Murky Melancholy

The blaring alarms awaken me
I fight a losing battle with time,
Crushing an inner urge to give in,
To the dejected thoughts within.

Fluid is the fickle weak mind,
Attempting to elude life’s grind.
Resisting harvesting my desolation,
Is my only ray of consolation.

Engulfed existence

 

I shall not succumb

To the sinister dark souls,

I shall emulate the others,

The perky and vivaciously do.

 

Lacerating my core, and

Prodding my upbeat essence,

Is Life, but shall not win,

My psyche will ensure.

 

Ripe, I feel, each day

For the merciless picking,

In dignity, I plod on,

Through the swamp of being.

Perceptible Gratitude

 

Her eyes open wide,

At the thought of school,

She dresses quick

Waking up at crack of dawn.

 

Her brain is wired tight,

A watertight compartment,

Of thoughts and actions,

Are a sever disconnect.

 

Her parents wait in calm

Anticipation of that joy,

In wishful thinking,

They seem to survive each day.

 

 

Illicit affiliation

I savor from afar

The nuances of this web

That’s intricately spun by

The liaisons’ linked.

 

The unspoken glances,

The enticing peaks,

The hushed undercurrents,

Oblivious to all, they flow.

 

Smug, they exist,

In the false sense of lull,

Naïve to the infuriation

Of the discerning around.

 

Chancing upon this is

A poor clueless soul,

Unaware of the clout,

Of this unsaid force.

 

Calamitous calm

 

 Life hinged on it,

Lethal though, in excess

An inevitable need,

With the medical nexus.

 

Supported artificially,

By many a chemical concoction

Days are passed

In extreme caution.

Circle of time

I offer a tiny shimmering
Flicker of light
To the newt black night.

It took it with a smirk,
And snuffed it away,
Plunging into dimness.

Left me in obscurity,
Sending a shiver of gloom,
Murky, dreary despair.

I stood motionless,
Awaiting the torment,
Of the melancholic darkness.

Amidst the shadows,
Rose the radiant glow,
Of the bright and merry dawn.

One of the dark days when everything looked bleak....

Wheels of time

Awakening to the jarring
Blare of the mocking horn,
That was my alarm bell.

The moment of panic as
consciousness begins to dawn,
At the pacing needles of time.

The breaking out in sweat,
In fear of missed deadlines,
and, regrets over lost time.

The harried breaths taken,
Until the eyes open wide,
And the brain comprehends.

This too passes away,
And, time continues,
Unabashedly, unabated.

Hopelessly hollowed

My roots, eaten away,
The burrowing termites of worries,
The branches I spread out,
Moan under the burdens taxing.

My limbs creak and scrape,
When I attempt to bloom
Uprooted from the breed, I lurch
Bared to the bones, barks peeling.

Core sucking vermins crawl over me
Weakening my relentless vigor
Tomorrow  I crumble to dust,
Unknown, unseen and forgotten. 

Immortal portal

The perfect door eluded
My ceaseless pursuit,
Grudgingly, I compromised,
Holding on was moot.

Miraculous happening,
On the slated day,
The builder made it,
A two panel doorway.

Embellish I did with,
Colorful accessories,
And, now it shall feature,
In lot of my stories.

Pastoral Upheaval

Stormy seas, I navigate,
Its the calm I fear,
Rages of the river, I weather,
The rippleless current I dread.

Complacently, I set sail,
In the hope of a tempest,
A downpour is welcomed,
And, the sunny bright stunned.

I surrender the ship,
And, persevere in a raft,
tumultuous ride, I anticipate,
Now, the fear does abate.

Abeyance

This moment, I stop
Just an abrupt stop,
I pause fearing to breathe,
Lifeless, motionless, I sob.

Beneath me, just below,
Underneath, my pale skin,
Is a deluge waiting to flow,
A day's -  not; year's worth.

Is my life a sorrow?
It isn't, I can't deny.
Ceaselessly I borrow,
Inspiration to keep so.

What is it I await?
What is this hollwo?
Why does it fall apart?
In this slime, I wallow.

Muse and cues suffuse

Poetry grips me and consumes,
Cautiously I trudge into,
Subjects varied among.

Nature envelopes me
Shrouding my thoughts in color,
Chronic recurrent words seem.

A lack of imagination,
And a fear of the taboo,
Curbs my assortment.

Never the sights of greatness,
Will I ever get to glimpse,
Nor the peaks of triumph.

A simple glee nonetheless,
Prevails in each completion,
Of every middling verse.

Giddy Getaway

Elastic I made my schedule,

Cancelations didn’t bother me,

In the airport as I park myself,

Watching the floating community.

Disappointment was writ large

Labored trip it could be called,

Nothing could dishevel me,

With music, I sat enthralled.

Unperturbed I went about,

Attitudinal change of mine, I see

Turned out to be a wonderful jaunt,

Enjoying, now I am, the new me.

Trek to tranquility

The angelic countryside beckons,
Fostering the thrill of journey,
Where the destination doesn’t ruin,
The passage to a voyage, albeit, stormy.

Idyllic, the pace in life, appears,
Tranquil thoughts, rid of burden,
Annoyance ebbs, soon to evaporate,
Reveling in gratifying delight is certain.

Junction of joy

At crossroads in life,
I choose delight,
Feeling of warmth,
Pervades every cell.

Freeing the mind,
From burdens of unease,
Sounding so simple,
In reality profound.

Leathering oneself with,
Wracking sobs of agony,
Forlornly forgoing,
The sweet feeling of living.

Days are like chutney,
Laced well with the sugary,
Intertwined with the fiery,
But spice and flavor thrive.

Pervasive Pleasure

A jolt of fresh life,
I inject into my day,
Happiness in flesh and blood,
I conjure up today.

Controlling my urge,
Into further sadness wallow,
Today I force a smile,
And, the desperation I swallow.

Razor sharp tongues
Don’t agitate me anymore
I look around, seek joy,
Enveloping myself in bliss galore.

Middling mediocre

Life in the conveyor belt,

A foggy befuddled existence,

Mundane weeping and whining,

Visions of utopia in the distance.

Confidential decisions in the making,

Trade off made in umpteen’s,

Customers of mindless consumption,

Dreaming of charmed ways and means.

Sticker shocks and celebrity interviews,

Blur the lines between reel and real,

Ransacked clean, mind, end of the day,

Such travails are a middle class deal.

Committed conviction

Like a coward, I want to run
From what life has sprung,
Like a juvenile, I want to shun,
Growing wise and remain young.

Like a naiveté I want to believe,
And beckon my surging faith.
Like an optimist, I want to be relieved,
And in hope, myself swathe.

Like a realist, I want to be jolted,
Out of my self-imposed stupor,
Like any concerned, I would be revolted,
And, in respect, rejoice at the trooper.

Like a loner, I wouldn’t be detached,
Plunge in, into the thick of things.
Like a believer, I would be latched,
In prayers beneath the angel’s wings.

Tender defender

When its sisters, it is different,

An instinctive feel to some things,

And, a knack to know persists,

Crushing qualms of reality.

There is a charm to knowing,

The urges of one another,

Whispers are not necessary,

When looks can tell the story.

Picking up shards of each others’

Scattered thoughts of distress,

Brining life to the ashen face,

Soothing what the world scalded.

Espousing among themselves,

The indefatigable forgiveness,
A rip can’t tear them apart,

For love is a glue that repairs.

Revert to refuge

Lumbering away into Thursday,
Gradually, a wee wreck I become,
Anticipation builds for the respite,
To weariness I seem to succumb.

Bubbling beneath the surface,
Is the prospect of a retreat,
A sanctuary to slink away into,
Following that, routine to repeat.

Frail grit

Endurance tested to limits,
More to it, than to eye meets,
No amount of modern amenities,
Negates fact of human entities.

Fahrenheits and wind chills,
Not just words for cheap thrills,
Human fortitude hardened,
While with other trials burdened.

Whims of cyclical nature,
Pillaged by human stature,
Reprisal is not her thing,
On ourselves, affliction we bring.

Full on

Intended to I
Into the New Year tiptoe
Barge, it did on me

Muted murmur

Silence pervades one and all,
The unspoken cuts through, baring,
Words squelch the weak heart,
Joys emanating are sparing.

A hollow shell of a home,
Forgiveness there isn’t any,
The deep dark secrets buried,
In every nook, every cranny

Happiness is elusive anyway,
A small speck of it fell astray,
Toward joy, cannot sway,
For a life to live, perhaps, pray.

Curtain call

A silver hair freak she wasn’t
Aging gracefully was her intent,
Wait, the sliver of time, doesn’t.
Downhill, toward end,began her descent.

A neat feat

I join the exclusive tribe
Of the elite few who lay a claim,
To the guild of cadence,
I played a piece on the piano.

A novice nonetheless, I am
Fingers are no clichéd magic
Hours of diligent exercise preceded
A landmark to record, nothing short.

Roil & spoil

An occurrence that jolted all,
Ailments font differentiate at all,
The whole world crumbled to fall,
Plunging everything to a pall.

Life was blown away by squall,
Distraught, one lay in a sprawl,
While, of it, an attempt to maul,
And, the dire, trying to forestall.

Irresolute resolutions

This year I will let go
Curl up and wait for it to show,
Cross the clichéd bridges
Only when I reach the ridges.

This year, I will take a deep breath,
Cease to lead a life of stealth,
I shall stand tall and announce,
Challenges along the way, trounce.

This year I will learn to live,
And, of myself to me, give.
Not one to look back, regret,
And, to others, always abet.

Piecemeal

Worn to shreds, tattered
A page from my life’s book
Closing the chapter

Attempt to alleviate

I put a thatched roof over me,
My memories bubbling within,
Nothing is lost, nothing forgotten,
From the start of the breathing me.

A gate to cover my flood of tears,
I made with imaginary stones,
Thousands of tear-lets escaped
Left my insides fluttering away.

The hearth of feelings within,
A flash of joy it cooked up,
Thus I embark on my rebuild,
And, at normalcy, I seek to grope.

Deft degeneration

Brutal are the vagaries of life,
Eccentric are out responses,
Outcries over things unfounded,
Coherence, swiftly on the decline.

Sullen is the general populace,
Brooding, the national pastime,
Glowering away for no reason,
Liveliness begins a rapid wane.

Skeptic cynicism abounds,
Fed by an explosion of facts,
Eulogized by men of yore,
Trust is a thing of the past.

Embracing innocence

The sweet illustrations of innocence
Unadulterated brightness in the smile,
Delightful discovery of knowledge,
Milestones are met in succession.

The joy of a puzzle in place,
Beats a million dollar escape,
The dawning of awareness,
Diamonds pale in its brilliance.

Enfolding embrace in its purest,
Envelopes an unmatched quietude,
The bliss and contentment outweighs,
Every tangible substantiations.

Superable, it is

Invincible, it is not today,
Ways and means are many,
Catch a hold, an iron grip,
Tame it like a Spanish bull.

Matadors are built if steel,
Doctors too aren't any less,
Holding on to dear life are
Riders atop the topsy turvy.

Disable, deform it might,
Subdue, it shan't succeed,
A day will dawn clearly bright,
Rising beyond these pin pricks.

A lease of peace

Surface so smooth, a still water pond,
A state to attain, of humans, beyond,
Thoughts, a ripplee start slow,
Soon enough in a deluge to flow.

A plonk of a jolt, comes along,
A pebble to a rock, it moves strong.
Reflection muddled by turmoil,
Serenity, thus, stands to roil.

Rehashed

The new year feels eerily familiar,
The old hasn't let go it's hold,
Ring in, I tried with all my might,
Steadfast,the past kept a clasp.

Many of these have gone by,
Each time previously, I tried,
This year felt jarringly odd,
Renewed wasn't to be had.