PATHETIC LOVE

When under the scorching heat of the sun,
We shared our triumphs and our tears,
Were we lovers or just friends?
When u showed me the kite of your desire
Tied with your heart’s strings,
Did you ever wish for me
To soar it high into the clouds
In search of a stage to play our parts?

Did you ever wish
That things could have been happier
When you were you
And i, a different me
Not diffident, but a diligent me,
Where i could trace my wishes
And rule the world
With just my conscience to pacify me

Now that my kite is hooked
In the tree of obligation
And torn with the thorns of responsibilities
I shall, but love you better after death
Don’t force me
To trace back the ailing path
That the obliging kite took
And force her back
All mended and healed
For even now,
My hands are too fragile
To hold her, the renewed her
She’ll meet the sky
With determined force
And i’ll have to close
My pathetic eyes
Dreading my shameless weakness
Clinging on to her struggling strings
Which pulls me and my excuses
Up with her, leaving behind
My threads, my commitments
A formal world
A plastic world
That knows not love
And knows not life.

(She wanted to accept his love proposal, but she has obligations towards her family and society. So she hesitantly forsakes him)

WHEN REALIZATION STRIKES

As i drop from my cocoons corner
Into this threatening transient world
I know not where evil rests
But dances with the cherubim
Uncomplaining and ecstatic

Once i love the gems and the germs
And prefer weeds to water
I learn to learn the shrewd arrows
Manipulating dice and gruesome moves
I cast aside all nurturing scriptures
Prophesy pathetic and warnings vain
I go the way my vision treads
My shadow holding the guiding lantern
Lingering occasionally in the minotaur’s maze
In search of a bridge to cross my dreams

Still i persist or rather pervades
The illusions of the world
Unsatiating
Yet inviting and binding
Forbidding still forbearing

Then realizing the magicians trick of making truths appear from nothingness
I try to escape from the illuminating mirage
All too late, my helplessness speaks
The world’s futility
And my disability

And as i fall a struggling victim
To a gun’s callous point
Or a persistent piece of rope
Or await the end with a guilty heart
I crave for those thrown away scriptures
My manmade support hurling my dictums
Hesitant wheelchair alienating my excuses
And a rustic heart searching for the truth.

( A men’s transient life and his sense of hopelessness as he is nearing his death)

On such days of boredom, when i feel the world disappearing, i look up to your eyes and see my world in your eyes.........