Cursed Missed Opportunities

Yet all this time it will continue to haunt
Wont let them live, wont let them talk
But they carry on, thinking what went wrong
What was genuine, to whom it amounted that much

They would call it inane, senseless to think
To start with a boom and end in a bang
Having spent a lifetime in those short hours
They were all into twists and turns

But it wasnt too far to have forgotten the start
And there it was, standing again in front of them
Gushing with all force to effuse that rage, and
They become two different eyes and disparate vision

All this to forgive and forget?
To be on the road, wherever it would lead?
Opportunities there were, cursed and missed
Its was a pity that somethings had to die, for those dreams to live...

Those scars will appear in time
And the chronic pain will forever whine
It will continue to remind them of love
That was buried, for sake of a benumbed life

Before Sunrise

It was in the middle of a bright starry night
Walking down the esplanade beside the shore
A moment it was to get hold of for ever
And a time they knew was everlasting never

He had come a long way from the yesteryears
Unraveling the ties so tangled and tousled
It was in store for sure, though he had no inkling
He felt the beads of joy and radiance sprinkling

A bright picturesque figure stood before him
And there it was,
An angelic beauty with gift of purity
So beatific that would wane the human sanity

Eyes shine with brilliance like of a morning star
Touch of skin or of a silken thicket so green
An enticing smile was the mark of such seraphic presence
Dwelling in such happiness was the true essence

A true revelation of a new world as you may call it
He was a true naive, perhaps too callow to accept this
Why are all good things so ephemeral?
The conviction and the belonging all seem peripheral

The moment is eternal for ‘You and Me’, she said
A new day and new beginning with her will always be
Like a life’s greatest gift received out of bounds
The everlasting sweetness in the air was found

The night was singing pangs of its passing
And the sun was rising, lighting all that lied ahead
He would not now walk alone would be anyone’s surmise
For he would be with her eternally, before every sunrise

Great Expectations

It is not the part of common occurrence in the time
Climbing up against the hope might be serious crime
Behold! For it is a function of the emotional bonding
Honored esteem is one of its precious belonging

An epitome of unison, a bond of reverence
In search of the bliss of happiness and coherence
They walk unaided through this malicious satisfaction
While they savor the merry of gleeful gratification

The mechanics of clockwork are indeed stealthy
Unruly wheel of destiny revolves with the wealthy
They would shun their desires, chant incantations
And preserve the towering heap of expectations

Blimey! Would you stay with me while I talk?
Follow the words spoken as an orderly flock
Know my wants and fulfill my needs
For the expectation commands such deeds

No one ever talks about it
They just do it...
And they would go on with their life
Observing the signs denoting the strife

How can we live upto their dreams?
Shuddering, praying we see them scream
To hold on to the freedom of the lone past
To disclaim the expectations rising so fast

I aint no aware of the obligations you hold
Nay! It’s your wish to give in your soul and be told
Togetherness is the art of being one in adaptation
Following it usually are our great expectations.

The Secret at the Doorstep

The doors to the light were to be opened in dark
The heirloom of this heaven kingdom was in vicinity
All who followed it, were bound to this fate
It was precious to all; the vision lied within the mark

The markings on the wall were beginning to fade
It mirrored only the starlight and the moonlight
The writing that was once clear is now incomprehensible
The secret buried was now getting more furtive and jade

A slight touch on to the scripting and it was clear
The scramble penning of the mind and soul in fusion
Orthography was revealing, but with a great pain
A secret was out, that only strong could bear

Things we touch have no permanence
There is nothing we can hold on to in this world
Only by letting it go, we can truly possess the things
That what is real, and carry significance

The glow of enlightenment was visible
Wise were the cant spoken at the doorstep
The noble lords returned in health and in peace
For they uncovered the secret so invincible

The Circle of Life

It was whispered that it came in for something
For long years it has existed in mind
A choice between what is right and what is true
Vacillating that was, amidst those hours behind

It was pity that it stayed long in those heads
Difficult as it would be in dealing death
No knowing of its unseen existence
The end of the life was waiting to take a breath

Too many walls would have built in time
They would have witnessed those pangs so rife
Many that live would deserve death
Some who died would have deserved life

The circle of life would continue to surprise
In this wheel of destiny one may surmise
Shorten my stay for an easy ride
Yet staying for a reason would be wise

One day perhaps when life is predictable
For the time is still incoming
Thou shall uncover the hidden truths
Desire to live be indeed so becoming

Thou shall discover the true reason
For why you are right to be here
Trust oneself to core of the heart
Surprised you will be, finding all answers there

En-route To Love

Retracing my footsteps, it’s a wise place to begin
Difficult to recollect things, and hard to dig in
Time was thus gone, for those moments forlorn
Precious words not spoken, ceased to be born.

A child’s voice, however honest and true
Is meaningless for those who have forgotten their due
To listen to the very echoes of the lonely heart
That reminds one of a story tearing it apart.

By rights we shouldn’t even be here, but we are…
It’s like stomping through the marshes afar
Who would walk through that wasted meadow?
When the sun is dead and moon in shadow

But that is not for us to decide,
For time is something over we cannot preside
The forces of mankind will continue to haunt
Desire, Feelings and Emotion will necessarily flaunt

The irony may run deeper than we see
In this game of love, heart will definitely flee
Ensnared, one may feel entrapped in this plot
At last it’s just an encouraging thought!

I think I do understand, I know now
Why should we struggle to reason or ask how?
It wouldn’t matter, and to none it would pertain
Nothing stays same, and nothing is certain.

Hope Floats

Take some rest here, you are tired
Escapades to the freedom of mind and heart
I walked, through the earth and gravity
Wearied was my soul as if mired

My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing
Long we have seen this, but for now
People losing faith and allegiance
Louder were those sounds of wailing

He would look at me and hope
Things would get right in order
For I will restore his glory and honor
I will make those melancholy eyes cope

There is a vision, but I cannot see it
It’s long since I had any hope
How can I rest in these hours lost
That hastens the pain of defeat every bit

Have you ever seen it, I asked
The bright eyes sparkling like spike of silver
Unrestrained when your soul takes a fly
When despair is taken away from morning breeze

Have you ever been called home?
By clear ringing sounds of trumpet
One day our paths shall lead us there
Desire and Hope shall float till that time.

Games People Play

All these years I have been your friend
Trust me as you once did, let it go
Frailty was crippling those thoughts
Yet I stayed put all the time to bow

The Rules and Ruses of the Game
Silence of the lambs so bleak
Say nay what you mean
Never mean what you speak

Laughing and half-smirking you see
Shrugging shoulders spew indifference
Mocking, the snide sign of disdain
Raised brows question reverence

Hallelujah! Seeking glory ad infinitum
Whiling away those precious hours
Sharpening the fancied tools of power
Whilst they lie in their ivory tower

Serenity helped us remember
Who am I, for what do I see?
Giving up your nascent sanity
Full of pride, a conceited soul to be

They say it will work out fine
The game is still on and pieces moving
You may not be expected to play it
But you are required to consider it

There and Back Again

All their life they would want, to live life of peace and grace
Listen to their single heart, even when all heads talk
Which is why made up in brains, what lacked in pedigree
Brilliant were the histrionics, perplexing if u agree
The perfect likeness of a brooding mind, magna cum laude
Doing exactly as trained, uttering the words fresh spooned
I bet they would recite hymn, loud and clear in tone
Biding time until windfall, moments of silence alone
Right family, right school, right way of thinking
There were lots of labels, the fetters of progression
They all found a way, adjusting the inner-self
Indeed saving the effort, on thinking for yourself
Adept in balancing obligations, one would often hear
Performing my duty, I reclaim my place in home
Can baste the chicken with one, with the other outline the paper
Bearing those fruits, that bitter sweetness will in time taper
Alas! I see them smiling, but are they happy?
Everything is not what it seems, prima facie
There and back again, it probably would vacillate fast
The desire to live for future; the wish to carry on with the past.

Wiseman’s Illation

Ah! I think I have grown old sire
I know I don’t look it but I am beginning to feel
An old codger so full of memories
I couldn’t walk through that mire

Eternal glory, awaits you, the wise greybeard
Whilst you splay the mystery and the secrets
Dark and deep as they would be for
The events so unfortunate and so weird

Strange thing are to happen, master behold!
Difficult to believe this mere coincidence
To discover the true meaning behind these events
I would for the time being let them unfold

The moment ain’t close for time is yet to come
Keep an eye as often as you can spare
Not letting others know, anxious enough
No knowing what lies ahead for some

Be very wary my friend, if you may
Useful for wee bite stretched minds like mine
Curiosity not a sin, but exercise caution
You could just lose yourself along the way