Living Dead

as seconds tick and time flies
a histroy made, somebody dies
as you and me take every breath
we are indeed nearing death
to discuss and debate the why of then
to wonder if sense shall come and when
to fight over all that was done and said
makes one nothing but living dead!

Osho says that with every moment of our life we are indeed dying, so to live in the past implies you're nothing but a dead man living!

Mystery

Inexplainable shall best describe

the mystery that surrounds this earth

no religion shall preach nor doctrine describe

who ceases life or blesses birth

- a reflection after reading Kabir and Osho, who's religion is love

Past Burden

through acts of confessions, confidence and care
you strip your reality to me all bare
A truth i may not want to embrace
a path i neither want to tread or trace
this generous gift of penitent past
A braindead burden to ever last?
I beg you not my love to try
such clever ways to make me cry........

sweet :-)

Unreality

Today I made a promise to me

That for myself alone I shall ever be

Happiness, sorrow, love, or pain

suffering from loss, or enjoyment from gain

to me alone, shall I solely bare

the thoughts that tread for none to spare!

A very tough lesson learnt this weekend. I am finally writing again. 

I Realize

love, happiness, and fun in main

I bestow upon myself - not in vain

for to lose is lot, but much more to gain

perpetual goodness simple and plain

for there is nothing romantic in perpetual pain!!

I am serious my friends, I realize there is nothing romantic and brave in experiencing pain. Don't dwell or stay in something if it gives you any. Reflections on a lesson learnt rather hard.

Ev(e)olved

I seek to change a lot in me

to break some shackles and set free

I want to strip the solitude 

 chase the demons in my attitude

work with all my heart and soul

positive vibes to dish and dole

New journeys I am about to make

I am willing to give all it takes

when a beamish morrow makes way

I want to have only the best to say

I am starting to realize the virtue of living alone, and roughing it out. I complained all of last year, so much that I missed the beauty of what was happening to me. This year I want to ensure I don't do too much of that. I am at least going to try and love myself and the gift thats my life even more. :-D Like my best friend says often men don't come across women who love themselves. 

Think Trash

Sometimes in speech or passing thought

judgements, opinions, statements what not

I hastily make, too much to say

but to later think, and regret in dismay

These days I think there is too little time

for the world and its mom to lend a dime

and hence unburden any wretched rot

that may lurk as stupid thought 

.... I was going through facebook, and came across the profile of an acquaintance ( not disclosed), and realized that though we are not the best of friends, in the past I have been seriously judgemental of this person, to the extent, I feel bad now. Honestly the world and its mom doesn't care about anyone actions beyond two - three working days, as long as it's not having effects reported on Bloomberg.

Fury

What doesn't it cost my friend;
to stay so angry days on end?
To believe you have every right
to take life and instill fright.
Destroying lives and scarring minds
inflicting pain of the very worst kind.
How differently does your heart beat
in venturing into these merciless feats?
What lies in your line of vision
to accomplish such mindless missions?
I ask you not to share the love
but remind you, you aint the power above.
Go look around and see a smiling child
and wipe that fury that drives you wild.
If not I wish I was god for just one day
to change you for good or do you away......


I cannot contain my anger, sadness, and shock. More than that I am unable to fathom the fury that is destroying us. Sitting miles away in my air conditioned office in Singapore, I can do little else than write a silly poem, hoe, pray, feel quite useless, and curse.

If we all spare a few grams of love, some kind words, a random hug, and few moments of appreciation, a grateful acknowledgement, pennies for charity and silent prayers for some people we dont know..... will it go help?? I mean all of us ... everyone in the world.

As I asked once earlier, two years ago in one of my posts.... does it take tragedy inflicted pain to remind us to appreciate the gifts of life and love? I feel stupid complaining about my job, long distance relationship, the HDB I live in, and all the trivial things that contribute two cents of fury to me.....

Absence

Its only when we cherish their dearth
Do we realise the value of their worth

.... I trully regale in my smiling tears when I tell some people these three words everytime we speak - " I miss you". The pleasure of making them realise how much I value their presence in my life, by their physical sporadic absence, actually overcomes the pain. One hell of a paradox.

The Missing Link

There are some persons far and few

who seem like the ones you always knew

but stumbled across just yesterday

through circumstances so very stray

You try and piece the puzzle in vain

But mystery is all that it will remain

from where in the worlds battle rink

did appear these missing links

.......... I cannot explain my attachment for some people, I cannot explain why I experience a comfort close to slumber with them. I swear I never knew their existence, race, religion, family or status in all my earlier years..... but I feel like I have known them all my life.....and yes I wish we had met way way earlier 

Status Quo

Well sky hasn’t fallen and the earth hasn’t shook.
Memories good the old boss took
I spend my days doing some work
Whatever little I never shirk
I go home each night tired with hope
That tomorrow won’t be much to scramble and grope
That colleagues and friends will be there to stay
So will my job I beg and pray

................an answer to a question i frequently face these days. "How's the new boss?"
I miss DW like hell, but in all fairness, change is the more permanent thing in life.

The rest

Sometimes I burden myself too much
Burdens of secrets, sadness and such
Then I thurst my hands into pockets deep
pockets where treasures I safely keep
treasures of love,trust,and desire
some treats of attraction that kindle fire
I envision victories from battles fought
As I happily rest in pillows of thought

.............I've never been accused of being unimaginative till date :-), I've never been accused of not thinking too much................

Endless Desert

On grainy ground i bursh my cheek
A sandy wind around me reeks
I steady myself and take a look
Around me is a desert without nook
Empty, endless, entire and extreme
I desperately try to shake of this dream
A harsh sun shines on my sight
A reality so painful I cannot fight
Rampant thirst scorches my throat
Like a wandering spirit I aimlessly float
Where is the oasis to end my strife?
To give me comfort and render me life

I feel terribly lost in this emotional wasteland....

Anxiety

In melancholy silence i passed the days

to kill time I search for ways

In this emotional wasteland I try to survive

My spirits, affections I desperately revive

through phone calls, rendezvous, and the web

I muster courage to pass this ebb

I dream and imagine of days to come

of laughter, romance, and songs to hum

my words betray me, my poetry shies

in rueful tears my vision dries

.....The last few days have been particularly bad. I wish to go back in time.

Energy Unbound

No room for thought or trouble
the pulse races and heart beats double
The music is up and my hair is down
I lose myself and into the rhythm i drown

.................How I love to dance!! I cant wait to be on a dance floor again.

Suspension

Solitude surrounded strange strife
I find abundant in today's life


................. I want to go out but I want to stay in .......... I am free to do as I please, yet bound to my seat..............

Loss

Greatest fears I frequently fight
Loss of perspective and words to write

....writers block ..... is such a bitch

Search

In this day is there a dearth
of men of making, manner and mirth?
are there characters so very rare
that it takes only test of time to bare
I am being tried of my patience best
I am dying to end this endless quest
Courage, joy, and happiness i feign
when truthful solitude drives me insane

..................Hmmmm ........................ single life has its shelf life.

Muse in waiting

words and looks are of what use
when I am not blessed as your desire's muse

The nameless Bard

I try in my efforts oh so hard
to bring to life that nameless bard
if in love I ever find my way
it would be with him forever to stay

.......... A man of great words, poetry and reading....sigh....if only I could be his muse.........like fair viola.