Category Archives: life

Who am I

Who arst I, I ask myself often
And whence I know, I know,
I need know nothin’ more
I need say nothin’ more

Two Bogies

Bogies of different trains we are
That met at a station
We share more than the cursory
A linkage more than the evident

Now as the guard blows the whistle
And you pull out of the station
The heart beats faster
Threat of a mere memory looms
Alas your track runs different
Our destinations lead afar

But the journey is long
Many stations would come along
Deep down I hope
Our tracks would meet again
And we would be stationed for good
At another station

A Purpose Hidden

Millions in the melee
Each a story, an ego
Like I, like you
And a purpose
Lost, hidden 
Deep beneath the layers
Of existence

Another life, another time?

Another life, another time?

As another body lies still
And a escapes
I wonder what am I gunning after
Am I pursuing a transience,
A phantasmagoric zilch
That would reward me with nothing
And take away all
As one day I burn awayWould I at least now change my rhyme?
Align myself with myself?
Stop beating with the trivial,
for another life, another time.

When Undone

In a where I am alone
In those times when I am undone
I want a ray to shine on me
I want your face to be with me
Forever, when we’ll be gone
Would remain the times we longed
By the river, across the sea

On top of the mountains, you and me

The ways through which I stride

As I stride across the mountains
I realize the valleys yonder
And as I drift across the ocean
I realize the deepest wonder
There are clouds that come my way
The sun that shoves them away
I wade thru rain, I walk thru shine
Oh the ways, thru which I stride

Three Little Things

(song)
You learn
You play
You unplay
Unlearn
Start again
Stop again
And start again
Stop again
And one day, you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll all breakdown
Three little things written on a paper
Three little things that really really matter
Ten other things push your away
You’ll need You to pull it your way…
And one day, you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll all breakdown
Three little things written on a paper
Three little things that really really matter
Ten other things push your life away
You’ll need You to pull it your way…
Else one day you’ll all breakdown
One day, Should you really breakdown?
Breakdown…
Life’s one
Have fun
Give it a go
Your best shot
Persist
Be wise
Persist
Don’t you die, Survive
Else one day you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll really breakdown
Those three little things written on a paper
Three little things that really really mattered
Ten little things dragged your life away
You needed You to tear it all away…
Else one day, you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll all breakdown

Break Lose

I just need to break lose,
Step out and discover
The world for myself, or,
Remain trapped
Within the confines
Of your creations

The journey

The people in the car
Stiff, stuck-up
Eyes glued to the screens
Not even an ack
Not even a smile
Lost in their phones
Jabbing at the keys
Headphones in their ears
And a young man
P’raps as stuck-up
Observing it all
Penning it all

Wisp of Air

(regurgitating an old post)

As I look out of the window
And see my home pass by
I realize that years have passed
Time has flown
There must be my marks in that house somewhere
A wisp of my breath lingering
Some evidence that I had once lived here
And that house was but my belonging
The street outside must have my footmarks
Certainly the marks of the cycle I rode
My school must still have my mischief in its corridors, I’m sure
And the where I played;
Oh, the trees must recognize me surely

But I realize
There are new dwellers now
The home, the street, the school, the garden
Which I once called mine, are someone else’s now
For my marks were only temporal
I had no claim
The stay was short
But the desire strong
In the scheme of things
I have moved on
I will move on
Guess, I’ll hardly be anywhere
But for a minutiae, a blip
And a lingering wisp of air…