The flow of time encompassing me, sparing not a foothold But before I give in to it madness, the story must be told

For years have I dreamed, my folly, to hold ground 

The determination crumbles at the very juncture, with you around 

I had things to tell, also had a lot of time

But laziness always seemed more preferable, a thing sublime

Now under pressure to blurt out with so little time to spare

The speed of life along with its beauty, seems never really fair

Existence

In this world in my comfortable niche, creating all for my own I exist!
Existential crisis not bothering me a bit,
The very knowledge that I exist is a temptation I am able to resist--
And go ahead with the world I have carefully knit.

Sometimes my presence comes into notice,
Halley's comet or something more frequent;
A single node, an odd corner of a multifaceted dice-
Lost in my thoughts which rarely are eloquent.

Making my equilibrium unstable, a bit too often... to my pleasure,
A gust of wind turning my sensibilities into a whirl;
Your strength is my weakness, I know not how to measure
That's all you use to win e-v-e-r-y time, my sweetest deary girl...

Going with the flow

Sorrow, distress, agony wrecking me all the while
Anguishing heart has blotted my smile
Sucked into the world so full of guile
Transformed into a wretched senile 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Wilfully swallowed by the hungry tide
It's indeed a joyous ride
At least I don't need to take a side

Perfect timing, I aptly withdrew 
No scope really now of running askew
A story so flawless, yet known to a scanty few
I wish someday the rest of the world knew 

Pain

I feel the pain the world has brought to us

Astoundingly not numb am I to this silent torture 

Not yet, or not so nimble in joining the class

Blissfully ignorant of the subtle overture

Wishful thinking as introspect and regret 

A burnt child, should have perhaps been a little circumspect 

Leave it not to destiny and not a tinge of fret 

But a plethora of remorse for a crime I indeed did abet 

Sorry

I have never realized when to say sorry to you

Times I have tried to understand what you expect

Times I have succeeded but proportions so few

Times I have handled your feelings without respect.

Maybe I would say help me understand 

Maybe you would make an exception from your stand

But may be I would tread the same path at hand 

But may be you already know the law of the land

It's time to contemplate and analyze myself through

Do I really feel what I wish to do

Do I really believe in open mind, or stuffs that thorough 

The more I feel, my eyes are red, maybe encapsulating sorrow

Experiments with Solitude

I wish people knew me better than they do.

Something that only I can wish, 

Being tired of the solitary bliss.

It's Time that I give it a miss

And depart with a goodbye kiss.

Onto solitude I can only think of saying "Booo...".

"Welcome to the world", did I reside in you?

Seems familiar yet so new,

Saturated by the enchanted crew.

They talk to me, but I talk to few.

Again in my lonely heart, isolation I brew,

With the clatter all around,  with all the cry and hue.

Away I fly to the abode of the silent cuckoo.
Somethings are as they are,
A hornets nest none should stir,
Consequences vivid with an unhealing scar.
Wish I didn't go really this far,
I wish people didn't know me as much as they do...

Lost chance

Whichever course i follow, it is untrodden nevertheless,

All my steps taken, whose consequences only I can assess,

Have led me here and will lead me on

Future is unknown and the past completely forlorn

In the dark alleys probably of a blackhole, in an abyss

Lost in space and time, maybe enjoying the solitary bliss

Eagerly waiting to reach the very top, the zenith I behold

Or is this just a passing dream, a story to remain untold

Latching on to the wheel am I

Unable turn it, I watch the waves passing by

In grave sombre I lost the chance to snatch the deal

One last opportunity to turn my life perfectly surreal.