‘What’s faster than lightening,’ was the question that would run in a 9 year old’s curious yet innocent mind. 11 years later he had found answers,although not in the best ways possible. He had learnt that feelings were faster than the outburst of Lord Zeus himself. There always comes that position in life where you fall prey to the hungry predator that lies in Cupid. Though a complex simpleton,he is the most dangerous player in the game and make no mistake when I say,he can judge the worth of your life in a matter of seconds. I happened to be on the wrong side of the bow a couple of years after the innocence in me had been washed away. This is the aftermath of that fateful encounter with Cupid.
“The burning of darkness to light
Like how the path between us lies
Frozen snowflakes dripping blood
The epitome of my love for you
The fate of our path lies twisted
Like how the past witnessed our hands entwined”
When options run down to passion and bread,dilemma begins. One of those defining moments saw me write this.
“Crossroads lay right before thou sight
Choose before giving up on you is your might
Farfetched seems to be your imagination
For you are as gay as Lord after his wonderful creation
Choose between one of the roads screams your mind
Paths ahead filled with friends like fiends
Waiting for your fall like scavengers after the apocalypse
Only time can tell whether you can grasp tight the future’s glimpse”
Dark age evolved into the golden age. But did the dark age in anyone’s mind ever cross over to the golden age? I’ve been living with that question for a long time. There were instances where life went pandemonium. Not the body,but the heart and mind. But as time went on,I found serenity in this pandemonium. I started living in it like it was meant to be my birthplace and worked in it like it was my workshop.
“The darkest place on earth laced by the sparkles of the moonlight
My mind stole that title,the moonlight being my fodder to write
As steps for heaven seem too vague and the pit to hell seems too smoggy
I have but this dark place to dwell my insignificant being in
Because hell won’t have my hide nor would heaven gift me wings
In the beginning, I stood alone with my mic in that moonlight
In the end,the mic stood alone in a room full of people.”
My workshop always brings forth the best in me. Help is all I seek from it and to share the help is all I want to do. Empathy and love.
Some say I’m blessed. Very few know about the curse I carry.
“He sat in the extreme corners of his confined heart.
His emotions couldn’t be controlled anymore
nor could his weeping heart pretend to smile from ear to ear.
His past had left little to be happy about
And his future,fortunately seemed vague.
He buries his face in the pillows of heartbreak
And wonders where it all went wrong.
She dances in the ballroom with devils
Pretend angels they were, stooping down
Picking up broken pieces and fragile tears
And drowning themselves in the blood of the innocent
Her heart bleeds rather than her soul
She buries her face in the pillows of doom
And wonders where it all went wrong.”
I have been living with two sides living inside me. One side chooses the path of love. The other sadistic side chooses its evil twin. That’s when I sat at 3:00 am and started inking the paper.
“When Love and Hate waged war
Jealousy and lies helped hate
In a battle that hate could win
Entered hope and truth in triumph
To stand by Love’s side.
The battle goes on forever
But the war never seems to end
And none of the two are beaten
Entered man into the battlefield
He chose Love over Hate
Hate’s choice was to runaway
To hide with what’s left of it
But Hate waits for the day
The day man loses hope and truth
and Love stands alone to die
Wonders! Man still holds on to Love
And promises to fight forever
His message is loud and clear
Each man has to complete the odyssey
To sway Hate towards Love
And to stand strong forever.”
Tonight,it is lost in the hollow
Those pieces of heart you claim to be yours,
are in fact mine over yours
Still intact by my suffering it is.
Your heartbreak is what my heart cushioned
That blow taken,it lies prone to danger
But it is you who brushed it aside
Picking up what I gifted to you
That heart of yours tangled in lust
Leaving behind this empty chap
Who looks beyond your graceful retreat.