Riches

Riches

This is my ode to a fritter
Of a lovely welcome holiday
Well made plans and then the others
All shunned on a cool breezy day

Tucked inside a warm blanket
By the breeze which gently shook
I watch the day go by, still
Between the turning pages of a book

The chores important of some degree
And then a few I completed frivolous
A new lacquer on old skill-sets
And a thing for the stomach omnivorous

A day of learning, spent on self
A day so narcissistic, spent on self
A day to cherish, spent on self
A day of the calendar, spent on self

A thought takes shape of little prod
I am for sure very rich today
No, not for money, nor materials
But my time I have a lot today

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Alive and Scared

Alive and Scared

Oh what a time to feel alive
On a quiet night in a high concrete forest
Walking in the dark
Guided by fluorescent lamps
Left unshielded by third storey curtains

Alive on the last spurt of energy
After a long caffeinated orgy of ingenuity
Scared of the dark
Blinded by white glares
Of unquestioned strobes of disapproval

Oh what a time to feel scared
Afraid at once of this fragile existence
Staring at the mountain
Alone, unprotected, unsheltered
Of dreams piled through the clouds of tomorrow

Scared of a ceaseless ocean
Dragging a lifeless body away, away
Not drowning, yet
Floating forever on bouys
Of duties and responsibilities and trials

Oh what a time to be alive
Oh what a time to be scared
On the cusp of greatness lest the courage fail
On the cusp of despair lest the hope prevail
Woe be to who in this battle of self?
I'm alive and scared
I'm alive, I'm scared

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The Human Stage

The Human Stage

The stage is set for the day
For a series of improvised monologues
Delivered for an impact, precise, well rehearsed
Then, the lapping up of ever effervescent praise
A silent and quick exit left
The stage, reset for a new day

Of course, the exit never exists
For one stage leads to the next
All floating, temporary, for improvised performances
But an inner stage, in secrecy of the sacred ungods
A silent memoir of perseverence
The inner stage, always exists

The questions arise, the answers arise
Never together
The forlorn couple in forlorn love
Destined apart
Between the mirror mirages and the what-the-fuckery of voiceovers
The checks and balances are frailer than a lunar crescent

I keep an eye out for sudden hands out of shut windows
An eye out for recognition and its eventual avoidance
Treading on a brownian path for amoebic sustenance
Encapsulating the happenings of an omnipresent present
I keep an eye out for each new stage
I keep an eye over the levee, lest it break

I hear an occasional shout to let it flood over
More shouts and cheers to let the levee fail
I laugh, I laugh at their temptations
I laugh, I laugh at their hopes
I laugh till I'm alone on my stage
I'm alone where it all matters

Here all is sacred
Unblemished, ungodly
The performance ceases
The stage ceases
I'm alone
I'm me

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A Winter Sunset

A Winter Sunset

The gentle onset of an ignorant cold
Over the fast fading amber-orange warmth
On shivers transmitted by a perverse breeze
Permeating all, unhindered by fabric
Unhindered by the very skin that clings
Laid bare to the bones and the blood
Yet, surprisingly gentle - a tease

The clouds conspicuous by absence
As the urban stars are being lit up
The Orion of jogger track gardens
The Great Bear of the snarling expressway
The moon is a billboard of gourmet cheese
There will be nothing beyond soon

The slowness of it all, and suddenness
Probe the finality of absence
As each weakening ray lingers on memories
Lingers on what could have been
The warmth of hope, fading

This transformation is a riot high up
The fringes of the western sky deepening red
The east lost to its own deepened dark

The hallowed inner consciousness
The only warmth on offer

The winter sun, slowly sets

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