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.