I am locked in a prison by caregivers,
positioned as a despicable imbecile,
if only I hadn’t pined my hopes on her,
hope crushed, no life for a long while.
I am a loser,
lost all I’ve got,
not any the wiser,
belong now to the hopeless sort,
slowly start to pitiful rot;
once hope whisked away,
nothing is there,
each moment painful disarray,
no roads to take anywhere;
Life is done,
there’s no pardon,
caged within the walls,
where no passion or profession calls;
Can’t be glad for delusions gone,
for then disillusionment reign,
Oh, who can ever understand,
the misery of one who has nothing to do;
time heals pain is okay for some,
time is pain for one who has to kill time.
I am happy today about my life. I don’t know about tomorrow. Each day steady sway, no new mysteries. In the quest for writing I almost lost the all important skill of reading. I no longer wish to be a creator, I want to enjoy finer things in life like books and movies. But stuck at this moment even reading a book or seeing a movie seems an uphill task. Slowly I gotta ease back into my old self and old life. My goal has shifted from being successful to being a simpleton leading a simple life. I need support for this cause, for as much for successful, leading a simple life is tough pursuit.
I used to dream with lavish wonder,
I used to think no surrender,
until one too many an opportunity,
I tore apart with such impunity;
I used to enjoy life bottoms up,
until I truly hit rock bottom,
eluded even the layman’s soiled cup,
not a single thing that I can drum;
excuses galore kept me on easy lane,
until they dried up into a harsh cane,
not a pathetic excuse to keep living,
all the years passed have no meaning;
the secret of life is instincts banal,
unlike most, can’t steer in civil canal,
caught in the act, no shame anymore,
brain took backfoot and heart tore,
there is evidence of love all around,
but why not in my withering heart bound.
Life is a lullaby that makes you sleep when you are fighting to stay awake to do somethig useful. It is also a freedom song that goads you awake when all you want is a rest.
Happy happy life
live a happy life
ask not who you are
where you come from
where you are going
see not those around
savor each moment
and live life the way you are
in the end your smiles will outlast
all those chaotic tears.
When love betrays you,
of family, friends and sweeet heart,
and your truth betrays too,
and death not option aloft;
sanity already breached,
why happened thus,
god part betrayed leached,
but evil mind matters of sexual fuss;
went beyond moral probity,
actions of mind don’t count held,
did when spent money without priority,
all life wasted idly gelled;
not important is okay,
but what is the impotent sway.
I realize now
gods are made of
when I saw a dog
disappear only to be seen
few paces ahead.
God is not the reverse
of dog or man
but the connect of the individual
which perveades through all living
and non living things.
Dog or god all need to be
dealt with kindly.
Yet now I need to keep him away
for the little devil
I have turned out to be.
Neither man nor god can have it all.
One takes chances
or makes choices
to live through each day
after a level of maturity
after realizing we are
part gods of this
Am I a Bi
in a sensual dream
a puzzle for one and all
as too many vistas
open in dreams.
I want the reality called death
and happy me
and happy all others till that eventuality
what prevents me is the self image
thrust in me.
Someone please love me enough
to kill me slowly or quickly
for redemption lies in next life
but I don’t believe in rebirths
there are people who die
with unfulfilled wishes
and a few die without a wish
so who am I
and how shall I end
more aptly for what shall I end
people are medium of so called gods
so some God please
Dreams do have wings but the problem is how to safely land it.