall be no agony no pain.

And as we become His love in action
We shall be His limbs in motion,
Its then in us and many a abode,
We shall again see the fluttering orange robe.

In a fix

The air conditioner is down, so is the refrigerator,
however much I frown, over the heater
the roof may give in, so much to repair,
I see your grin, in my despair

I can fix it this time, so have I for countless years,
for these are all mine, worth my sweat and tears,
yet my life spent to overhaul, has only seen peace temporary,
dead is my soul, killed by my own treachery

what did I set out to be, what was my hunger all about,
was it to break free, or to be imprisoned by doubt,
a few seconds of glory and some more humiliation,
this is my story of survival within oblivion

and there is my luggage, I shall have it forever,
growing with my age and surviving together,
I don’t feel the weight, not anymore,
Perhaps it’s a bait, to take me to the shore

Fisherman’s Dilema

I see it dying a slow death,
Suffocated gasping for breath,
For once I want it to be free,
Unshackle and let it flee,
The unfathomable pain of denial,
and the faith in life perennial,
Is a myth guarded by arrogance,
Demonstrates willful ignorance.
But then can I decide,
How long shall it reside,
For I did not chose its voyage,
Neither did I its silent gaze,
I need to be still,
Wait for its kill,
And someday I too shall be there,
Perhaps someone else shall just stare.

Without You

A dawn without a ray,
A calm that refuses to stay,
A path without a way,
A feeling of being cast away

An orphan’s apprehension,
Fear and tension,
Dark without any vision,
A meaningless delusion

Yet in Your suffering all I care,
Is for some blessings to spare,
Some more words to share,
And just a generous stare

Your love needs You,
Selfless, pure and true,
Like the unfathomable sky blue,
Forgiving and forgetting without any rue

Will You not come back my Friend,
Pray for some more moments to spend,
There is so much to mend,
Without You how do I fight till the end