The Struggle…

M so tired

Of it all today

Don’t wanna be strong

But there’s no other escape

No alternative I see

No option comes to me

No multiple choice question

Fear it’s a subjective one

And still I m tired

Just want to give up

A lull I need

A break from all this

The drama of daily

The choice to be pally

With any I meet

Just laughingly greet

I wanna be quiet

With myself and me

No one, none

To break the solitude

But I also know

What I want is

Just a dream

The reality is different

The reality gives me grief.

So I sew a smile on my lip

See that nothing makes it dip

Strengthen my back

And set myself to walk

The thorny path

Does make me baulk

Then I’m reminded of

When the going gets tough

The tough get going

And I set out again

Go on and on

The end in sight

The pathway long.

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Flown Away…

All the angels have flown away

I’ve had them driven away

I cared not if they were

’round to care for me

Safeguard my soul

From the devil of temptation

Dripping desires each ephemeral second

My immortal soul’s in trouble

Now that the angels have deserted me

I knew not of their heavenly presence

For only when they went away

Was I made aware of the fact.

Till then I thought I lived a charmed life

No struggle, no pain, no needless strife.

But now that the angels have all gone away

It’s just one endless, endless night

A giant vacuum, no end in sight.

Now that all angels have finally flown away…

On My Way…

On my way
Of this life
I feel wonder
I feel strife

I daily question
The nature of it
Then laugh again
In the next bit.

What is it
That makes up this life?
Is it the small joys
Or the pain that’s rife?

The souls I meet
In this journey
Are they mates?
Or competitiors in some tourney?

What is life?
I daily wonder
The smile of innocent
Or the wicked’s plunder?

To comprehend I try
I struggle and struggle
But in the end
Is it worth the trouble?

Life is made of
Such paradoxes
Births and Deaths
Concaves and Convexes

I daily question
The nature of it
Then laugh again
In the next bit.

And then I think
What would I do?
If I knew it all
Pain and pleasure too.

It’s better to leave
Some mystery to life
Brighter is the world then
Lessens the pain and strife.

I no more question
The nature of it
Just laugh again
Now and in the next bit.

Life…

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Life’s for living
And let no one tell you different
There’s no time for
Pain and guilt
And let no one tell you different.

Death and birth
Are part of it
Pleasure and sorrow
Present and morrow
Heaven and hell
All come together
To form this mishmash
This hash called life.

Struggle and strife
Happiness and grief
Just one life
You’ve got to live.

The going may get tough
Just get a little rough
So what will you do
Curl up and give in too?

It’s just one life
So why give up?
Be smart, be brave
Stand tall, stand up!

Black and white
Are just myths
‘Tis shades of grey
That life exists.

Life’s for living
And let no one tell you different.

Darkness Rising…

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Dark thoughts come crowding in my brain,
My mind lives in partial darkness
Don’t know any more wrong from right
In one view, scheme’s greenery and bleakness.

Feels like a desert night-time,
Myriad thoughts like million scattered stars.
Dry and cold and brilliant hues
Jagged soul scars of many wars.

The road is barren, is hard, is tough
The promise of an oasis just round the bend
Palm trees and water to nourish the soul
To make it brand new, healthy and whole.

Comes crowding in, does the darkness
Like a slithering serpent with a sibilant hiss
Pours its venom, poisons the mind
No more hues, just blue and its kind.

And still the fight remains,
Between light and darkness
A war zone inside my brain
Missiles, shards, empty shells
The carcass of one in this mess.

A Promise…

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I have made a promise
To myself
To keep on walking
Until the end
To persevere
Against all the odds.
‘Coz when it gets tougher
The rough gets rougher.
The bets are higher.
The winnings greater
Just need to stick a bit long.
Smile, sweat and song.
It is a lone struggle
Against the very nature
The lessons of yore
Stacks of customs and mores.
A steep incline
I climb and climb.
Sores on my feet
Fire in my soul.
Now that I see the path.
I can’t do nothing but walk.
To be willfully blind
Is the height of folly.