How do I call it?

One of those days...they say,
for those moments that linger
in the backyards of the heart...


Much to the dismay
often administer awe and yielding remorse…


Overly emphasized
the perceptions
stood around like a uncouth landlord!


No recourse; unseen reflections
Of the fragile future
Dissuaded by meagre hopes
I walked in my lands
Where no lords existed…


Privileged and prudent
The stroll surrounded by the thorns
Of idiosyncrasies
Self interrogated its validity!

Thoughts… why just for us?
I wondered what the souls unseen
To the kingdom of animals
Would lurk upon…

Why these shades and why questions?
What lasts and what vanishes….?
Negating my optimism,
Wrinkles of time
Dissolved into itself....


My questions embedded
in me
yet as an adversary
Rolled me in and out


Are these vicinities just me?
As I stroll
As I stumble
As I envisage....


How do I call it?

Ahead....

Like a recluse, the darkness
Wore an attire of silence...

With no boundaries
existence dwindled
into the fathom;
the solitude
oozed into fantasies....

The thirst of life
surrendered to a vastness
The frivolous bouquets of
passing memories
rest on you.

Velocities veered
into vintage
I embraced
the exotic expanses
of these journeys...

You marvelled
A reciprocation!
Agonies of uncertainties
being an antagonist
you reprimanded....
The ego!

From the minuscule oceans
I resurrected...

Alluring obligations
driven toward the daybreak

I just embarked
on the journey I just wiped away
The protagonist way....

I depart,
searching for my path!
Like blindfolded
with no clues....
Will you shed some light?

Rhetoric of myself...

A day like any other
inner alone; outer arbitrary
stirred and simulated
Nostalgic reincarnations!

Forever the hind side,
the sovereign self,
seek amelioration;
never withstood;
the outer
amalgamation
faked ethics....

A vision
Wanting farther horizons
unfurled its gaze
lingering to the wisdom of
a serene migration

The fondest of my urges
sped past my will
soothing the eccentric
Embodiment of whims and fancies

Neither was I drawn
nor withdrawn
the verses of time decipher
into the hymn of mystery
Sown by yesterdays
Silently surpassing
Unto the unknown
The stories of soul
Begin and,

A day like any other....

Hope

There lied a vastness yet to be seen
Tinkling sparks of eagerness
Tried to gaze beyond the reach
Tired not, life railed on this string!
Triggering joy and sumptuous the desire
This is hope should I say or
This is all how we are made?

Won't it be a lie to say the truth
Wonderful and worthy
Little anticipations do mean a faith
Latent or the obvious
Life lingers... nothing mean!

Love is what I wondered
Lasting through the life,
Leave not, leave not...
For the shine of flowing thoughts
Flashes out the dark!

Changes and the shades
Charms of this life
Efforts and reaches....
Gains or loses
Bonds or breaks
All chiselled out of spilling time...
Act upon and look unto,
Worry not, fear not...
For nights will be gone
When days are born!

Going is not hard
When you keep the faith upon
Hope is such a great weapon
We could always rely upon!

I look beyond....
I look beyond....

Just another step...

Nor I wanted to be
neither it was meant to be...
this state of solitude
just was given to me!

The birthright is freedom
yet the slavery
binds us from inside
desires the monsters...

I know I am tender
but I never surrender
I strolled too far, but
never came out of me!

Far and beyond
where this world goes?
Eyes tried to capture
never knew its stature...
Lies surrounded and lies ahead
never did I looked
never closed my lashes...

I span with the earth...
span with the mars
span with you and
span with all...

convulsions of life
corroded me...
Never thought to be
Never ought to be...

yet I tried to look ahead
far and beyond...
the windows that are closed
God please...
Just another step...
Just another step...

Veil...

I stood alone
drifting my gazes farther
beyond the clouds of imagination...
I saw my reincarnations
embossed out of my shades
that I wore all but inadvertently!


Naive and negating
I pondered of my fallen faces
neither I won, nor was defeated
mulling the myriad mitigations


I flew high making this world a miniscule speck
opened the windows of my soul
confounded
ridiculed....

self felt cleansed
for waging a war against itself
interrogating the innate nature
I enjoyed the confessions!

Rolled back in time,
I wiped up the mirror,
that showed myself...
and my world that I built...

I had to pick the specs of me...
covered in dust and
the images all doomed...

I still walk....
along with no one but just me
looking for the hand
that will lend and lead....

Reflections often speak lies...
What a truth!

My Skies...

The morning just breathed
the fragrance of the dreams..
life surged ahead with its lashes open
virtues of existence embraced
the expanse of the sacred skies...

The long walks that I take
along the avenues of imagination
often ended here...with no limits!
flying high and flying high!

I often wondered
and I often praised
how so sweet it is
of this powers of power
bestowed us with
the precious creativity
that never ceases to stimulate
nor causes a fatigue....
what a gift! What a gift!

As yesterdays rolled away
Today stood here
addressing it touch of achievement
I pondered and dweleved
in my tiny castle called heart...
Where my skies expanded
thoughts palpitated
my tomorrows are all
just the presence....
My sweet life is just the walk
I take along my imagination!

What a gift! What a gift!
What a gift is my journey!