It is This

Three shades of green,
Two of brown,
One pure white,
It caught my sight.

Stretching into the blue expanse,
With a delicate cloud stuck to it.

As I climbed up,
I saw the blinding sun,
And never ending snow.

Thus I experienced the famous couplet,
"If there is heaven on earth,
It is this, it is this. "

Tommorow

Tomorrow’s the day,

The day, when I shall fly,

When I shall taste the wind,

The day, I dreamt of.

Now I can’t wait,

For tomorrow to come.

Even as I imagine tomorrow,

I remember, I will have to fly away,

Away from what I have,

Away from who I have.

Get some, lose some,

That’s the golden rule… 

I Turned Around

From one edge to another,

I saw that day.

Land on both sides, void betwixt.

There was a milestone and it said

“SUCCESS: A Leap Away,

 DISTRESS: The Very Same.”

I knew, one wrong step,

And its Humpty-Dumpty all the way down.

Not that pain scares me, we’re next of kin,

Not that despair haunts me, Not that I don’t dare.

But as I stood there and looked on,

Both sides were the same,

Barren, rocky ground.

Life game me an edge to leap off,

And I turned around.

The Axe

I met a man, staggering along

A desolate path.

When I asked him how he ended up there,

He said, “I took a wrong turn,

And I just couldn’t go back

But I will reach home…

Through the forest”

I pointed out as to how dense it was,

He walked on,

Turned around,

Patted his axe,

And said, “I will cut my way through”.

As he did so, the gleam of his eyes,

Told me he would do it.

The Cursed One

Today I tell you of a story, a sorry and untold one,

We hear of many great heroes but seldom,

Seldom, does one hear of the cursed one,

He with his might many battles won,

And in his times mad countless enemies,

including the three fates of Hades,

so that he may for his sins atone,

the fates cursed him to forever walk alone,

and walk alone forever he did,

thus his life and fame this curse undid.

I Cannot Rest

I cannot rest,

I must go on,

I cannot rest,

Not now, not here,

I, cannot rest.

Tonight some sleep in peace,

Some celebrate,

For they think, they have won,

For they think, the battle is over,

But they are wrong.

They do not take life for what it is,

It is not one battle after another,

It is an eternal war.

There is no peace,

There is no rest,

Until the very end.

Every moment they spend in their oasis,

Of peace and pleasure,

They lose on their dreams,

They lose on the true victory.

But I must fight on,

I, must trudge on,

For I have a dream,

I, shall not rest,

Until it is fulfilled.

And I must achieve my utopia,

I must taste success,

I must win this eternal war.

Thus I cannot rest.

I, cannot rest…

Let There Be Rage

When you are down,

When you are all knocked out,

When you can’t move on,

When you’ve been pulled down,

When you’ve lost sight.

Then don’t hold back,

And let there be rage,

Rage, against such preposterous blindness,

Let there be rage,

Rage, against these woeful bonds.

And in this rage,

 Pray, lash out,

Severe the bonds,

Set the world ablaze,

Paint it red.

And in that moment,

Pray, soar above the rest.

Be, what you want to be,

For you are the architect of your own destiny,

Shape it well, shape it well. 

The Turn

I am at corner,

I am about to take a turn.

For me, this road is over,

And a new one is about to start.

But is it grassy and green,

Or is it thorny and dry?

Is it an untrodden one,

Or is it one well-travelled by?

I guess I will never know,

Until I make this road my very own.

A Thousand Paths

A thousand paths lie ahead

Spread, like a spider’s web.

A thousand ways, a thousand roads,

A thousand stories waiting to be told.

With each new step,

A thousand paths unfold.

There will be those,

Who’ll walk along,

And those who’ll walk away instead.

They will come and they will go,

But you will go on forever.

An eternal march, an eternal war

Is all that is yours.

But no matter how big a spider’s web,

It will always cross itself.

A Fire

I’ve tried to galvanize my heart,

To electroplate it.

All, in order to

Protect its soft core,

To hide it,

To disguise it.

But every now and then,

Again and again,

It just bursts out,

And I lose control.

But it’s good to let go,

It’s easy to sit back and watch.

Sometimes what comes out I wind

That enkindles the flame of purpose,

And what grows, is a raging fire,

Albeit with direction.

But usually what is let loose,

Is a bunch of firewood,

But what grows is a fire,

That lives only to annihilate.