EASY CHOICE 

I don't find myself confused standing at the crossroad 

For it has become easy to choose the path which is dark, 

It does hide what I keep harbouring 

My trepidations so stark.

Is not this pebbled road tired of my usual story 

Vulnerability, confusions and unhappy confessions!
Isn't it weary of listening to the same libretto of regressions?

In love with the dark, I have fallen for this darkness,
For the fear of light, feels heavy on heart,does not wish for loving caress.
For the light would expose the fears hidden,
Hidden in the darkest moats of my soul
I am tired of this game of expectations, on the whole.

But what exactly do I fear,
Pain, suffering or love
The love that calls for unmatched pain
Or the suffering that leads to Love.

Is everyone as fearful as me,or not
If so,are they strong enough to accept it,or not.

Isn't everyone, everyday, every moment
Fighting battles of rendered defiance
Then it's just a matter of ignorance or acceptance.
Lost to the battles, there is acquisence
to the 'force' they quite don't even understand.

There is this narrow cut, leading to the 'lighthouse', I ignore it
What purpose may it serve,for maybe I have the light within me,
Just not decided whether I should let it glare.

I do not choose,choosing is a difficult choice,
I have left it all to the destiny, to be chosen.
For now at this moment, I love the silence this road speaks, the time seems just frozen.

Acceptance of normalcy, not acceptable
This desire to desire, still so much desirable
But this hoping against hopes,
Is just the game so miserable.

What kind of journey is it,
In search of identity or disposition
Is it a quest to live or mere sustenance.

Today also I return,without any answer to my confusions
But it's okay, I don't have to pretend
I'm fine with my kind of convulsions.

So  I will leave,
This road to rest
Let it find it's peace.
For tomorrow I may come back
To continue my journey of silent scream.

Unrequited Desire

                                        Unrequited Desire

I envy the moon,that knows it all,

every secret of that wounded heart,has it cajoled,

Let me break-through the boundaries of that tethered soul.

Those flashing eyes beholding fables of affronted pains,

I see through them a carefree smile,veiled 

have you kept it,make me the palliative rains.

Captive held I am of that riveting smile underneath that heart-so-ached

Can't  you let me find my solace,

Can't you let me enter that forbidden place?

Have not all the endeavours that I contrue,

Apprise how much I pine to be a piece of you?!

Oh I am tired,

Can the consequences be more dire?!

Against me this moon has conspire,

Look,how it mocks its victory of my 

Unrequited Desire!!!

 

                                       I, Me and Myself

Reflecting upon the strokes of my own reflection ,

I dwell hard enough to find the answer,

answer to my question of being I, Me and Myself.

Who should be answering my query, these lifeless beings?

this sun ,the moon, the stars,

oh these ones with mere handful of light,

and this one with a scar??!!

What do they got to their credentials,

so they could solve my query of purposeless existence,

Well that makes me ponder upon as to

 what they have got to their pronounced persistence.

Oh, this boastful ball of fire,

Regarded as the reverend sire,

The least it could do is 

Diminish the darkness through its 

soothing shine.

Atleast, "I" burning with the fire of revenge

have the power to sway away light from an 

innocent's life.

Oh, that muse of every poet,

scintillating bright, calm and quiet.

the least it could do is 

fill a remorseful heart with peaceful delight.

Atleast, 'I" devoid of any mercy and absorbed in hatred

have the power to overshadow lives with terror and fear,

can cause austere havoc and plight.

Oh,that cotton-bed full of tiny droplets ,

beholding close the message of joy and prosperity,

The least it could do is 

Drench us with abundant showers of palliative rains.

Atleast, "I" beholding cruelty at heart and a fragile mind 

can send tears rolling down innocent cheek,

can cause unmatched pain.

Sprinting tress,singing birds,

boundless ocean........

Powerless Creations!!!

Atleast  "I" can

take away the beauty of blossoming flower,

turn the demure creatures into menial vagabond 

And at last,

ask the ocean to absolve me of my "powerful acts".

Maybe now, I am realizing the power of

"me",

Maybe now, I am answered the question of 

"myself".

And now i wish i could be  a part of every of that 

"powerless being so "selfless".....

Anything except of being just......

"I,Me And Myself".