The Standing Still

The days go in flurry
and the nights are long
I sit here and wonder
Why are all of us in a hurry
Where is it that we want us to belong
What is it that we all crave in hunger

life is slipping through
days are flying past
and I am but standing still
At the still waters of the mid life
I can see the feelings up for a brew
I can see my shadows cast
in the background of a distant hill
I am but this life's wife

Will do what I am supposed to do
Someday I will find a reason of being
Sometime I will be true to my soul
And then bid Adieu
to reach somewhere where lies my ultimate goal!

SMOKE THAT BROKE

Smoke rises all over
and I emerge from beneath it
my body lies there
decayed and decapitated
I am dead, I have left my body bare

I wake up
It was but a dream and i thought
that this was an indication
of my mind in trepidation
My soul has awakened
and I am free
of a life of juxtaposition
I come clean
I was nothing but disillusioned

To get rid of this smoke
is what I desire
it did nothing but broke
my every satire

I watch and I wonder
whatever happened to the worldly wise
was this my destiny, i often ponder
or the time has come to unwittingly rise

My Truce With Life

I fight, I play, I decay
and now I even know
that it is not a child's play
It is a hope, it is a revelation
it is an offering, it is an annihilation
of the victory
of my inner self over me

I just siphon out all my hate
and it turns into a sublime debate
The hatred that I had has all vanished
it has become silver what was once tarnished

My soul resurrects
and I am in question
of my own defects
Where did they go, why this condition...

I do nothing else but marvel
how this truce with life
was like a mystery for me to unravel
I have been reborn
It feels like a whole new life
it was far-fetched, it was forlorn

What was once a distant dream
is now a symphony
of a life with me in perfect harmony.

Black, Red & Blue

I turn black
I am classy, I am evil
I am cheeky and I play devil
I absorb, I suck the madness
and achieve the unprecedented shallowness

I conjure up my prejudices
Athena, the witch of Portobello
I have in me the many bitches
can see the shape of a new halo

But soon it turns red
the many facets of this bold colour
so many stories untold, things unsaid
Life in all its awe couldn't be fuller

And then I go royal
Blue is what it becomes last
All I can say is that it is far from loyal
whatever happens will become a thing of past

Black, red and blue
night turns to a midnight hue
in one way or another
I get what is my due
I can't figure, I haven't a clue
Is this the destiny
or is it a rendition
of a weird cacophony
Happiness is but the only condition.

IMMATURE

I love me
or do I love thee
it is difficult to tell
but surely a feeling to compel
I wish I could be born again
to love, to live and to be left in disdain
How i arrived at this juncture
I am myself in awe
Am I made this way or am I just meekly immature

I ask my God
the one I bow to
how He led me to this failure
of my own principles, of my conjecture
At the crossroads I now stand
and I am reminded of the real me
I need persuasion, I need reassurance
the need to be held and caressed
I feel most undressed....

Unworthy Debacle

Sun sets on the horizon
and lends a new start
to my life otherwise in oblivion
and to the limits it thwarts
My eyes open wide
to the treachery inside
and I know I was to show
my heart by lashing it in a blow

The horizon glares once again
and eases my mighty pain
I now acclaim
the wonder, the spectacle
of the unworthy debacle.

the water treads its way...however rocky may be the journey
it splashes, it splutters but never loses its austerity
the river so rocky, the sand so slippery
so are the ways of life
wondrous yet ever so shaky...