Hours

Looking back

I marvel,

How those few hours,

Could change me so much.

Alter my life path

So drastically.

Open my eyes,

To a new possible high.

A new route-

Where freedom-

And being free has

A new address.

Reborn-

With a new found resolve.

Truth,

I had never shunned away-

As an integral part of me.

I am as natural

As you are.

Crystallized images

Of the time spent-

Etched deep in my memory-

Give me a reason-

To just be me.

Let it be.

Leave all thoughts behind.

But forge on.

To whatever

Is destined to be the end.

Coz the end scares me no more.

I am stronger now.

Was it your afterglow?

I march ahead.

With no thoughts of regret.

What had to happen,

Naturally happened

For the very best.

Why question and curse?

I have long left behind

My walls of self-depreciation.

A self-deprecated living

Was not for me.

I am glad-

For the hours then-

Quite magical

In their intensity-

They illumine my life-

And fill up my thoughts.

Bubbles of joy

Rise up.

Who cares

About the ultimate end.

Good or bad?

As long as the now

Is good enough?

What is the Point?

What do we need to

Talk about now-

When all has been said and done-

Too many times.

When all the wrongs-

Are too much sedimented,

To be undone.

Drifted apart-

Miles away.

Our thoughts divergent,

From all that we had dreamot up of-

Once.

Long ago.

What is the point in

Rehashing the past?

When it is dead.

For you.

For me.

There is no going back now.

The ego is too well

Sunk in.

Deep-rooted.

There is no time for,

Rethinking things over.

We both have

Coursed ahead in our

Distrust.

Too far.

Beyond belief.

There is no place for,

You and me –

Together-

Anymore.

The linear existence,

Shall travel time ridden,

Separate paths.

Never daring to hope

For a convergence-

Ever.

That would be

Killing all germs of

A new life.

A sacrifice,

For which,

Neither have the

Courage to muster.

Failed- in the test of time,

What is the point then,

In sharing the space together.

What is the point then,

In letting the coffee cups,

Cool down-

Irreparably?

While both pairs of vision,

Would scatter away happily,

To a place,

Where knowledge is not free.

And the feet would tap

To an unheard rhythm.

Smiles would be hollow,

As also the apparent concern.

What is the point then,

To see each other

Again.

One more time?

Broom Vroom..

Happily have left behind

All my dark clouds.

Gloom can settle in-

And unsettle me no more.

High up on a cloud so,

I fly and soar ,

On that Halloween broom,

Left behind by you.

As the magic of you-

Can only make joyous thoughts,

Fleet and bleat in my mind’s territory.

Not looking for much,

Yet floating on,

On an endless incredible flow-

I rest relaxed-

As the past ties,

Act as shackles no more.

I seek no reason-

And no explanations .

Of Now and Then.

Only hope,

That both can be

As happy,

As we desire.

Sensitized only to

The optimist in you,

It feels great,

To give stupidity

A chance.

Two worlds-

Separate-

 Disparate.

Yet, the dream webs,

Are getting entangled-

Out of their own

Accord.

Feels good to

Just Let it be-

Leave the control button

And rest easy.

A joyride,

Through the endless pastel shades-

As natural as existence.

Feels good—

To just,

Shake my head thus-

And say-

Time,

Will show me the way.

Simulacrum- A Simulation..

Its funny,
When I look back now.
At all the promises,
That had to bite the dust
So soon.
All the fiery words-
Lay in smouldering ashes
Of mistrust.
Finally- the bond-
Was snapped.
The last thread
Of control-
Vanished overnight.
Self-respect, love for self-
Could live in denial,
No more.
The ugly head of arrogance,
Had to raise its head-
Eventually.
Ego flared up-
As logic crumbled.
Like a loosely bound,
Pack of cards.
An ironical humour,
Crosses my thoughts.
At the peurile folly of it all.
Regret??
No place for a secondary association.
Life is still apace-
In its many hazes and mazes.
Why live in crushed hopes?
When all that we had lived for
Was a simulacrum-
Asimulation of our twisted thoughts?