Beating odds

in the darkest of hours
he chose the darkest shades of gray
to get closest to the gravest
to witness the hardest of day

test the wrath that skies can shower
test the very might of lost cause
strike against the worst thunders
never to back out, stop or even pause

on and on he went, tired to his very bone
sweat gave way to blood, skin turned to stone
lost conscious of his body, mind began to wane
sensations lost ground, every breath insane

finally turned around did he, more so to marvel
at the very idea of existence, having found it swell
for it took a lot of persistence, hard headed-ness to merit
the magnificence his life was, the moments he'd ought to cherish

Parallel lin(v)es

i wrote u something
something u wouldnt know
for what it means to me
to u it wouldnt show

Life churnings #1

Feelings don't change. You just get strong enough to overpower what once overpowered you.

The yellow river

he walked alone all day,
all night till the yellow river.

to bathe in what happiness he thought
he'd get from that glowing simmer.

he built many a golden chariots
golden armours did he wear

still felt a huge void
nothing he could find to be dear

then he crossed some merry folks
"friends" who siphoned off his despair

let go off the yellow river did he
to settle for something he'd truly care.

Smoker's conundrum

Fire in my hands, Smoke in my might

The clouds I exhale, The ashes I fight

Glory i have not sought, ethical dilemmas seek my plight

Yet sincere efforts have longed, To give back what’s my right

Been searching for souls, That may permeate my guard

Understand my pretence, see the truth i shall not part

Aint a weakling, or trying to let go of what’s true

I don’t puff for passion, temporal let go of pains that accrue

Misunderstood misguided misinterpreted, for times uncountable

Mired by the shallow thoughts of beings, acting ever so amicable

Make hue and cry, judge my acts some more

I respond to your cuts and bruises, for years that I bore

As the light bearer sets down, gets lost into the oblivion

I shall bear the smoky lantern, to ignite yet again a new sun.           

That unfathomable pursuit, that unyielding endurance.

We all fantasize the idea of ghosts, the haunted streets, the horror stories without ever realizing being a part of one. Day in and day out, every single individual fights through the day. The day that seldom ends in sound sleep.

The third road to "nowhere"

Knowledge and its acceptance don’t often go hand in hand as we’d like them to. It takes considerable time to accept the well known differences in individual beings, the fact that people differ in their demeanour: the ways they react, rationalise, appreciate, care et al.