Only a man in the wind knows how to sway to its vagaries

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And then in another land, you will realize who it really was...

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I did not ask for it
I was silent you see, shy and fearful
Only I could speak to myself, timid and cowardly
Then when the wish had been set free
Before there was the captivity
I kept it in
I liked it
Realized I need to touch it
The rose
But where was the color? The smell..
Find, find, find!!!
No, tears of laughter
Smiles of pain
They were the thorns, not the petals

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The birth of a man, I ask
Why was it destined to be so?
The haven of joys and happiness you ask for
Where was he to go? Letting him see the naked truth
You were the one to let him burn in the flames of claustrophobia!!!
Why was he meant to reek of emptiness
A void whose silence was too loud for the veins!!
He laughs but not within himself, a heart to beat so frail!!!
A future that had become a tale for the past to triumph upon
Speaks not of a thousand agonies - the smile
The eyes, they are closed, a blind faith in life is he taught!!
The avenues he walks - people? Haaa!!!
You have yourself, the raindrops come falling to give company
An entente with poetry does he choose to adopt
The phrases are here you see!!
These are the lines that he writes
For poetry, does he look up - a star in the night sky....

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I am walking down this road, the road to nowhere
The pebbles whisper silence in my ears
For it all mingles at a point, the obscure of all
I see many walking by me, of all adjectives and adverbs
For this is the sea of humanity you see, hypnotised and what more?
For death are we told, that awaits at that point
Till then life is what can we hold on to for trust
The road goes on narrowing, misfits stop to walk no more
And those under the charm, of success and riches, trod to nothingness
But you could pull up the fallen couldn't you?
But no...alas!! I was also like you!!

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Did we not think ever that what lies in our minds, the trillions of threads connecting our conscience and forming a network that will always evade a fullproof explanation, are not just merely a brilliantly planned coordination of some complex chemicals, intonnations of chemical potentials but something more added to this that leaves the scientific intelligensia in awe? What mystery does the cranium house within its safe guard, that brings 'life' to the molecules, the same atoms that the non-'living' world consists of? What power yet to be explained does it conceal that makes me write these very words, words that, if adhered to rational basic explanations, have been 'remembered' by the synapses and ganglia? Do molecules remember information? Did it ever occur to us that out mind is just a conception that we have come up with to be able to somewhat explain how the paraphernalia works and that this 'mind' has been evading our rationality? Sometimes, the mere petal seems to be the deepest mystery in the universe, just how did the plant know to build it that way? Chemicals only? I think not! Yet sometimes it's the mystery that keeps us entertained in this frenzy behind the fleeing truth

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On a starry night, I walked upto the cliff where the world on where I stood seemed to have ended. The soil seemed to have submitted to the untouchable liquidity of the cosmos that was sprawling open infront of my spellbound eyes. There, the constellations in a band of magnificence glossed the heaven with every speck of vibrance that could exist in this ethereal universe. What did I feel? It was not happiness, nor the complacency I was looking for. It was a state of being drained out of all the emotions and remain petrified at this unearthly sight. What was so beautiful could stop my breath, I could have been too awestruck to be aware of my existence. I was too insignificant to take in this exquisiteness and let it dissolve in my conscience. But the plethora of almost everything that man could perceive or conceive in his neurons, the miniscule threads of energy and potential out of his imagination, was there in those specks. Did I feel that this was my destiny, that I have been travelling since time's inception down this band they call it the Milky Way to sublime away to the call of the stars, kneel down and euphemistically submit to this uncontainable grandeur? Yes, I did!!

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The world within the world
Where each atom is a universe
Clustered together in an unending constellation
Of Stars and Nebullae, I can see them
The eyes make a galaxy in the neurons
They are closed but you can see what you can never touch
You can see it where you will never go
The eyes open, an explosion of the heavenly spectacle
The birth of a star, the light that blinds the same eyes
The same brightness you want to shine in
The soaring into the cosmos, the heavens of Olympus!!!
Ideas become the atoms, millions in unison travelling since time started ticking
The conscience is the energy, let it elevate
The light in the horizon is the light in your mind
The energy of the atoms is the energy in you
Then why do I die?
I die to have a new me....

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There was this road
It was in my eyes closed and not with them open wide
There were the lights from the stars
Constellations over my head.
What were they here for?
A lie that was too good to be true?
False presentiments of easy prosperity?
Fallible, as I know myself, does it come in disguise? I Implore!!!
The veiled reeks of an ensuing death?
The scintillations ringing my death knell, is that what you are?
The throes of my end, is it what crawling its way in me?
Tell me!! The furtiveness, if not here to sign
A warrant of Death, the messenger to be precise!!!
Then what are you so beautiful to distract?
The appalling call, the voice so sweet!!
Of metamorphisms of dreams into reality....
Am I so gullible to still believe, to hope!!
To see that road, the seamless way to success?
The sinister is here, so cower in fear?
No, my lord, give me the harsh reality
Let me embrace the shattered pieces of light, the remnants of the 'dreams'....

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And then I opened my eyes
In anticipation , hope or despair?
Fear indeed!! Lost yet disagreeing
to refuse what? My despicable self
still so obstinate, I reprimand!!!
What is it you ask for again?
A disgrace to the name you bear
Smeared with stains of shame and failure!!
What audacity do you have still to hope,
To persist as a being so insignificant!!
Insipid and listless, yet desires kept and kindled
For what may I ask? A fallen warrior,
The tragic story among millions of fables!!
Scavenging through the leftovers of momentary falsities life tosses at me
The eyes stinged with poisons unearthed , of truths that were lies
Ransacking the squalid sea of humanity
Reeking of unacceptance I still lean against what I see - my bricks of hope....

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