Facing the night

There is no other way

To escape the night

Than face the darkness

And live through it

But after every night

After every darkness

Comes the day

Esker Realities

Betwixt

the alluring dreams

and the pressing realities

life sways precariously

in volatility

Darkened by inhibitions

of confusions and betrayals

Speed breaking bumps

pull me down

through potholed paths.

Life hangs on a tether

of callous emotions

and pervading thoughts

discarded and dissolved

in expensive smiles

and frozen tears.

Souls drudging

to shallow emptiness

and yet I must sync

my mental state of being

I climb up, step by step

enticed by the dreams

Bound by the realities

Pacing my karmic stride

to esker realities

Outlander

Anonymity is my garb

Vagabond my personage

Faceless is my being

Outlander my name

mysterious are my ways

in guise of curiosities

and  heartless facades

Like a passing shadow

I am doomed to fade

cannot  unmask the mask

cannot star gaze your hopes

banish me to vanish

if ever I mar your dreams

Flame at the wick

Let disputes die

Disasters perish

Coldness calm down

May luck transcend

Good vibes follow

and joyful aura

For every streak

A flaming spark

Lighten the trails

May dreams see

darkness subdued

and radiance gleam

And all through

May the flame at the wick

flare and flourish

unwavered

unknown

the silhouette
knows not
the clouds floating
near
and yet afar
and I
a bystander
look on
 

Geriatric

Gout torment  the geriatric

leaning on his walking stick

strained by a tottering pace

his back bent with years spent

the grey locks has its tales to tell

and the wrinkles on the brow

his shadow is a mere specter

of the frail frame he wears

bereft with the failing senses

he dodders on in senility

reminiscent of his salad days

beckoning from the yesteryear

He treads on his final leg

down the life’s last lane

Nonstop

Busy!
We are 

hard at work

for ever and evermore

The hands of time never stop

The wheels of life must run

on and on

at all times

in perpetuity

from dawn to dusk

from cradle to grave

pursuing verities

of sweet nothings

A paradox

of life wedged

in the coils of realities

We scurry on

till we exist no more

Sans poetic Sense

My  blog has gone  awry

All this while

sans the well timed posts

nonsensical though

yet endearing

to the poet

But I am not dead

i am still alive 

and somehow kicking

Poorer in thoughts

I am now bereft of the muse

So strange for a poet

words fail me

as  life tweaks

unusually

I strive hard

I strive against

and yet

can't maintain

the deft balance

I fear 

If I should

ever loose

my poetic sense

Am I a poet?

Am I a poet?

Can what I pen

be called Poems?

I ask myself

the mismatch

so surreal

It only baffles me

Nothing

What is Nothing?

Hmm…

Nothing is

not anything

Anything

That is something

is not nothing

Nothing is something

that isn’t anything?

Something is nothing

when it isn’t anything

So to say

plainly

Nothing is nothing

But no

Nothing isn’t nothing

It is anything

infact everything

Nothing is something

Nothing is empty

Nothing is void

Absurd, vacant

Nothing is zero

But zero has its value

So does nothing

aim less

Many a paths

lead to 
destination

But 
what purpose 
are the paths

when there is no 
destination

a passing thought

Of what purpose are the name and fame?

when  life is just a briefly played game

the mundane realities one can’t disclaim

someday the inevitable death shall proclaim

what remains then for one to acclaim?

dilemma

I am lost totally

Betwixt two thoughts

One that says I should do it

the other asserts that I shouldn’t

I don’t know what I should do

Though I surely need to pick one

How do I resolve?

Shall I toss a coin?

Or simply close my eyes

and pick my choice in random

Huh, I can’t decide

I am at the cross roads

Of the inevitable dilemma

Unable to take the pick

What shall I do?

I don’t know

The road not taken

shall make the difference

bogged DOWN

Tired I am running the life’s race

Forced glee and simulated exhilarations

in diverse courses and disparate pace

Often in uncommon asinine sensations

Romping life’s varied spanned game

Every day in and every day tediously out

And all the while, it’s just the same

the humdrum affairs of a life’s fallout

the greener grass on the other side

the varied temptations of the life

the ever flowing of the time and tide

will not even for a single moment thrive

there is momentary glory and bliss

in the unchained beauty of the rainbow

only that soon it shall all go amiss

all the worthless great pompous show

the exactitude of the illusive realities

the saccharine sweetness of the dreams

the derisive mocking of everyday formalities

bogs me down  to silent unsung screams

Beggar

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The beggar begs by the roadside

attired in tattered patched up rags

chanting some melancholic tunes

as we walk past by on the road

We care not to lend him a glance

let alone spare him a penny

We hear not his screams for alms

We understand no beggars tongue

that speaks loud even in deep silence

We know not his severed pride

and we won’t even spare a thought

the events driving him to the roads

Ah, how we look down on him

for he is a destitute and we are not

Ah, Is it wrong to be a beggar?

Who wants to be a beggar after all?

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cast some light

reveal me

illuminate my  soul

define my being

I don’t know myself

Stalled

Life demands

more than just living

in moments and hours

in days and nights

Life demands

Being more

Living more

Wanting more

and doing more

Life demands

hearing the silence

Searching the unfound

Knowing the unknown

Reaching the stars

and even beyond

But

the gaze

the haze

the laze

stalls the quest

aroused
and yet weakened

the plaguing denials

the blinding truths

veiled in darkness

the irony of the reality

the disillusionment

flamed and shamed

We only care to stare
but don't dare