Again I choose none

Better to ignite passions or better to be numb?
A study, case by case, but I want a rule of thumb,
Temptations too exciting, yet I barely succumb;
Finer sensibilities lacking, finally I managed to be dumb.

Tough choice tough roads, but that's really the world
Of mundane stories, and fierce punches, and vicious abuses hurled,
But leaves a choice, to swing into morose, in the odd corner, curled
Or to fight it out of the by-lanes of sorrow -happiness unfurled.  

Again I choose none, the forever confused, dreams undone.
Yes I could still catch the trains on either side, if I choose to run,
Stuck at standing start, choosing a lane, although you blew the gun,
Morons running with ardent fervor, but my race has hardly begun.  

Love Poem

Speaking of my love I am sadly short of words at this moment;

As if the very feeling has drawn me into bewilderment, 

An agony stretched far enough, an emotional predicament. 

Yet the joy, yet the passion, yet the ecstasy eclipses the lament. 

Overshadowed but only for a bit, waiting to make a further dent, 

But welcome you yet, for even you must find a place to vent. 

On this very day I choose, not for the sake of Valentine, 

Not for the gloomy snow or the hope of a better sunshine, 

Surroundings shower love more frequently though I miss the sign, 

But matters not enough to apologize for the mistake of mine. 

I speak in spite of, I speak despite, I speak to despise the world taking a disciplined line. 

I speak for myself, I speak to the loveless eyes of thine. 

I speak in frustration, I speak in anguish, I speak in distress-

The day just happens to coincide with a similar medieval mess.   

I shudder inexplicably as the whole world watches with a frowning face, 

But it's the last chance to file, and here I rest my case 

It's this apathy that leeches on the love, burning it in a furnace 

And only I fight this lonely battle for a reason I still can't express. 

Stuck

Incessant thoughts finding a way to escape, 
The sword is the pen, stuck in mean time through a red tape. 
Too direct, too sharp, at times too rusty 
The deep wound it has the repute of, often too nasty. 


Stuck in cottage with shackles of knowledge,
Temporary bliss but still a man on a ledge 
Nowhere to run without a fight 
The 'sword' is last refuge that seems at sight. 

Sharpened long ago, at times of distant dream
The grip not so tight, neither the speed supreme 
But a fight to survive the sole weapon in the armor 
A passion to fight, the war cry I murmur. 

A strategy at hand is the need of the hour, 
In this battle of might which lacks firepower. 
The thoughts in agony but the words not floweth 
Sunk in his own thoughts the battle wary poet.

Miner

The unfinished breakfast with dumplings of snow 
The winter time is still around but it's spring you know.
Associating to morbidity is not my cup of tea
Even if my desire is frozen, unable to overflow.

Emancipation thoroughly cherished but overused a state
Something too common for me to relate
Excavating through the sorrow is not doubt tiresome
But the sight of joy is always an energizing bait.

Narrowing down the distance with every strike of the shovel
But seems a mirage, a mystery I may never unravel
Yet the angst, the curiosity - which kills but not without a fight 
The detective must lose now, life is hardly a novel.

Yet with the times frozen, as I happen to look upon the past
The hole was smooth I just happened to not squeeze fast
Beneath was probably happiness forever untrodden
Or that's how we see it, joy is what we can never get past.

Rolling Times

You had chided me for being an escapist.
Escapism wasn't my destiny if I may insist,
More a desperation, a flash of indecisiveness,
A moment of hollow, the most I can express.

Running away after myself, to find me back again
Final resort to stop the loss, stop the excruciating pain
Re-energizing Eh? Too cocky a term
Simply a sojourn from the torrid times, just to reaffirm

The monotonicity pervading through the plains
The everlasting seas slowly drifting to the undulating mountains
But the refuge I seek abruptly shrinking space
The sufferers increasing too, leading to another race.

Th rat-race I despise, catching up to me another time
The world forsaken for all those thoughts sublime
These times are nearly cry, wish thoughts could take a rest
But roll on as usual, too sheepish to decide in haste.

Free my Love

Liberty is all that we seek in the midst of love
Love was not there, the surest reality check
Words spoken were spontaneous but still not enough
Inevitable was the conclusion- A Heart was bound to break

Could have rolled on in hope of better a time
Of passions still igniting, of bosoms full of flame
Of kisses here and there, an imagery sublime
Of hormones going haywire, and yet we must blame it on them

But alas the decision must be taken
True that there was no hurry
But holding back is a sign of desperation 
And here again I vow Setting my love to be free 

 

A Song

Starting off a this song, the lyrics of which I want to focus on. 

Speaking up on political taunts  may be my usual style but not on other fronts.

It started with fun, the other trying to outdo the one 

Flirting is some fun, and bet I can give your money a run  

But times change and so do heart, even the best resilient  falling apart 

Time to speak and time hear, words echoing far and near 

Moments of depression forever forlorn, with gusts of joy like a swan song  

May be some words needed to be spoken, May be the heart needed to be open 

Too little too late but wish it brings glee,  for somethings could never withered be 

Spoken a lot, now the time to hide, leaving on a jet plane with the world aside

The same game goes with the shuffling on, Till the battery of life is mistakenly gone 

Another chance is not another betrayal, some stuffs you wish can never be surreal