Nothingness

Alone at last, the wilderness of life

Hanging over a graying brain

And musing over what needs to be done.

Living by the clock, like clockwork

Moves my day, or is it that

I am moving as time stands still.

The essence of a person,

The symbolism of language,

All add to the ever increasing list of meaningless anecdotes.

Cocooned inside my protected self,

I sit and draw images that only

A pseudo-imaginative mind can conjure.

I have gone too far within myself

To be really able to see where I am headed

Or how how far I have deviated from my course.

Tomorrow is always there,

Yet tomorrow shall one day bring

An end to all this futile dreaming.

To be ready then, at that juncture of life,

When fate is decided and paths are drawn,

When dreams are relived with all the zest of childhood.

Feeling lost

The absurdity of the lethargy I feel is weird. It is as if I am just going on with the flow. Going on without any sense of direction or purpose, so many things that I would have loved to do, so many things that I could have done, so much that I could have achieved.

It is as if I have nothing more to say....nothing more to see, nor to hear, nor to feel.

Always in a hurry

There was this dream and there I was,

A crumpled wingless albatross,

Blind to light, scared of heights,

In this crazy world of gain and loss.

My footprints have been washed away,

They weren't so deep is what they say,

The sand, the water, those distant shores,

How much of me have they carried away?

Every day is a step towards the end,

A new beginning, these rules we bend,

How many times the wheel shall turn,

How many days to comprehend?

Climb the hill and there shall be,

Green pastures, sweetness and ecstasy,

But maybe a steeper cliff awaits,

Beyond the images that we now see.

Then I shall go and meet my fate,

Or make it myself, my fears abate,

These troubled times have to be good,

Can't afford to sleep, I can't be late.

The times, they are a changing.....

In times of change, I stand still, like one of those lamp posts you see whizzing by as the speedometer in your car reads 100. Sometimes, I feel as if my mind has gone back a thousand years, it refuses to acknowledge wisdom, refuses to listen to logic. It just stands there, unwilling to move, dumbstruck maybe by the staggering swiftness of the world.

Diwali's not so bright

The lights are glowing, the streets are flowing,

Happiness unbounded and life afloat,

Life is weary, dirty and dreary,

Guised as compassion, intentionally cut-throat.

Slow to point out, many a twinkling doubt,

That hides beneath this murky blue,

Float but dont swim, stifle your heart's scream,

Get dirty hands and see what dirt can do.

The lights they still glow, the streets they still flow,

Carrying the carrions like they owned thier souls,

Hiding twisted faces, can you see the traces

Of guilt slowly burning in hallowed bowls?

Don't know how to add

Empty spaces

Full of faces,

Getting lost in

An empty song,

Blue blue skies can

Hypnotize man,

Who has no idea

What went wrong.

Winding roads will

Threaten but not kill,

Life has always

Found its way,

Faltering footsteps,

Lost in world maps,

Full of words but

Nothing to say.

Weird it may seem,

Invisible in my dream,

How the ladder never

Leaves its course,

Clouded by laughter,

Have hope thereafter,

Never cared enough

To find the source.

Withering and waiting,

Shivering and scathing,

Fire and ice

Combined as one.

Up here and down there,

Equations are never fair,

It all adds up to zero

When the game is done.