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.

Advertisements

Life…

life

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…

images

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…

path

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.

The Path…

image

The dark path or the path towards light… It’s a choice… The path towards light is good, is right…. But the dark path – oh so tempting!

I resist the temptation…. Moment by moment…. A moment resisted is a moment conquered….

Keep resisting… Keep walking…

A Dark Escape…

20125251534_darkness

Sweet Escape
Fill in the space
Between the dark and light
Between the dawn and night.

Sweeter taste
Of dreams so chaste
Flights of innocence
Purest in essence.

Sweetest sleep
Please let me keep
The promise of slumber
No chains to encumber.

“Wait for you, I do each night;
Take me in your arms, in sweetest delight.
Each moment I struggle, each minute I fight
Alas! Every time, it’s a dark, endless flight.
Wait for you, I do each night
A gaze bleary, a sunken sight.
Lie by my side, ease my plight.
Seep in my soul, make it right.”