Limitless

What the glorious life of Stephen Hawking teaches me, in a nutshell.

The beauty in humanity is endless
The seams of knowledge are boundless
There’s so much to seek, so much more to give
The opportunities for reform are countless
For a lone treader of the path of life
These moments of knowledge are priceless
There’s no knowledge too old, no concept too new
They’re all lessons, regardless
And while uncertainty is the only thing certain
Certainty lies in that, we’re limitless

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Undone

We’re all part of a system

Flawed humans working towards a flawless world

Broken lives mending the dents in humanity

Tattered pieces, coming together to form a collage

We’re part of a system that runs on faith

We hold the reigns to this society, you and me

Reigns that slip each time with anger and doubt

This masterpiece dismantled each time there is conflict

Each time we run out of chances to give

The onlooker would know, how we’re tearing apart

This universe that we put years into making

For lack of trust, in humanity and humans

We tie ourselves up, as we come undone

City Lights

So they glimmer, the city lights

Hundred different lights, a thousand different stories

Together, they conjure a pretty sight

Lights of hope, happiness and memories

 

The faintest glimmer comes from the farthest

It talks of the warmth, the comfort of home

And yet it catches your eye the earliest

Patient, welcoming, it holds it’s own

 

The brightest and the tallest light

That of lure, promises, competition

It shines fiercely, the perfect white

Light for your dreams and their realisation

 

A string of lights plays mischievously

Many different colours, outlining a house

They celebrate, decorate the atmosphere of glee

Blinking happily as they read wedding vows

 

The most solemn light stands at the centre of it all

Inviting, calming, it offers protection

The house of prayer, quaint, peaceful, small

Igniting the path for seekers of salvation

 

City lights, they glimmer, they speak for their own

They bring to life the dark city nights

The skies of the city, they proudly own

The mute storytellers, the city lights.

Vows And Woes

She came in much earlier this year

Breezing past them all, nuzzling in their ear

This time was different though, a friend gave her company

Didn’t go down well, none approved of this matrimony

Little did she care though, for they’d been given their chance

To love her, respect her, to bring in the romance

But they took her for granted, not noticing the magic of her being

The way she cooled them, loved them, was a sight worth seeing

She decided not to wait any longer, all she craved was respect

That’s when he came along, to save the damsel in distress

Aggression in his blood, destruction was in his name

An encounter with him was terminal, bloody was his game

Hand in hand they walked, into the city calm

Set everything afloat, kicked up a literal storm

Finally they kneeled, folded hands, in front of her

Begged for their lives, asked not to make them suffer

Winter sought vindication in this new found godly appeal

Storm, her new mate, had made a deadly reveal

Together they set off seeking justice, everywhere that Winter was wronged

Mother Nature, however subtle, had raised all her children strong.

Step Out

These inhibitions that hold you down

Some, gifts from the society, the others your own

They look sturdy but they’re only silken strings

Tug at them and they snap at once

But step out soon, else they grow back around you

This time stronger, much more sturdier

And they’ll feed on you, and stay silken no more

Then the day will come, you’ll not have known when

Silken strings were replaced by iron shackles….

Gone Too Soon…

I wish I knew you better

I wish a face, a voice and a smile weren’t my only living memories of you

Your life was fearless and you left us in immense fear, my deductions from what I hear

I wish I could shed a tear whilst celebrating your life and not mourning your departure

I wish I could look your photograph in the eye and talk to it with entitlement

I wish I didn’t constrain my acknowledgement of you to a customary hi

I wish I hadn’t feared being judged and waited for time to get us talking 

I wish you weren’t an amorphous void I’ll never be able to give form

I wish I’d known you enough to gauge the extent of my loss

I wish I was more human and less ego, so we could get talking

I wish you didn’t go, and I’d have to wish no more….

Road Trips

These are the very roads we traversed in broad daylight

But somehow the silver of the moonlight makes them look pristine

The tree by the roadside we found pretty and calm by day

Roars with might, showcasing strength by night

The stream that glimmered golden this morning

Still glows, only with hues of moonlit silver

With no clear distinction between fog and cloud

We walk right through a blanket of thick white wonder

As nature, in all its majesty changes form over time

She never ceases to amaze, with all the beauty she holds dear

And the million faces on the way, unknown, yet, imparting belonging

And their million smiles, those of gratitude and simple acknowledgment

Road trips are intriguing, to each hungry eye

And with those you hold dear, road trips are important

For the destination then never matters, time is the supreme precious

One such road trip, with roads prettier than the destination…

The Price Of knowing

Is it fair that life can be brutally harsh in more ways than one, all at once? 

Would it be okay to still call it coincidence, and not unnatural as my world gets undone? 

With all that was dear, lost, and all that was life, hurt, is it okay for me to smile yet? 

Will anticipation get the better of me, my fears redeemed, and spirits upset? 

See, that’s the part of growing up that I abhor- that I know and understand more

That the youth in my kin is greying and ageing, the poverty in our pockets not hidden anymore

And then there’s expectation, be an adult, understand, and find a way out

It scares me to tell you, I’m just as lost as you, it scares me to say it aloud

I detest birthdays because each adds a wrinkle to my prematurely ageing brow

Most of all the fear that erupts from all these secrets that I now know

And tell me to be fearless, and I’ll still worry, because believe me, life is trying

With all the courage I have, and all the knowledge you give me,I try, and yet end up crying

For this tunnel we’re walking through seems to have no light at the end at all

And I see you melt, right before my eyes, your dejection the last crack in the wall…

Undying

Strolling down the grassland, exploring nature’s raw beauty

I noticed a flower bud, little, but pretty 

Inconspicuous though its location, yet extremely attractive

It caught my attention, held me captive

I decided to watch , as long as time permits

It’s evolution through life, those subtle transits

The tiny green bud now was waking from its slumber

Gently peeking through, were delicate petals, lavender

Over days to come, she stretched out lazily

Bright slender petals fluttered against the wind happily

The sun shone across its being, made it shimmer

Dewdrops at dawn, moonlight, set to glimmer

I saw her through the harshest of sun and worst of breeze

Strong as ever she stood, “You’re invincible, ” I teased

She was so many colours inside, you’d miss if you didn’t care

With utmost subtlety and poise, her stance, she’d bear

But time came, the slender lavender could hold up no more

She curled upon herself, even as wind through her, tore

When tempest did no harm,a silent breeze denuded her centre

All colour lost, shrunken, ready to wither

The lavender turned brown, almost as if by magic

And just like that, she was gone, a sight beyond tragic

For weeks I did mourn, looking at the soil that was her abode

Not noticing her hundred daughters that now lined the road

Just as man mourns the demise of who to him are dear

Not knowing they live on, through deeds, genes and peer

They say life is temporary, but death permanent

I’d argue, life’s temporary, but death, isn’t even a thing.
In memory of Chester Bennington whom I’d only recently begun to know and respect and who continues to live through his music in all of us.

Sculpted

Declarations of love etched into your substance


You bleed serum from those scored ends


The artist came in search of a picturesque subject


Your pitiable scars intrigued him instead


On his canvas he drew, as you bled around the stabs


Up at a gallery, for display was your plight


They called out the flaws of modern day love


Sold for a million, you and your scars


He painted you well, you’re a site to visit now


Your gigantic form occupying centre stage


They marvel at your chiseled scars instead


Among all this attention, a wide eye little one


Walks up to you, touches your scars


Shriveled, they don’t bleed anymore, he screams


Dear tree! Your tattoo is obscene!