Skyez Post

Peace and tranquillity A heart full A whisper of a breadth Whispers of the past… As the rays touch and spread Orange to amber to firery red Two onlookers inhale the calm That rest may bring before the dawn A day partially over Time well spent Minutes to go by too Melting into hours now new The vast firmament resplendent in technicolour Streaks of ambient light Bold, board strokes…

Enough 

Am I enough? a question asked again and again.  An echo resounds in the distance,  ‘No, you are to blame.’ Sifting through life on end, Pages fly, memories flash by  Still smote down one more  ‘You have to be stagnant, grow no more.’ ‘I tried to conform’, I shout once more  Into the matrix of numbers  Gaffawing comes the reply  ‘You’re just a disaster full of blunders.’ Questioning…

When you lost in the moment Looking to where you want to be It’s time to close your eyes And deep into YOU see. For all the world may be there With aplomb and scars With repartee and hostility Not a care … near or far. For within lies your abyss Deep and churning within… The vortex swallows you Eats you up and rescue may seem slim! Look within you lies the fountain Of life, of hope,…

Why can’t you say the dreaded NO!! Why can’t you say what you mean? Why hide behind the veiled stranger? Why just not why the slate clean? There’s something to the ‘yes’ man Always ready to please. The yes is always appreciated… Though self esteem decrease. The veiled stranger always judges It lies on the path… within Clearly no one loves the heartfelt charms… With the unpleasantness…

The void behind, The space between, The right of way Who’s ever seen? Though thick and thin Beyond the night It’s all out or in In the fight. Looking through the tint of nothingness Through a looking glass opaque Something might touch you Hazy and just fake! Though all you have to show may be yourself In your thoughts and words be free … The world may reject you … Th world maybe…

Outside looking in Beyond the realm of reason, The periphery thin And the edge… increasing . Shut out from reality Living in the bubble, Shut out and somehow free Before you hit the rubble. Outside looking in Outside the body and soul, Feeling the pangs and the sting Not a part of a whole.

Life breathes Life endures Life frees Life’s moments stores. For when dust to dust we become Memories in picture frames is all is left One day mortality succumbs Just thoughts of yonder and bereft. Life is a succession of instances Seconds counted in time Before we are left with distances Dust to dust … wood and twine.

Finding my place Reasons displaced Though what is the world without an aim ? Without name? Thus the hard made sure, That the word endure Though the lens of romantic mysticism And also … our cynicism . Get on with it! Move over, snail speed, bit by bit. Where is my place? What does one face? Shine on as the sun ray Penetrate the darkness that stays. Force on through the piles of…

Life is give Life is take Sometimes all you do is give … Saying ‘No’, a mistake. A transaction of bonds unknown Thrown, bedraggled and alone. Is life but a barter? Just emotion when there is only ‘yes’ ? Is that why birth a starter? Is then only your life blessed? Why then talk of free choice When choice is nothing but yes, Be it happy and memorable Or even under duress . So life…

Perceptions and reflections Both shallow and grey Through the branches of light and dark Some solid and some fray. Though opaque they may seem Illusionary and weak Sometimes summoned, sometimes screened Just patches of grey… bleak. Upon reflection one may think Reality and fiction collide Burrowed and deep though nothing within Always unfair in the fight.

As I sit in my corner Following the conversation that we had, Why we had the former? Which turned out nothing more than bad. Nothing reeks of what was Nothing to reel in, Is there a sliver to look for? Is there still something that has been? The corner feels safe again Nothing to lose when all be lost, Thoughts are all I reign in… My words are all I got.

A little heart and deprived of soul

Life comes full circle I’m told

Life… living… death to behold

As the withered me looks beyond the edges

Smudged and incomplete …

Creased and lined I rest

Black and Blue…

Thinking back on the British Raj days, one might say we’re living in a world of strange kind of curfew. Have been giving it some thought in recent days, and I know my grandmother would’ve been the most unhappy person not being able to go to the market!! Really, come to think of it she would curse and crib like no one I know of. She couldn’t handle not going to market to get household things!! The…

Standing on the precipice,

Paralysed by what lies ahead

Too scared to take a step back;

For a promise to be broken instead.

Beyond the borders of the mind

Where fear may survive and sometime not,

For left with fear if we must be

So pause to hear … the sheer drop!

For into the void we send ourselves

Void of nothingness and pulsating greed;

But over there, just…