This Road I Walk

I walk this isolated road once bright and orange
And now a shadow of its once past, dim and dark
As I come across faces on this wide alley
That exist no more in the day present and
Are only remnants of what it was in a day
Which now is a mere addition to history
I hear whispers that ring aloud in my ears
Recounting moments that I try hard erase
Of those who once were here aside
And now are either aliens or alienated
I feel the scent which once turned me mad
In love of it wanting it stay forever
And as time went by it turned reek
As I struggle hard to escape it to any end

I walk this isolated road once bright and orange
And now a shadow of its once past, dim and dark
As I redeem self of all what life has been
Into something quite blissful and peaceful
Much different from what it has been
As pure chaos and pandemonium, I walk on
To move away from the rubble of the bright past
To a present, quiet and still, way it should have been

Of what it was, it is

I dream of the world that I have never seen
Yet heard and read from bearers of past
When the curse that the world today is
Has not dawned upon and the globe was
Still incognizant of what is called civilization
That had anathemized what was a reflection
Of what we now call Paradise or Shangri-la.

I might be accused of being a pessimist and
As blind to what is termed as now beautiful
And all I have to say is try rip the masks off
That shield from what the world has become
Where humans have unlearnt humanity and
Ignored the fundament of being civilized
And turned into the most grievous animal
Of what has ever been seen and ironical
That we call those as wild that only
Predate for mere survival and none else
Time to face a mirror and question thyself.

Hope

There is no bigger virtue of a human
Than is hope, of a better day ahead
There is no bigger curse of a human
Than is hope, of a civilized world
It is hope that drives the man ahead
And it is the biggest paradox of life
For such hope more often than not
Is a path leading to a mere mirage .

Hurt

They call me a philanderer which I have never been
They quote the girls that have been and are in my life
They cite all the escapades I have been involved
They bring up memories of what had happened
Between each of those mentioned and me
Making me curious if they were evidence to all
Those days and nights which I had spent in company
For they are convinced of a truth concerning me
Ironically which I knew only through such conversations
I don’t deny that I have not been a flirt, but to note
Is the fact that all I have done is flirting, harmless
And uninvolving in manners which it otherwise is

I have quite managed stay aloof of all the gibber
Yet what pains most is when it involves those
Who were the mainstay of my heart, my life
Who were the reason for my happiness and
Who now deny to recognise me as I do,
But it makes the relationship I had no fling
It never was and it never would have been

Dreamy night

Everyday, I look forward to the silent, long night
When I pull myself away from the chaos around
And shut my eyes to take a deep plunge
Into a world quite different from that around
Which I live in and I am not very comfortable in
For it runs away from the quite essence of
What it should be seeking, psyche at peace
I try hard stay aloof, distant, and alien
Only to get sucked in every day, count all
Until the dawn of dusk when I pull apart
and shut my eyes to live a different life

Of a life, that I had been in, with an angel
With a spark in her eyes, which blinded me
In love that I had never experienced earlier
And would not perhaps ever later
Of those days when I walked with her in arms
And talked of dreams, until they were real
Yet the biggest of those dreams remained one

A dream that I walk through ever since
Every night ever after I threw away
What could have been a blissful reality
And will only remain a dream, vivid yet
Lifeless, one which would remain as.

More than that I look forward to the night
When I travel down the path of memories
I wait for it to end, this dream that recurs
For I believe there is a dream waiting
To be seen, and turn real unlike what it was

Civilization

Civilization, modern or ancient, is a showcase of ironies
Yet none more puzzling and perplexing than the fact
That the wildest of all animals roams free in physique
With a psyche trussed by shackles self made
This animal, called human being, lacking humanity
Leads a life with a motive very simple, to stay happy
Which he would take lest be at others sorrow
Yet he leads no life delightful or joyful, the least

Path I walk

I walk on the path I chose
Despite that passes on around
Whom I encounter enroute
The obstacles that come across
The road blocks those try stop
I walk over on the road ahead
In this long journey that began
In the not very distant past
When an awakening struck
And I resolved strong and hard
To strike gold in a coal mine
This day as I pace up I am hit
Fiercely by memories of past
And visions I see of future
As I grow increasingly nervous
If this is the path that is to be
And the search becomes frantic
For a signpost, a lodestar
And what has been a bright day
Turns gloomy and hazy
Until it dawns upon me
A realisation, simple yet not
That I only need to look inside
What I call my psyche, deep in
And the curtains of gloom rise
To display a path bright and shiny
As I walk on the path I chose