Same day, same time

Clichéd resolutions

Fresh starts

That’s not the norm

 

Same old continuations

Novelty stalls

To monotony we conform

 

Cyclical rotations

The new pitfall

Predictability swarms

Agony

My well woven existence

Slowly began to unravel

Already in visible shamble

On the fringe of complete dishevel

 

Current days feel like

On rocky terrain

Nights are harder, so to speak,

As I beg to relieve the pain

 

There’s the constant battle

To pick between flight and fight

As my body gets chafed and filed

All I seek out is respite

 

 

Festive, the feast

 

 

Hark ye, the holidays are here

Christmas eve beckons all near

The reds and the greens are visible

Out, come the tales and parables

 

A race against the hour to do

Collection of gifts and the ado

It’s all about the thought I say

As the holiday sales, I try to parlay

 

Trinkets laid out in neat displays

As I maneuver the shops in a daze

Does it really need to be in plenty

After all, it should not be about the money

 

On the day, I gather loved ones

Food abundant and chatting tongues

The joy of being under one roof

Of a richly content life, is proof.

Cloaked and covered

Clothed in shackled formals

A tie around my bonded neck

Like the caged bird who sings

I harp on useless jargon

 

Feet leadened by heavy wear

Like the chained elephants’ leg

Roar, he can, bellow at best

I scream to no avail

 

Layers of pieces stitched

Clothing cover my body

All that I will end up with

A piece of simple shroud

 

Silks and fancy polyester

Cuff links of gold, studded

Head to toe, each item

Reeks of nasty captivity.

 

The pure soul escapes

Discarding the body

Why do I then clutch on

To these useless dons

Epitaphic

Resonant is the grief,

And the void burdens

Days are led in subsistence

And heartache extends

 

Placid, the outer remains

Turmoil and cries are

Well cradled within

Bottled up, with a vengeance

 

A life doesn’t cease,

With just an obituary

There’s the memories

In the hearts of who love

 

Life is short and done

Physical, with hurt and pain

But then there’s the fact

For others, it goes on.

 

There’s the clinging

The longing of the past

But, forward is the truth

The present, the moment

Quirky cat videos

Funny, offensive or amusing

People react to it, in many ways

Likes and comments cause a rousing

Move on, they do in few days

 

Symbolic, the creator aimed,

But, was lost in translation

Disclaimer, no animal was maimed

Was needed to appease the nation

 

Cats and dogs come and go

Causes, they espouse are many

Life is, after all, a great big show,

Actors on stage are zany.

Demise

 

 

Death is lackadaisical

A nude awakening of

The only certainty

In all of eternity

 

The barest of emotion

The whys and the how’s

The ceasing of life

But, I have to go on

 

Makeshift plans are made

Overwhelmed and overcome

Irrationality rules

Mind is beaten down

 

Continuity and onwardness

Get hard to relate to

Time can heal, probably

But I shall resist

Space

Imperfectly, it started. Rustic, not

It is all not about me, I need

To learn that lesson and move on.

 

I conjure up old memories and

New insults. I overreact, in

Anger and despair; shedding tears.

 

I want to run, escape this

Human jungle. Faraway into

Pastoral oblivion.

 

All I need is a day of peace, a

Routine without sadness, a

Home to relax in

 

A soul space of escape

Untethered. But, in the midst of

them humans, Ambitiously greedy?