Persistence

The stage was brilliant...
The act intense...
The player, a zealous soul...
Accolades galore...
Applause unusual...
All defunct now that the show’s done...
Accept the curtain gracefully, for merits never lose their charm..

The road was smooth...
The chariot divine...
The places, gorgeous charms...
Nature benevolent..
Friends compassionate...
All lost in mist now that the journey’s over...
Accept the destination gracefully, for incarcerated images never flee...

The cover was alluring...
The story poignant...
The characters, demure yet brave...
Plots addictive...
Thoughts mystical...
All shut behind now that the book’s read...
Accept the conclusion gracefully, for perceptions never fade away...

The drink was enticing...
The dancers elegant...
The music, enchanting to the core...
Crowd exhilerated...
Ambience delightful...
All gone down the drain, now that the tavern’s closed...
Accept the departure gracefully, for addictions never deceive...

Catch-22

Fight he would,

Come back he would,

With vengeance, with all his valour...

But he would lose the battle

Way before it would commence..

Way before he flaunts his sword..

Way before the blowing trumpet fills his veins with rage and fury...

A casual gaze at the rival crowd

Wouldn't find a face he dislikes..

Wouldn't find a soul he loathes...

Wouldn't find a mind he could refute with all his tremulous heart..

Wavelengths undetected, prayers unanswered,

All would tear apart his defence...

Dilemma, embossed in rusty gold (chemically possible..)

Haunting memories of a mythical Rain God's son...

"Incarnations no more..". announced a feathery crown...

"Go, see and Conquer, if u can..."

Sarcasm from the divine holiness...

He knows, he decides, he taunts and he aids...

He is in command, he holds the gauntlet..

The knight is new to a warfront so intricate..

His eyes, cold and weary

Devoid of fear, courage, hatred or love..

Give him another dimension..

Lend him an axis...

Let him device his theorems...

Analytics

Can’t escape this perfidious mind...
Confined in a destructive niche...
Locked down, tied up...
Messed up bad and no one to blame...

Epiphanies never proved fruitful...
Transitory visions of a perplexed mortal...

The proffer was made and “divinity” prevailed...
Practical sensibility (laugh....) showed its might...
Shaped new paths, but smashed the bridges...
Found the way in, effortlessly, blissfully (???...)...

Innovations never proved fruitful...
Surreal hallucinations of a weary mind...

Never knew the roads lead to the periphery...
The inner sanctity built on outer impudence...
Abstraction, the world perceives none what lies within...
Sacrilege on the pinnacle of confusion...

Annihilations never proved fruitful..
Sadistic interludes of a serene lifestyle...

Obsolete judgments seemed to calm the nerves...
Seeking solace in a fool’s paradise...
Self proclamations, dumb derivations...
Uncanny lure of uncouth intoxications...

Retrospections never proved fruitful...
Painful integrations of depressing monotones...

Memoirs

Reading between the lines is passe...
I wander rapt through the pages...
The silent feel of a forgotten feather...
The faint scent of a hidden rose...
The mesmerizing glow of a golden foil...
A little blot...
Doggy eared with a small scrawl...
A tear, the tear and then a tear for the tear..
A smile, a while and then a while with the smile...
Mystic thoughts drizzle by...
Time stops breathless, enthralled...
Words speak, spaces convey...
The saddle of being blank, aloof...
Reminiscing the long long ride...

Cute

Silence speaks a thousand words
To those who lend an ear..
Thoughts sound dumb to those
Who never hath had a dear..

Obscurity

And then came the breeze..
Soothing with a delicate tocuh..
The hint of a lilly..
Looming all around..
The sun with all its glory..
Morning sky clear as hell..
Well a bad simile there you'd say..
But hell is clear as hell..
Yes the spirit's back..
Hooked up with the bait..
The line aint quite strong to hold it..
Escapade inevitable..

Apprehension

A look in the eye says it all..

The twinkle..

You try to gaze away..

The neurons pull you back..

The sight is fixed..

The mind wanders..

Unanimity in thoughts is elusive..

Plunder the richness of your soul..

Blindfolded on a bed of thorns..

Crucified for good.

Corroded grey matter..

Antigravity

Yes.. I walked down that very street..
Deliberately..
You could say that...
I wanted that flower so badly..
I knew it's just bloomed there..
I had it in a bouquet sometime before..
Knew it was there and it would always be there..
The bouquet was full..
Daisies and roses and lillies..
Weeds thicken..
Yes bouquet can grow weeds, it's true..
Thorns on the stem pricked my fingers..
Bloody mess huh?????

One cut is what i need...
To see the drop once more..
That shiny red dot on the finger tip..
Growing and growing into a little stream..
A puddle..
A lake..
An ocean..

As I drift into the promised land..
The herds are left far behind..

Do you have a next button in your browser dear you?

Duality

Somethings make you feel good.. somethings bad..
But what if those that make you feel good are the sameones that brings a lump in your throat?

The heart beats crazy..
You feel thirsty..
You want to run out of the show place..
But the show's so damn good..

A tear runs down your cheek..
You dont wipe it..
You cherish the taste of tears..
They dont hurt you anymore..

You try to enact the drama again..
Walk down the same lane..
A free-hand this time..
Dizzy and swerving all way through...

Wish and hope are all phoney..
What's still and what's moving..
Throw the ball so far away..
And then run down the busy street..
You cant fetch it..
It always rolls...

Get along says the better half..
But the right has left and what's left is wrong...
The voice breaks..
The tunnel ends..
No light.. Its alright..

Brilliant castles hang in air..
Windows are shut.. Doors wide open..
The path is hidden behind the cloud..
The ray is blocked by the shadow of the sun!