A Choice to Be Made

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 12, 2012 by nemesis89

I stood at crossroads,
Pondering over my next move,
There was so much more to discover,
Much more to prove.

Two ways lay side by side,
Yet as different as the night and the day,
Each had its own benefits,
And sure enough, had its own price to pay.

The question that lingered was of the risk,
One path lay simple,flat and straight,
The other, narrow surrounded by deep crevices,
The first one assured completion, the other something great.

The past came back to haunt me,
A similar crossroad had left me scarred,
The risk then had kept me content for a while,
But then a small slip and it left me tainted and marred.

Then I looked the other way,
A simple route and the destination in view,
Just needed to keep going on,
And I would surely reach there the same, nothing new.

Now I weigh out the options, assurance vs reward,
Too long I have been in the no-risk lane,
Time to let go of my past, my fears, my worries,
Time to take on these crevices and ravines once again.

The Silence Speaks

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 20, 2011 by nemesis89

As a calm prevails before the storm arises,
A blankness of the battlefield before the actual war erupts,
The power that connects us to ourselves,
Taking us away from all the life’s interrupts.

The silence indeed speaks,
In anger, when the face turns red,
The quiet blows persist,
After what’s gone wrong and what’s been said.

The silence prevails and persists more deeply,
On the face which endured endless turmoils,
The deep-rooted sadness speaks from within,
It needs no words for a soul entangled in coils.

The silence was broken when we were born,
But as time went by we learned through silence in complete serenity,
We found a newer side in our ownself and the world,
Till the time we were lost into the silence for eternity.

Time to Move on Now

Posted in Love Poetry, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 26, 2011 by nemesis89

Life is trying to speak something out softly,
As it continues to flow absent mindedly,
Oh my distressed friend, hear me out in this cacophony,
You let your lifelong dreams be insulted, so placidly,
Hold yourself together in this raging storm’s symphony.

How long will you keep walking like this,
How long will you keep sitting on this burning throne,
How long will you remain baffled ,
How long will you continue wandering like an aimless drone,
Try a newer tune far away from this life, that’s stifled.

What could have been done has been done,
Every path, every way has been wandered about,
So buck up and move from this standstill now,
Filled yourself too much as the ashes of your ambitions rout,
It’s time to sow new dreams and to never look back, you must vow.

Love’s Magic

Posted in Love Poetry, Poetry with tags , , , , , on June 19, 2011 by nemesis89

My eyes entwine with yours,

I lose control on this life now,

Love is a heavenly life,

To whose power even the mightiest bow.

 

When I glance upon your eyes,

Light got redefined,

And when encountered your thoughts,

Life’s entire meaning got refined.

 

The tale of love is infact life,

If there be no love, there be no life,

Love is an eternal life,

Everyone gives in to it’s power without the slightest strife.

 

Why does the wax wishes to melt?

Why does the sun wanna burn?

This ambition is indeed the test of life,

Being constantly tested at every twist, every turn.

 

Whomsoever’s life is graced by love,

Death does not stop his tale,

How to live without love,

How to miss out on the finest detail?

 

No person is devoid of love,

Every throat’s parched, every heart’s questioning,

Wherever there’s love, there is life,

No life without love is worth living.

 

Lover’s Blues

Posted in Love Poetry, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 4, 2011 by nemesis89

Whenever there is a downpour of love on this world,
Dunno why this heart longs for something,
How do I explain to this heart,
In madness, it doesn’t give in to any convincing.

As you carry out your various mischiefs,
Why am I the one dying in captivity,
Now bearing a pain, for which there is no medicine,
Are you just a cold lover or a butcher at their prime insensitivity?

Despite having thousands of flowers rotting in the pocket,
Why then stuck on this stinging flower for eternity?
Is this pain so dear now,
That I ll carry it to my grave in total naivety?

The blankness grows, the darkness surrounds,
But there be no difference to me now,
There is no fear now, there be no regrets,
As this experience will forever keep me laughing nonchalantly.

Life’s Lessons in ABCD….

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on May 10, 2011 by nemesis89

A situation had always been there,

Baffling the mind in numerous ways,

Conspiring against his true plans,

Deviating him from his truer self to an altogether new phase.

Estranged him from his own self,

For certain, little by little, as calmly as the sea,

Generated enormous interest in the question,

“How come they are better than me?”

“I want their place cause I’m better”,

Jabbering away, he left his true cause,

Knowing not what he was jumping into,

Losing his identity and whatever his true destiny was.

Minding his own work was what he should have done,

Nonetheless, he now burnt with jealousy,

Of other things with rage and envy over other’s gains,

Pushing himself in this game of fallacy.

Quaint now that he finds himself sinking,

Realising that this place wasn’t his to be,

Snared in his own false motives,

Trying to return to his true self, but now only the devil glees.

Under the enormous load, he finally buckles,

Vanity takes another simple prey,

Wishes unfulfilled, hundred dreams astray, he

Xclaims out to the world,at the dead end of his life in dismay,

“You are the perfect you. There’s never a need to be someone else”,

Zapped by the devil’s most evil game, he perishes into the gray.

P.S. Just a random attempt at a new weird way. Would wanna know what you think about it.

Creation of the Common Man

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2011 by nemesis89

He tried being nice to everyone,

World said “You gotta choose,

There’s a need for some to like you,

And yet, importantly, for others to give you the blues.”

He tried being selfless,

World said ” Stand for yourself,

You ll be loaded by others,

Till you break like an ordinary shelf.”

When he remained peaceful during a provocation,

World said “Don’t you have a spine to fight?

Doesn’t what they say to you,

Cause a million volcanoes inside you to ignite?”

When he tried not to take sides,

World said “Haven’t you got any opinions?

Why this act of non alignment?

Better for you to join either of the dominions.”

So, the world broke his ethics in every possible way,

His ways of life were twisted and twirled,

What remains of him is not even a shade of his former self,

As he just becomes another face in this faceless world.

The Matchstick and the Torch

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2011 by nemesis89

How small is a matchstick,

As compared to a torch?

Yet it is the one,

Which provides the fire and makes it scorch.

 

As the torch sets ablaze,

It burns its own provider,

It seems as if the web,

Decided to turn against its own spider.

 

Now, the matchstick lays,

Forgotten, burnt and broken,

From this nightmarish reality,

It pleads to be awoken.

 

The torch now burns,

With the brightest light and the strongest ire,

At its peak, does it now,

Remember the matchstick which gave it this fire?

 

P.S. Reviews appreciated;p



What You’ve Left Behind

Posted in Poetry on January 6, 2011 by nemesis89

The hesitations of the surreal past,
Memories of some lay withering,and some dead,
Silent whispers make us realise of where we are now,
And where we could have been instead.

Does letting it go still vexes your mind?
Is the reason totally beyond you?
Does the thought descends upon you,
Leaving you troubled or skewed?

Or was it worth leaving behind?
A clear choice of letting it go,
A thing which you had held too long,
Something which now you needed to outgrow.

Now where you stand in this intricate present,
You are because of that past boon or bane,
It may have been a moment’s decision or lifetime’s thinking,
The fruits or burden of which is engraved on your life’s terrain.

 

Can’t Be Your Best Friend

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 23, 2010 by nemesis89

When you need a shoulder,

To let your fears,your worries, it ll be there,

In those bleak and hollow surroundings,

In those jaded times,times of despair.

The shoulder did reassure of betterment,

It understood your delusion and your pain,

What drove you mad, what drove you crazy,

All those reasons driving you insane.

But it cared with a certain downside,

Got you to draw out the reality from your illusions,

Caused you to question your own ways,

Thereby, providing a deeper insight in these hazy confusions.

Hope you learned,hope you changed,

Hope this all for the better had your ways mend,

Seeking a brighter future, you ll always find it standing by,

But just can’t be your best friend.

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