my volition...

The very first time I parted,
My entwined lashes
A huge space, an open sky
Imbibed in my eye.
I thought I was free,
Geared up for a spree.
But don’t know what was
That entangled me,
I was condemned to be numb,
But I rebelled, I paced
I broke the lane, I slewed
But the world couldn’t bear
I was made to shear
My dreams, my aspirations.
At that moment I sensed
Something drenched up my eyes
I reckoned I was concrete enough
But something in me was melting inside
I was conked out, gave up all my will
But then there was someone…
Who was the only streak
Of hope, of optimism
Once again he made my eyes gleam
Placed the smile, vanished the wry
the water in lashes was made to dry
he was the one yes he was
I fuddled my eyes to see
The one who elevated me
But murkiness was predominant
The clarity lacked
but I surged ahead
I went close, I went near
In the rear i found a mirror
it was my will, my strength
which stood by me throughout the length
through all the ups, all the downs
I thought I was alone but
My will never parted
It persisted and made me persist…

darkness ...my own

Wandering in the narrow streets,
dingy, dark corners,
with no sign of life.
Could I spot brightness somewhere?
I wondered.
My feet were torn.
Some dark fluid oozed out,
What color it possessed?
I could not see,
For it was dark.
The castle of life
lay ahead,
As they'd said.
As I reached,
Hundreds of flashes focused on my face.
Strong illuminations restricting me,
The brightness killing me.
I could not bear,
Again I was on my thorny path,
And I loved it,
What if it was dark:
My own self predominating,
And I continued
To reach my final destination,
The ultimate goal,
As the darkness was my own.

someday, somewhere

Today I sit back, somewhere in oblivion,
lost in a tempest of thoughts waving up and down.
I see myself, treading along an abandoned course,
walking barely with my solitude.
I have impelled myself,
then why do I remorse,
I know, it’s crystal-perfect what I chose.
There’s no bifurcation, no uncertainty,
but still, I hold-off for the day,
which is somewhere unspecified in the
ulterior stage, for I know it will come.
There will be a lot more to this day,
than lonesomeness, than solitude.
Genuine smiles would be scattered,
fading the faux happiness.
I will be the blazing streak in the galaxy,
much above the entangled mere being.
Life would be larger than a forfeit.
Though the world would be around,
but it still would not surround.
A flap of exemption would be everywhere,
that’d be the beautiful day exemplifying perfection.
Yeah, the pessimistic thoughts do obfuscate me,
but they can’t frail me, I know,
my perseverance and patience would not go in vain,
Someday, somewhere I know what all I have lost I will gain…