Sunday, April 20, 2014

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.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

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.