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The ABC Song!

Living ‘Life’
7 Minutes
Companions
Washed away!
the delicate bend of
a verdant olive blade;
That gentle venerate breeze
was just beginning to attempt
to court the demure divine bead;
When that sullen dark sky
bellowed in distraught,
and let out its fury.
The deluge that followed
washed away the traces
of what might have been
a wonderfully romantic morning.
(P.S. Please indulge me, I am trying to find my way back.)
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Demystification
3 weeks later!
Harmony
Fights and kisses
Weddings and funerals
Hatred and love
Beauty and the beast
Curses and blessings
Dawn and dusk
Despair and hope
Smiles and tears
Nightmares and dreams
Friends and enemies
Success and failure
Poverty and opulence
Oasis and barren lands
Nihilism and faith
Zeniths and nadirs
Open ends and new beginnings
Relativity and absolutes
Decadence and morality
Progress and deadlocks
Heads and tails…
Always one and the other
So brace yourself
It’s a world of paradoxes
That harmoniously fit in
To form a balanced reality
Consolatory?
Light?
A nagging desire for light
The night has been black, evil almost
The fear of the unknown
Intensifying in the obscurity
Haunting shadows, now apparitions
The promise of the morning beacon
Offers little consolation
If it is not now
It doesn’t really matter when
The question of survival
Lasts only as long as
The darkest vertex
And once that is endured
The shimmer of the break of dawn
No longer warms the soul
The blinding blaze and the
Beaming glow, the piercing
Ebony and the deafening silence
Concatenates into a nebulous halo
Enveloping the consciousness
Of the being that once
Yearned for eternal illumination
The nagging desire for light
Replaced by the strength to
Bear nadirs and zeniths alike
बस यूँ ही
और नहीं होकर भी नहीं हैं
आवाज़ क्यूँ हर दम मेरी तरफ से ही आये
हम इस इंतज़ार में हैं की कभी
वोह भी हमें पुकार ले
यूँ तो ज़िन्दगी में
कोई गम कोई तकल्लुफ नहीं
लेकिन ऐसे भी तो
कोई कल की आरजू या उमंग नहीं
अल्फाजों में एक सन्नाटा सा है
खामोशी भी बातें नहीं करती
इस रिश्ते की एहमियत यही है
की हमको अभी इसकी समझ ही नहीं
जो इस वक़्त लम्हा गुज़र रहा है
वोह एक रेट के टीले को
अपने संग लिए जा रहा है
Clichéd
Broken wings
Stifled aspirations
Disappointed joy
Wasted beauty
Sickening heights
Heartening sorrow
Tumultuous depths
Futile wins
Enriching failures
Abandoned plans
Hasty decisions
Anchorless home
Inviting shores
Painful learning
Saccharine hurt
Bitter bond
Unknown acquaintance
Forgiven ties
Continuous darkness
Luminous halo
Critical steps
Steep climb
Illusive destination
Arbit
Hesitation in my mind
A firm determination in my will
And a weakening tremor in my movement
My soul is pure
My desire tainted
Mornings burn in flames
And evenings turn crimson cinder
Creativity has ceased to be innovative
Invention is just a discovery
A goal I know not
The road is often traversed
I weave realities
Dreams happen
I cannot recognize
The image that is me
My being continues to be
Powerful in its resonance
Contradictions no longer exist
Nor do choices
There is no either or
No place for if and but
Life’s a series of commas, semi colons, and ampersands
It is this and that
A flavor on top of the other
All colors flow into each other
The canvas can no longer contain
The musings of a wanderer.
A vital chord...
A vital chord, once upon a time dearer than life itself,
That was strained yet hopeful,
Twang … it snapped as I watched aghast today
The reason so simple, recurrent, so obvious
The doer blissfully oblivious.
I don’t know if the two broken pieces
Will ever come together like they once did.
But even if the ends are tied
The knot shall ever remain.
And this day shall mark the end
Of an era well loved and lived
Well fought and defended
Ill fated and cursed.
Thus shall begin a new period of
Mutual exclusion and the search
For inner peace and self respect.

