Spent a sleepy afternoon doing something that I thought would turn out beautiful

The Tautology

What if I knew what happened next?
Will I do something different to prove myself wrong?
But why would I do that?
Didn't they say, power is best when misused?
Well, you've made that power impotent now.
And why is that? I'm still the master of my own destiny.
Not really. What you have is a fancy dressed power of day dreaming. A well sauted status-quo.
Hmmm... Back to work now..

Palindromes
Wriggling like an upturned cockroach, a hand sets you straight. You set out for that elusive freedom. Prancing around at the cusps of transition. Defining loyalties, Shifting loyalties. The whole script reeks of inevitability, but no. You know that all's well doesn't end well; but you bask in denial. They say 'you chose the wrong road'; you scoff. Not at them, but at yourself for the charade. A charade that wasn't supposed to be. But you move on, wearily. Brevity and ignorance are virtues long lost.. Life was much better upside down.

Heresy


he listens to one, he listened to all,
too engrossed he was, when he himself called.
the man was now midway, in a meaningless chase,
looking behind forbidden, he could never retrace.
in search of a purpose, he cuts through the fog,
to humour himself, this dead horse he flogs.
his world panders, licks, whores and cheers,
choosing to bury, all their perpetual fears.
he walks in denial, with the neutered mob,
unaware of a tumour, the incurable slob.
the patron was back,to his insatiable best,
hungry he simpered, at the gratifying test.
red tastes sweeter, sweeter when old,
revenge served best, best served cold.
he died soon enough though, before his tales could be told..

The Stalker

you identify an emptiness
you dream of getting rid of it
you feel that you can do something about it
you seek out to do it
you are helped by someone who can get you there
he promises you happiness
you are influenced by him
you are burdened by his sphere of influence
but he promises you truth
you sometimes disagree with him
you slowly lose interest in him
he continues to pour a piece of his mind
you want to do this yourself
you try doing it your way
his advice turn to deaf ears
you bask at the easiness of the task
but you doubt yourself at the last step.
he has influenced you subconsciously
you stop doing it your way fearing failure
you run back to him
he censures, sermonizes
you decide to obey him
you realize that there is only one way - the right way
he smiles a smile of victory
you still aren't entirely convinced by him
you trudge along with him, compulsively
his nervous gait has a sense of assurance.
you question your motive.
you ask, "with happiness, what is the point of living anymore? there is nothing left to prove"
he turns a blind eye at your quandary
you introspect
you discuss, but there is no one to discuss with
he coerces you to try harder
you shudder at your apparent lack of confidence
you ask yourself "Who needs it? and for what reason?" and answer "no one, and for no reason"
he empathizes, and tries to convince you
you, accept defeat, but there is no turning back
you move ahead, swallowing fear and pain
but he refuses to walk in front
you feel his hands deserting you
you are now forced to walk alone
he turns from a guide to a stalker
you are a dead man walking, waiting for time to pass
you don't even trust your shadow anymore
he warns you about going too fast
you ignore the rules like sand
you step into the room
you feel the truth

you always knew the truth
you are surrounded by the answers
but the questions are not enough..
you are insufferable..
you are insufferable..

Devil or the deep sea

Her swanky corset dripping gold, her hair a peachy mess.
She breezed her way to the fireplace, to warm her arms and face.
A stifled whisper broke the ice, a gesture I perceived.
Provoked, evoked, aroused, I lay, entranced in the web she weaved.
The next step I sought, with cautious sense, a quandary I unmasked.
A labyrinth I feared, was in front of me, its answer I was asked.
"I know it all, I'll return too soon", was what I assured me.
Blink of an eye, a moment passed by, indulged I was in she.
Her arms around, we were heaven-bound, in her I was in.
and there we were, drenched in blood, I, the Lie, she, the sin.

To tame the sand-clock..

whispering tunes stroke our ears,

orchards for harvest exit left..

the moon tries its best to follow us,

a journey, a duty, a distraction to regret..

the bridges bid bon-voyage,

the gorges hoped we fell through..

these uncharted routes we set foot on,

to seek the elusive xanadu...

to stay longer during the good,

to accelerate through the pains..

was the spirit that we embodied,

to put an end to our banes..

in the quest of a glorious redemption,

we ate up mile after mile..

but the halo ahead was a mirage,

as the chase proved futile..

we realized we had grown older,

and the times had become worse..

"yesterday wasn't so bad after all",

exclaimed I, in my hearse..