Extinguished Flame

When I think I’d write,
I try to capture a certain beauty in a web of hopelessness.
But, when I really write,
Things go other way round:
I always try to capture hopelessness in a web of beauty.

My love is an extinguished flame,
Even the flow of dying ember is not there,
Even the ache of unrequited love is gone,
I wanted someone, & failed to win her.

Perhaps, I’m a silent warrior on my side
Perhaps, that’s why the days gone by had left no ache.

Life's a Pig

I’m really sorry if I’m getting too borin…but naah, it’s not some people who are ill-fated. All of us on this planet earth are equally lucky and unlucky. The joys n troubles for each one of us do exist and are in different shapes and size, strikes at different paradigm…but at the end of it, they all measure up to the same amount and in the end, the final outcome product is always unique, beautiful and colorful in its own explicit way. Fate at times is an unfair opponent…beats you up, forces you to call it “life’s a pig”; but then, that’s life. We can’t have everything we want, and we can’t have something we never had. We just have to make do with what comes our way and hope that fate deals us a kinder card. (What say?).

Won't back down...not that easily

Don’t want our belongings to be seized.
Don’t want to fall into clutches ourselves.
Disappear in our own non-judgmental accord.
Despair…alas; not wait until they come & fetch us.

Look’s cowardice…?

Frequency domain life

portrays the modus vivendi

in a straight line without any feedback-

till then we’ve to live up to certain expectations

may be of others,

sometimes of ourselves.

Out, out, you brief but keen candle!

Am I right?

I brainstorm myself

what I found is,

clue less and fuzzed up

somewhere

on some definitely charted path.

Won’t back down…not that easily...

I cry when I’m happy _ _ _!

It seems I’m a lonely island of materialistic prosperity admist the ocean of poverty. But I’m not an illusionist. Even, I’d be an illusionist, I’m sure – I wouldn’t know the difference between magic & illusion. I’m shrewd but still not Dexter. I’m alacrity but languish. I’m tied in the manacles of my own principles – I get caught in the net of my own thoughts.

It follows like I’m not a blossomed flower; or rather I just can’t blossom to my fullest. No doubt, time is the ultimate elixir, but, the consequences that follow are never ephemeral. Still I can’t figure out, whether I know my limits. If I would be knowing it, that and only can I say that I’m not at my fullest. I find myself, biased with some indelible nets of thoughts, struggling really hard to set free and praying to god – I wish I’d remember Tennyson’s those lines –

Leave the cage, go, fly high,
It is your day, touch the sky.

Twenty years down the line, I dream that every barrier shall be vanished, every valley shall be exalted and every mountain & hill shall be made low, the rough places shall be made plain, and the crooked places shall be made straight, and the glory of the lord shall be revealed and all flesh and bone shall see it together – this, you can say as my hope; my meaning of freedom. And freedom comes from distinct & indelible hard work. So let the hard work flow, let the hard work go, make it your say, make it your word.

Let the freedom flow from each and every corner of your existing surrounding. Let the freedom of your materialistic prosperity gloom and your happiness blossom to fullest, as of mine – so I cry – c’est la vie.

The problem with me is, I’m the men who indulge in the illusions of hope. No doubt – we’re apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth – and wide open for using a wand. This is transforming me into a beast. Every thing happens exponentially. I personally do not believe in avalanche, but saturation do exist. But I’m not mean, though. But, am I disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things so nearly concern my temporal salvation? For my part, what ever anguish of spirit may cost, I’m willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide my whole for it; in order to blossom to my fullest, till the end of life – without elixir of life – but through determinations – Que Sera Sera.