Fickle…

Man – how fickle are thee!

Everywhere that I see

Your duplicity it be.

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Shadows…

The night weighs me down

When the world slumbers by.

Eyes unfixed, unseeing

On the horizon to lighten

Up so that

There’s clutter and clatter

Daily humdrum of life

The chores and errands

Myriad things to fix.

By the by, the day passes

Twilight zone emerges then.

Heavy soul, heavy sigh

The drudgery of darkness.

Counting the seconds

Time slowly slithers by

Shadows ‘pon the world

Coiled in its tangles.

See it all, do I

With eyes unfixed, unseeing

O’er the horizon, they wander.

Churning, frothing in depths

Never becalmed the waters.

Feelings in the grey zone

In Shadowlands, my existence.

Nameless be thou

Who banished me to this.

Cerulean Veil…

The world slows down

In the night time mellows.

Blurs forming ‘fore my eyes

The deeps and shallows.

Under cover of darkness

A collective sigh.

A canvas of souls

“Sweet relief, oh my!”

Craving release

Of task, herculean.

Succour brings the sunset

The skies cerulean.

Looking towards the west

My being releases a breath.

Sweetest surrender

Slumber of death.

Choices…

Jealousy!

Thy insidious snake.

Writhing inside me, turning everything green, murky… Clouding my mind… Digressing me from the correct path, the correct options…

Why oh why are we so susceptible to jealousy? The way I have experienced life, we have more predilections towards certain emotions than others – jealousy being one of them. The moment the green-eyed monster rises in the mind, one forgets everything and just blindly reacts… Why? Is it hardwired in our makeup as human beings? And if it is, then is it more genetic or spiritual? Or are both one and the same? Do we carry both genetic and spiritual footprints from one birth to the next as we die so that we are only as evolved as we make ourselves in the previous birth and have to suffer or celebrate our backwardness or advancement in the next birth?

Is it all instinctual? So many ugly monsters inside us and so many angels… Heaven and hell both inside us… Yes! That maybe it… The monsters become stronger sometimes and lead me on the wrong path but when the clouds ease up, the angels step through to guard me through whatever path I might have chosen. And you know what? The end isn’t half bad as it might have been… My angels do do their job…

That’s life I guess… One unpredictable path of choices with monsters tempting one off the path and angels guarding one back on the path through any hurdles and roadblocks… I just hope that the end is worth all the trouble…

Jealousy! Anger! Greed! Lust! Thy name is Life!

Keep Walking…

Nirvana…

Thirsty Soul,

What’s your quench?

Cresting your thirst is,

In the heaviest drench.

The absolute you quest

A solemn path it is.

In the deepest of forests

Wayward Soul, you miss!

Dark not the forest

Enchanting the senses.

Overwhelming, overpowered

To its tune, the fool dances.

Yet inside, it awaits

To satiate its thirst immortal.

Realize the one truth

Open up the one portal.