The true end of things
Is always at the beginning.
One day I shall cease to exist
Simply because I never did
to begin with.
Yes, I know…
Yes, I know
That there will be suffering
For you
When you have to let go
Unwillingly
Of all that you have owned
And laid claim to
Yes, I know
That I too shall suffer
In your suffering
Attached as I am
To your heart
Yoked as I am
To your being
A separation
A severance
A theft
A murder
Tortures unleashed on pleasures unwilling to relent
It’s all inevitable
Yes, I know.
Reminder
I know you see me live
And ask of me all that I can give
But I’ve always wondered why
We don’t see each other die
Things often taken a turn
When the last remains burn
So easily we let go
Of all unworthy sorrow
And see clearly through moist eyes
That death claims us…
Long before we actually die.
Desire’s Destiny
Within me
So many have lived
and scripted my story
Some have stayed
for decades
for years
Pined
Agonized
Washed away
by floods of tears.
Some come visiting
a month, a week
and leave soon after
they find their seek
Coveted guests
who appear
for a minute or two
Rejuvenate
Refresh and
Renew.
A residue of wisdom
on ways to cope
They leave behind
magical wings of hope.
My nothingness defined
by their very being
They’ve challenged what I know
of my seeing.
They’ve come to me
inhabited my space
They’ve shown their artistry
their canvas- my face.
Desires in search
for room, for chest
They’ve come to me
to manifest.
It’s in rare moments like these
I stand face to face
Watching in silence
My nothingness
My space.
I know now
I can clearly see
My space is nothing
But desire’s destiny.
Appearances
Even though it was clear-
She was dressed to impress
And to re-write more authoritatively
The tattered script
And the battered role
That was her story,
I remember not
How she looked;
Or how she felt;
Or what she said
Or what in essence
Was her sartorial sensibility
I remember only
An abstract arrest…
A loss of contact…
After touching upon
Her pathetic and desperate need
To impress and redress.
A Room Full of Ghosts
I sit alone in a room full of ghosts
Each one of them claims to know me the most
I know not who I may be
As each one of them screams their image of me
So shy! So bold!
So hot! So cold!
You’ve got it all right! You’ve got it all wrong!
Pathetically weak! Incredibly strong!
I sit in silence
Absorbing the noises
Till a momentous insight
Reveals them as choices
Choices I made a long time ago
I chose to let them stay
I never let go
Just as I made them then
I can make them now
So I get up and leave this room full of ghosts
How dare they claim to know me the most!
Over Time
Over Time
Will you care
To feel
Even for a moment
All that I have felt?
Over time
Will you be curious
Wanting to know
What fashioned
My mind, my space, my thoughts?
Over time
Will it matter
To you
What words composed
My concerns, my beliefs, my angst?
Over time
Will you be interested
In knowing
What seduced me to live my life
My way?
Over time
Will you see
Non- judgmentally
My reasons
For war, for strife, for dying?
Over time
Will you be accepting
Of my ideas, my visions, my dreams
And more importantly
Will you be living them?
Over time
Will you understand
My motivations
For leaving behind a legacy
Different ( a little better)
From the one left behind for me?
It’s In The Getting to know
Yes…
I would’ve liked better teacups
But here you are
Nevertheless
Forsaken or gifted
Standing before me every morning
And so…
Despite a petulant will
Everyday I grow to love you
And everyday
I get acquainted
With your unexpected beauty
Love and Beauty
You’ve taught me
Are not mere affections
They are the gifts of our attention
Joys that we receive
Not in our hours of need or merit
But in the generosity of our receptiveness
They’re never destinations
But journeys of long, slow acquaintance
Of discovering
And getting to know.
The Destiny of Thought
Another day in the life of thought
Sieving
Separating
What is
What is not
And as thought thinks
That INTELLIGENCE must have a form, a purpose, a design
Its own purpose
Is to structure my mind
Thought knows not what it can’t apprehend
It understands the finite
And not things that have no end
Discontent with accepting things just as they are
It looks over the near, in search of the far
And so as thought must
So thought does
Structuring my life with lofty bricks of beliefs and values
It fates its own end
By empowering my acumen to choose
And finally
When all that is something
Will eventually wither away
Infinite INTELLIGENCE will come my way.
A Person of Few Words
Screaming silences
The thoughts in my mind
I can feel their angst
But words are hard to find
I struggle with words
They forever evade me
Messiahs of my thoughts
They forever fail me
Them thoughts pound my head
Demanding release
“We need to be said
Let us out, please!”
Their expression, their release
Is my reason to be
For if not my thoughts
What is my legacy?
So don’t dismiss me in a hurry
As someone with little to say
It’s a matter of time
Before my thoughts have their day
For now they stay imprisoned
A lack of choice
Locked in my mind
For want of a voice
That’s all they need
Just the wealth of words
But till they are freed
I am as you know me
A person of few words.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 