ROOTS

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You’ve planted your roots under the humid sun,

pushing the earthen ground of filial obedience,

to find the water of appreciation and peace,

seeking the nutrients of innate contentment.

 

But you have been uprooted too often,

that your body is torn and bloodied, 

with the sins of your past,

with the karmas of your future.

 

You realise you only have the strength,

to gain stability in the concrete homes,

of those that never had the heart,

to give you loyalty in the first place.

 

Shiver at the ironic natures of this world!

 

The roots that you buried,

have been left to wither and die,

under the humid sun and the breezy winds,

the memories; the laugher.

 

Your living soul Is nothing but a distant past of a life once lived and mourned.

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WHEN WILL I SETTLE…

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Like withered leaves,
frolicking to autumn’s eddying air,
I’ll never know,
when will I settle,
satisfy the needs of innate contentment,
accept that the established sentiment,
of yesteryear’s regrets and dispositions,
were brewed; resonance of seasons,
of torment and wholesome blues,
the despair of crouching in broken homes,
lined with vines of toughened roots,
of darkened esteems and confidence,
to approach life.

When will I settle,
heal the chasms of neurotic inanities,
reject the weakened foundations of these paper towns,
glorified by the insatiable greed of paper people,
making cutout love in flimsy suburbia,
that failed to quench the pleas of adam-kind,
to erase the mistake,
of star-crossed sins and entwined hues;
the longing for better times,
to approach life.

CHILDHOOD

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“Every now and then,

My parents remind me of you,

And snippets of you play like reels,

Through my dusty, rusty and opaque mind.

You were a footprint grooved in sand,

Only to be washed away by the cascading waters of time.

 

Oh when I was young and blue,

When the times were transcedent and ever so candent,

I used to play with paper planes and wooden trains,

And wished I flew to Neverland.

 

Life was a breath of fresh air and mired,

With the hallucinations of ecstasy.

But then you left and it became spiritless,

Like the funeral of someone you never knew.

 

Forgetting you was like forgetting me.

A part of me forever faded away.

In the darkness, like stars you always shined,

But when the sun rose

You fizzled like the ambers within my soul

 

When the Lord dwells within me and asks for a wish,

I shall wish to be acute and proud,

But modest and naked.

But my first preference would be to relive you,

MY CHILDHOOD!!