The Moment Of Revelation

A moment will come

When it will be this way or that

For what is done couldn't be undone

And nothing could go back to same.

A moment will come

When it will hurt less

For it will matter less or lesser

Than nothing.

A moment will come

When we will get used to it

When we will walk step by step

Towards the unfavorable.

A moment will come

When this unfavorable would hold no value,

And all would be neutral

But bitter and blunt.

A moment will come

When we will realize we have grown

For then, we would have walked through and from

Our own wounds.

A moment will come

When we would stop considering these wounds

As our destruction

And we will realize

That it is no more than a piece of time,

The work of our fate,

Or the sheer mystery of life.

A moment will come

When we would get exposed to the realizations

And we would realize that everything is nothing

And nothing will matter in the end

For in that moment

The moment would have come,

The moment which we will cover with

A peaceful blanket of our memories

And we will accept it as it is,

As we are…

Helpless.

Lines

The lines extend across a sheet of paper

Diverging through the corners they encompass the margins-

Margins of life

Where one feels its holiness

And destruction.

The lines form images, easy images; routes, easy routes

These routes carry us along and all we would need to pay is our trust

And compromises.

And so, we go about it for it feels easier, untangled, smooth

And hence, dies the sketch of our mind

That would have found its own path, tracing its own images

Outside the backdoor of our life.

Ignored lay these sketches

That instead of following might have laid a new path,

The new possibilities, the new history.

And soon these are cremated

In none other than the fire of

Our own resignation.