The twos.

Look…
In or out, make a choice already.
Yes or no, decide and be free.
This or that, let’s take a chance.
Up or down are the only two ways to be.

Living as an individual surrounded by duality,
I keep waiting for the other half to fill my reality.
When the twos are together I realise,
Life comes down to a moment so eternal,
Nothing seems awry.

Now tell me…
The known or the unknown, where do you dwell?
Light or dark, what do you use?
Thought or action, you can’t even refuse.
Here or there are the only two places you’ll be.

So, I see their games and I see them… more than they can even tell.
I keep quiet for things that are true.
Like a fool might seem ignorant,
And the one fooling too indulged,
But only one of them can walk-away at the end.

Outside-Inside.

Things happen for a reason.
We have been hearing that forever.
What is this? What does it even mean?
Some times I can’t see any meaning to it.
Life just seems out of control.
For I can either indulge or sit here and question it all,
I choose to watch carefully as I participate.
Is this what they call awareness?
Now, I feel like I can control a few things.
Like, add a little sweet to any bitterness.

May be not all of it,
But one thing that has become a choice.
If how I feel is just a chemical reaction…
I’ll take charge and mould it to my liking.
Choice is not just at the first step,
The sail can be set in any direction.
I never knew of this power,
That mentality controls our actions.
That we are only perceiving and projecting,
All that we have been gathering.

Now, it does make sense,
Reasons to all situations do exist.
We are merely manifesting our beliefs,
Sometimes holding on to what was,
Other times fearing what it will be,
Losing on all that is actual reality.
It is like a game of charade.
I am the player and I am getting played.
And the moment when I see a little clearly,
The outside is every one’s, but the inside it’s only me.

It’s a waiting game.

For the world was mesmerising
Every experience was new.
Confusion was the norm.
Had to look everywhere,
For nothing was known.

Now we have arrived
A place of astounding dimensions
Direction, even if lost
The destination is set.
One step, two step and the extension.

They seem to know,
But I still can’t see…
What is even the reality?
Somebody’s loss is someone’s victory?
That does not make sense to me.

Racing through everyone,
Everything.
A little too fast? A little too late?
For some like me,
It is a waiting game.

All I seek is clarity.
What is the use of certainty?
I took the journey for the window seat.
Yes, I’m caught up in all the scenery.
That is where I find all the mysteries.

Walking through everyone,
Everything.
A little too slow? A little too quick?
It is a waiting game.
Hopefully, it does the trick.

Carved.

Midst our wrongs and rights
We forget to see the paradise.
Why is loss the only way
To makes us realise
What it was
It can never be.
But does that mean
We can not work on it?
This first blow
It only left a mark.
That second one
It was just a scar.
Again as we repeat,
The blame lies on me.
But this time
You have carved
A name deep inside.
So, if you choose to go.
Don’t leave a thing behind.
Even if it is broken, it’s yours.
Take everything.
Everything… that belongs to you.
Now, I dare you!

Don’t just believe.

The fresh morning dew
On the grass so green
First ray of sunlight
Makes it gleam.
A little chilly and
The air so clean.
Smell of the pine
This feels like a dream.
A few pretty birds
Chirping and flying.
Singing songs,
Dancing with the wind.
It is the usual.
This serene scene.
So bright, so beautiful.
One must mention it.
As I paint the picture…
You experience it too.
How magical is that!?
No need to believe
A thing or two.
For what is real
Always comes to us.
Then, why waste time
In placing your trust…
If you believe anything,
One thing is a must.
Live it! Don’t just believe it.
Before time turns all of it to dust.

What makes you glorious.

What makes me,
That I dare not lose.
All of what I hold dear.
I’d keep it near,
But it’s not mine to choose.
The transition happens.
One could be unaware.
Life that was out and about.
Lives more intensely…
Inside the mind’s wall.
Living and laughing…
Has to be arranged.
Imagining distant future,
Somewhere, somehow
A “better” day.
Mind is capable of that trick.
Do not get addicted to it.
Stare into the void,
Giggle at the craziest noise.
Cry for any reason.
Laugh every season.
I think it is worthwhile
Don’t take it lightly.
It is not just a smile,
It makes us glorious.

 

Nothing to compare.

You need a scale to compare.
This is light, that is dark.
With vision, you dare.
Silence is roaring over there.
And you couldn’t even hear.
What is tall? What is short?
If we had nothing to compare.
You did right, I did wrong.
But who does even care?
We make context.
We give meanings.
We raise it up and bring it down.
At the end, who gets the crown?
Only standards decide.
Substandard gets sidelined.
And yet they both reach the finish line.
No winners nor losers.
They’ll make it in their own time.

Disaster in the making.

If you do not know, if you have not experienced, if you are unsure then it is better to not propagate. It is disastrous.

My word against yours.
A sound for a sound.
Double it up.
Treble it down.
Words and more words.
Silence is leaving the space.
Taking the peace along.

A little higher. A little lower.
The pitch is changing.
The things you uttered.
Did you even hear?
But then you’d wonder…
How could you say
What you don’t
 believe?

The words with your intent,
Hitting my heart.
Out in the open,
I am defence-less.
Do I stop now? I am not lacking!
Do I take you down?
It’s a disaster in the making.

From bumble to humble.

As a tiny tot, we bumble.
We learn, we scribble.
As an adult, we fumble.
Sometimes it goes horrible.

We mature, we stumble.
Holding on to somethings.
Only to see them crumble.
But in fright we think,
We are alone in this jungle.

All of it would vanish in a blink.
Possibly without any rumble.
But the lesson is only at the brink.
As a human, we must be humble.