challenging predestined place
chosen by a stranger
way before i was born
why does it always comes to this
why do i have to take on
fights i didn’t choose
against ruthless world
salivating for my failure
a destiny i want to make
to be one with a choice
and not one thrust upon me
by abusive life
anyway you look at it
love is complicated
you fall for it everytime
still end up getting hated
a journey new and exciting
embarked upon by a fool
soaking in the pains
reveling the pleasures
the road found him
eager for the destination
and slowed it down
for introspection is imperative
thriving on the arduous walk
the fool became the learned
realized destiny and destination
are constructs of imagination
for the journey is what matters
to learn what’s important
life is memories, disjoint
no start, no endpoint
a purpose
to make a name
to thrive
to live
to laugh
to fail
to fall
to get up
to carry on
a life
worth living
Change is common. So is the feeling everytime something changes dramatically. Some people revel in it. Others, not so much. Cautiously approaching the unknown, taking there own time to deal with the questions life has to offer at every turn. I might be in the latter group, trying desperately to get to a point where change won’t bother me. I’ve failed miserably so far. As much as I want to be completely fine with it, I seem to get a bit worried. Maybe it’s natural. Maybe it isn’t. Either way, it happens and I’ve to deal with it with a thumping heart. Every single time. I hope the changes that are about to happen are the kind that propels me into a position I want to be in. I know things will be tough, and there’ll be occasions when I’ll feel flummoxed. But I do hope I’ll have the strength to face them. I hope I’ll get to a position where I can revel these changes. I hope my thumping heart will be able to control itself. I hope these changes make my life better. I hope these changes improve my take on life. I hope.
there was a boy i knew
confused and complicated
yet sorted and straight
scarily confident
and confidently scared
the world was his
and he was of the world
together and alone
all at once
a while ago i found him
lost in his thoughts
attentively oblivious
humming silence
perhaps, torn apart
by the reality of the world
stitched together
by the very few on top
i can’t find him anymore
he might be openly hidden
or feathered underneath
ironclad burden called life
living a truthful lie
silent wind, howling mind
peaceful night, restless beat
empty roads, loaded thoughts
surrounded by world, still alone
come, see through my eyes
a destiny ahead
for my nightmares are real
and road, long
come, see through my soul
a painful heart
for my loss is real
and joy, foregone
come, see through my life
a hopeful man
for my dreams are big
and will, strong
how do you begin something new
from the ashes of hope and love
the embers of sadness staring
glimpses of hurt ripe, piercing
another year of dread passed
fearful surprises lay ahead
just flicker of hope through doubt
or strength to put misery to bed
