Someday, when the time shall come for me to hold on to ropes
And to let myself be hoisted up
Up to where I have always claimed to crave for
Pray,
I shall look back on my life
Regret the steps that I didn't take, out of fear
Regret the pain I caused, out of resentment
Regret the pleasures I didn't experience, acting out of stricture
Regret the time I've wasted, simply because I was too focused
Regret the money I didn't spend, because I feared for the future
Regret the broods that filled me up, as I was eaten by a false ego
Regret for not standing up to my points, fearing the looks that shall be shed on me
Regret for not calling those who wanted to hear me, as I was too busy
Regret the darkness that I enveloped myself with, as I had no hope in hope!
Pray, I shall still let myself be hoisted up
While letting my conscience hammer on me
That I didn't live as I should have
That, maybe, if given another chance
I could love life
And help life love me in return
But then,
Shall it be worth it
Shall it be ever be worth it?
When life is itself a moment spent immersed in a virtual realism
Which we, submerged by our senses,
Deem as being real
When the switch is to be turned off
When the screen is to be lifted off our eyes
Pray, is it worth living it
And are regrets worth shouldering?
Friday, 23 February 2018
Thursday, 22 February 2018
The skies' show~~~~
I saw the skies light up
As if, up there, in those unreachable realms,
The Gods were celebrating!
Yes, the lightning rays were riotous
The thunder, head-splitting,
Even vociferous
So much that, sitting in my car,
Watching and listening to it all
My heart started to shake with agitated tremors!
What is it that's moving the Gods
Is it Love?
Is it Victory?
Or is it simply the very joy of existing as Gods?
Why, being mighty, powerful, eternal,
Having the power to play with people's fates,
To travel in between realms
And to morph into whatever one deems
Must surely be in itself, a cause
To celebrate!
Somehow, the urge to please those unseen and unknown powers
Scrapes the very depths of my heart
Yes, for them, I am even ready to let lightning roast me up
For them, I am even ready to crawl in seas infested with snakes
For them, I am even ready to let go of my independent feminist pride
And be, so totally over-reliant!
Why, wish I with a twinge of jealousy
That, like the Gods,
Me too, I could play with Earth's skies,
With lightning bolts
And booms of thunder
Scaring people and wonder-striking them!
But since I can't
Being made of mortal flesh and blood,
I shall satisfy myself
With merely letting my heart do somersaults
While the show of celebration is on!
As if, up there, in those unreachable realms,
The Gods were celebrating!
Yes, the lightning rays were riotous
The thunder, head-splitting,
Even vociferous
So much that, sitting in my car,
Watching and listening to it all
My heart started to shake with agitated tremors!
What is it that's moving the Gods
Is it Love?
Is it Victory?
Or is it simply the very joy of existing as Gods?
Why, being mighty, powerful, eternal,
Having the power to play with people's fates,
To travel in between realms
And to morph into whatever one deems
Must surely be in itself, a cause
To celebrate!
Somehow, the urge to please those unseen and unknown powers
Scrapes the very depths of my heart
Yes, for them, I am even ready to let lightning roast me up
For them, I am even ready to crawl in seas infested with snakes
For them, I am even ready to let go of my independent feminist pride
And be, so totally over-reliant!
Why, wish I with a twinge of jealousy
That, like the Gods,
Me too, I could play with Earth's skies,
With lightning bolts
And booms of thunder
Scaring people and wonder-striking them!
But since I can't
Being made of mortal flesh and blood,
I shall satisfy myself
With merely letting my heart do somersaults
While the show of celebration is on!
Monday, 19 February 2018
I live for Love~~~
I walked in the middle of a battlefield
Feeling like I am out of place
Blood lay spattered everywhere
People kept dying all around me
While rage and hatred could be read on their faces!
Those who killed seemed emotionless
Those who died seemed regretless!
I walked on, with my fingers crossed
Praying to Lady Luck
Begging her to keep on solidly glued to my shadow
As I did not want to end up maimed
Or dead
In a battlefield which seemed to be causeless!
While I walked, I thought of the cause of my own life
Pray, being made of only flesh and blood is my sole weakness
I am, like all those raging soldiers
Subjected to fall someday
Though I do submit to what the higher powers thrust upon me
I cannot predict of how merciful they shall be towards me!
Why, I walk this Earth surely for a reason
A reason I choose to remain blind to
For a reason it is
Which has the power to alter the course of Existence!
Yes, I live
For Love
And I shall fall
For its cause!
Suddenly, as I walked among battling soldiers
I awoke to acknowledge of life's messiness
Pray, the futility of life weighs over my actions
Yet, my frail stature, so like a mystical butterfly
Seeks its own petunia
Thirsty and exhausted!
The soldiers raged on
While I walked on
Empowered by the tunes being played in my heart
Tunes surely played by Love's Piper, so skillful in his talent
Knowing that I shall follow these,
Enraptured by their hypnotic essence!
Feeling like I am out of place
Blood lay spattered everywhere
People kept dying all around me
While rage and hatred could be read on their faces!
Those who killed seemed emotionless
Those who died seemed regretless!
I walked on, with my fingers crossed
Praying to Lady Luck
Begging her to keep on solidly glued to my shadow
As I did not want to end up maimed
Or dead
In a battlefield which seemed to be causeless!
While I walked, I thought of the cause of my own life
Pray, being made of only flesh and blood is my sole weakness
I am, like all those raging soldiers
Subjected to fall someday
Though I do submit to what the higher powers thrust upon me
I cannot predict of how merciful they shall be towards me!
Why, I walk this Earth surely for a reason
A reason I choose to remain blind to
For a reason it is
Which has the power to alter the course of Existence!
Yes, I live
For Love
And I shall fall
For its cause!
Suddenly, as I walked among battling soldiers
I awoke to acknowledge of life's messiness
Pray, the futility of life weighs over my actions
Yet, my frail stature, so like a mystical butterfly
Seeks its own petunia
Thirsty and exhausted!
The soldiers raged on
While I walked on
Empowered by the tunes being played in my heart
Tunes surely played by Love's Piper, so skillful in his talent
Knowing that I shall follow these,
Enraptured by their hypnotic essence!
Wednesday, 14 February 2018
Valentine Reveries
What if humans chose to love nature
What if they felt the close bond with drops of water
As these sparkled with the glare of the sun
On wet and muddy mornings
When taking long walks in forests
Would imply having bursts of laughter
At all times, for no particular reason!
What if humans chose to love themselves
Instead of searching for their missing piece in others
Others, bent too, on searching for their other half
But, being so closed, and so blind
To the fact that their missing piece needs not to be searched for
For it lies in themselves
Yes, if humans loved themselves
Love would not be a miserable dependence
Love would rather be a complimentary accessory
To life's signature attire!
What if humans chose to see the necessary
Instead of always chasing dreams
Dreams which end up as being so futile
So discordant with the exigencies of existence
Dreams which are nothing but temptations
Sent to us by the higher powers
To test our virtues
And our genuineness, when faced with them
And with ourselves!
Pray, what if humans chose to be humble
To act as is required of them
To elevate, to enlighten, to mend, to cure
To love, yes, to love
With purity and sincerity
As it was initially set out to be
Before the shades of leeriness invaded it!
What if they felt the close bond with drops of water
As these sparkled with the glare of the sun
On wet and muddy mornings
When taking long walks in forests
Would imply having bursts of laughter
At all times, for no particular reason!
What if humans chose to love themselves
Instead of searching for their missing piece in others
Others, bent too, on searching for their other half
But, being so closed, and so blind
To the fact that their missing piece needs not to be searched for
For it lies in themselves
Yes, if humans loved themselves
Love would not be a miserable dependence
Love would rather be a complimentary accessory
To life's signature attire!
What if humans chose to see the necessary
Instead of always chasing dreams
Dreams which end up as being so futile
So discordant with the exigencies of existence
Dreams which are nothing but temptations
Sent to us by the higher powers
To test our virtues
And our genuineness, when faced with them
And with ourselves!
Pray, what if humans chose to be humble
To act as is required of them
To elevate, to enlighten, to mend, to cure
To love, yes, to love
With purity and sincerity
As it was initially set out to be
Before the shades of leeriness invaded it!
Tuesday, 6 February 2018
The throb of life
The throb gnaws at my flesh
Eating me up slowly
Growing with my aches
Ready to infect those that touch me
Ready to make of them, agonizing souls
Like me!
But as I close my eyes,
Letting the silence submerge me
With its waves of immoderacy
Open up to me,
The ways of the highest subtle powers
Mysterious, unseen,
Harsh and even testing
Sometimes formidable, sometimes treacherous
Those ways, thrust upon me
By the one who governs it all
The one who expects me
To be,
While accepting the thorns that He throws at me
With equal humility as when I would accept
Boons made of the mystical, seeming so
Unreal and unbelievable to the ignorant!
Why, the throb shall be as long as it is meant to
The throb shall do as it pleases
Gnaw at me as long as it deems it right to
Or turn into healing fragrance if it wishes to
Healing fragrance which shall help me heal
And which I shall spray to the rest of the world
To help it heal too,
So that even Mother Earth would feel like smiling once more!
In the silence of the night
I sit, beneath the beauty that is the night sky
And enjoy
The throb,
As it gnaws at my flesh!
Eating me up slowly
Growing with my aches
Ready to infect those that touch me
Ready to make of them, agonizing souls
Like me!
But as I close my eyes,
Letting the silence submerge me
With its waves of immoderacy
Open up to me,
The ways of the highest subtle powers
Mysterious, unseen,
Harsh and even testing
Sometimes formidable, sometimes treacherous
Those ways, thrust upon me
By the one who governs it all
The one who expects me
To be,
While accepting the thorns that He throws at me
With equal humility as when I would accept
Boons made of the mystical, seeming so
Unreal and unbelievable to the ignorant!
Why, the throb shall be as long as it is meant to
The throb shall do as it pleases
Gnaw at me as long as it deems it right to
Or turn into healing fragrance if it wishes to
Healing fragrance which shall help me heal
And which I shall spray to the rest of the world
To help it heal too,
So that even Mother Earth would feel like smiling once more!
In the silence of the night
I sit, beneath the beauty that is the night sky
And enjoy
The throb,
As it gnaws at my flesh!
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