Preoccupied

I am lost today, lost for words,
My thoughts seem to ebb away,
My poems, now, are but shards,
My moods are mostly gray.

A random spark, just one, I seek,
Tough negotiating with my brain,
Life, after all, isn’t for the meek,
So I shan’t let this be my bane.

Can I, in a day, get more hours?
Too many things on my plate,
Way above my head, it towers,
But, one day I know, it will abate.

A haven for earth

Brash and rash, we set out,
For progress, time we devote,
Resources, we slowly deplete,
Thence annihilation will be complete,

Saints we don’t have to be,
Just need to, with an open mind see,
Advancing we say, but are we really?
Consuming indiscriminately, freely.

In the name of process lubrication,
There’s by product of waste creation,
This earth, we do have but one!
Exploitation, alas, can’t be undone!

Enclosure

Fenced in I am by life
A tight one, nary an opening,
Sealed taut and firm, its all over,
Dig out from below, I cant
Not with bare hands, like an escaping convict

Like trapped it feels, under the weights,
Of the vast blue ocean above,
Feeling dark underwater, never to see light,
Gasping for breath, I seem to be,
To the surface I want to rise,

Thus he was burdened, just like another,
With thoughts of disparage,
Appearing to never be any respite!

Idyllic deviation

This is not how I envisioned!
Growing up on a staple diet,
Of happily ever afters.
I hoped to be saturated,
By the love of my family.
I identified myself as fortunate,
To be one among the few.
I wished to have a loving,
A nurturing family.
Life had other plans,
Deviated from dreams,
Family I still have,
A good one on the surface,
Delve deeper to see
The loveless deprivation,
Insecurity gnaws at my heart
And, the hurt speaks out!

A gaze – daze and amaze

A long gaze for me,
Far away into future,
I see what I can be,
My dreams if I nurture.

A long gaze at me,
From the loved one,
That sets me free,
Worries there’ll be none!

Misery

I have to wonder
An avatar of sadness
Is it possible?

What is lonely?

What is lonely?

I seem to love to wallow,
In its pathetic throes,
I seem to think it’s cool
To linger in its woes,

I stand away looking
At the chatter, the crowd,
Move I want to,
But glued to, are my feet
With hulkian strength,
I now slowly take a step,
Mingle I shall today,
Even if its my last breath!

Joyous rejoice

To others it would seem,
I have best of both worlds,
But happiness is just a gleam,
Sadness always, slowly unfolds.

I too have a dream, if I may,
Even if I ain’t one in a million,
Heal the world, I’d like to one day,
Even if I do it, riding pillion.

Full circle, I have come,
Start afresh, back to square one,
It’s a perfect day, I strum,
This joy, how can I shun?