MIRAGE

 
There comes a time in a man's life when joy is simply out of reach
The same things that caused him hysterical laughter in moments past,
Bring him nothing but sorrow
No matter how huge his earnings, he still can't afford a smile
Moments when the heart gets itself entangled in the web of frustration
And the dormant soul awakes, only to find itself in the tempest
Cohesion that exists between the body and soul,
that binds the various parts into a whole
Falls apart like an outnumbered army
A time in a man's life that makes him wish he were never born
His mind and soul are set ablaze like the flag of a fallen colony
In moments like this, all that seemed so close appear to be very distant
Hopes of achieving lingers
Like a sprinter in the midst of cross country heroes
Your strength can't save you
The fire doesn't seem to burn
Neither does the sun seem to scorch
The trees refuse to bear fruits
And the fruits do not suffer their seeds to meet the earth
In such moments, we cast our minds back for causes
But the answers are just not there!!!

WHEN LOVE TURNS SOUR!!!

By sheer serendipity, our paths did meet

Amazing how none of us could alter a word

Perhaps, we communicated with our hearts

For these two hearts spoke a common language

And so we deemed it as destiny’s mandate

Our propensities for each other carved our shadows into `fraternal’ twins

If it wasn’t love, what then could it have been?

Blinded by our loves, we settled for an oath

And made wishes for the melodies of our hearts to be unending

But time said nay; time had diverse wishes

For no fault of ours, harmony departed

And cacophony was now our hearts tune if our eyes did align

And so to what shall our undying love merit,

 if it only existed in the eyes of onlookers

Why do we deny ourselves joy by pretending to to be joyous

We made this love

But can we afford to unmake it?

Maybe we should hold on to it

Perhaps, our stray hearts may grow fond again

Harmony might walk back to us

And bind what we lost in this journey

I pray it does not tarry

And I hope you do too

For better or worse

I am truly not ready to walk this path alone!!!

GARMENT OF HOPE

Day by day and night by night, he ignored rest
For the task ahead seemed to him, a puzzled quest
A sober decision to make life meaningful
A conscious effort to soar above all
Deliberately blinded, refuses to see failure
Deprived in the sight of men but spiritually equipped
Persevering spirit of a father and humility of a mother
Both of whom he never saw
Many wished for a bit of his prodigy in their offspring
But none wished to take him as a son
He never seemed perturbed
But like every mortal, tough moments came
Why do i weep?
He often asks himself
And immediately, bursts into hysterical laughter, the perfect panacea
You will always find him in his torn shirt
"MY HELP COMES FROM ABOVE", boldly written behind
As tattered as it seems,
He proudly refers to it as The Garment Of Hope!!!!

DESTINY

Should we accept whatever life offers,

bearing in mind that everything happens for a reason?

Should we fold our arms and watch our desires unfold,

believing tomorrow isn't ours to deal with?

Will we fulfill life's purpose by simply having faith?

Perhaps, all happenings are driven by a certain supernatural force,

and the destinies of men, predetermined.

Do our efforts then matter?

Try twice as much while the next man slumbers,

yet in his wake, he executes with ease.

Some trip and fall in broad daylight,

on the same path others trod through the dark nights.

Many toil in search,

 yet never find that which others are naturally endowed.

For the things I couldn't see with my eyes widely opened,

another man found in his dreams.

I've heard men say, 

"the unfairness is natural; it's necessary for the balance".

The unfairness is fair!

Let Destiny have her way then, 

the commander in realms unknown.

Spinning each man along the edge of the wheel,

one to his fortune, another to his doom.

Tick, tick and tock,

we skip a tock if Kismet dictates!

THE MASKED WILD

Beyond these walls lieth the wild
So gentle and mild and yet wild?
Where everything is natural
molded by the Creator's own hands
free from human disturbance
untamed and uncouth but the the best epitome of freedom
The lions roar as free as the birds sing
The fishes offer themselves freely as the eagle's meal

And the waters need no boundaries for their territories

No hatred, no envy and yet wild?
I wonder why they call it wild
No racism, no wars??
I might be wrong but I indeed possess a different mentality
Beyond these walls lieth life in its fullest
Within our walls is literally a wild life!!