trial on free writing

There was a time 

I used to believe in greater destiny 

To be a blessed few

Who can see things 

Wee bit more clearly 

More evolved, more ordained

To unravel the mysteries of universe

Pity those who live their lives

Wretched in vanity, struggling, competing

Also those carefree and oblivious 

Slackened and slumbering 

as if nothing ever matters

The happy and sad, the merry and mad

It took me a while to realize 

I am no different 

I am merely wired to wonder 

There are million vagaries of perception

but they are seldom stacked ascending

with one more superior, more ordained than other

they instead lie stacked, in a chaotic mess

converging, diverging and at times merging

but none really transcending

towards that purported greater truth

Some wonder, others do not 

Some learn to accept, others to dissect 

Some to fight other to fall in line

Some are followed revered

Others are stoned and crucified

Some die, other raise from the crucifix

Yet they are all just one among the million 

 

Keep your cup just half full
For you wont dare to share
If your cup is all empty
And you wont care to share
if your cup is full to the brim

lost

We are people lost in the woods
Everyday we tread unknown paths
Follow cues and tracks
Left by those who were there before
those who knew the way
Unknowingly though, we leave our tracks behind..... 

I am always in awe
Of what I write today
Equally so I loathe
What I had written yesterday

I wonder what I write 
Would ever get counted as poetry
At times, I do feel the need
Of learning the art
Mastering the so called
Trick of the trade
Alas, I so much loath 
The mediocrity of method
What separates skill from art?
So many can replicate Picasso
Can recreate Mozart
But for the genius of creation
The joy of naive, unbridled passion
What success, what audience can create that?

It’s a neat new page
With just a flip of finger
Scroll of life but lingers on
You seldom get to turn the page
And even if you brave to manage one
Its never neat, for memories you keep....
....for memories you keep

Deeper I yearn to dive
Shallower I often arrive
Like a dazzled diver desperate for breath
I clamour back to surface lost
But I guess that’s the cost 
For deeper you explore the dark
There is always a chance of loosing the way back

There is so much I wish to do
That each moment my heart is tugged and torn
By diverse desires and delirious dreams
I know, I need to move on
But I know not which way
And I end up doing nothing at all
But answer my instinct’s call
I simply eat sleep and shag through my day 

Who has seen tomorrow?
If indeed there is one
For you to really worry
What if it all ends today 
This very moment as we say 

Most men live two lives
One of dreams, other of reality
These worlds at times converge
Lucky few live in that purple patch
Where these two worlds meet
Yet, you find seldom a man without regrets
 For these worlds converge, never merge