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.

Soul up for sale!!

Up for sale in the market now,

A soul and all that can be bought,

For a conscience as hollow,

There is a price that is sought.

Of bids and bargains,

Are voices of interest and scrutiny,

Nothing transcends profits and gains,

But for the zest to master else’s destiny.

Air, earth and water,

Sold are dreams and prayers too,

As desires seek more fodder,

There remains nothing to rue.

The butcher shall again use this knife,

to cut to pieces flesh and bone,

The fallacy called life,

Shall remain buried under a stone.

Not Your Son Anymore

Father, I am not your son,

Not now not anymore,

I have moved on,

Through this solitary door.

Lost amidst choices made,

I no longer decide,

Wish to gradually fade,

But there is no place to hide.

So unfaithful is my gratitude,

For all the gifts you bestowed,

And the selfless love and fortitude,

Those dreams I never followed.

Oft I speculate,

Why are we the way we are,

And I fail to relate,

Why we remain so afar.

I can be a mere stain,

To an existence so pure,

Unwashed by the rain,

Diseased without a cure.

I linger for there is no choice,

Aimless flights to redemption,

Never am I a reason to rejoice,

Survive as I may in oblivion.

Hunger

All perishable beauty and the beast,

yet eternally growing is this appetite,

Unquenched by a gulp or a bite,

Unabashed to say the least.

Concealed the glutton inside,

The source of all angst and misery,

Conspires and relishes means of treachery,

There is nothing it shall abide.

Worry not about consequences or disease,

For there may be reasons galore,

Renounce to consume and devour,

but there shall be nothing that shall please.

While unknown the genesis of life and death,

Such is this power of this insatiable need,

Prevalent across creation and breed,

Is hunger that remains until the last breath

Some noble souls walking a lonely road,

Found struggles for survival transient,

And so have they conquered the omnipotent,

Not without hunger to make it to Thy abode. 

The Final Frontier

Eyes moist that refuse to let go,
But delve the deep hollow,
Nothing indeed but all gone,
Still and lifeless like a stone,
The gates wide open,
but with hearts broken,
And a roaring calm,
In thy realm,
Thy shall rise this moment,
And liberate all from torment,
From silence to prayers loud,
Could darken the cloud,
So timeless was time,
Lost in its own mime,
Sunshine, rain and a rainbow,
All engulfed in sorrow,
Such was the need of a miracle,
Every voice seemed an oracle,
But the messiah chose the void,
A journey none can avoid.