Desolate

Of what use is it to have lived a life, 

if my past can't help my present?
What's the use of all this strife, 

if it can't make my future pleasant?

Why do you want to change me, 

are you not strong enough?
Why should I be who you want me to be, 

when I'm made of different stuff.

"Love them as they are" they said, 

I doubt if we knew what it meant.
Must've been like things we heard, 

the truth forces had it bent.

What you like in me today, 

you may loathe tomorrow,
why be so excited about being gay, 

every joy shall become a sorrow.

I learnt to be a chameleon once, 

but now I feel I'm so old.
I miss those early morning long runs, 

I miss being brave and bold.

The chameleon landed on a television screen, 

people were looking,
too many hues of blue, red and green, 

the blood started cooking. 

"Less lies leave less stress" they said, 

I doubt if they had put it to test.
My hair continues to shred, 

I still dream of the wild wild West.

The world taught me to change or to lie, 

and ease the pain,
now I stand with them balanced on a tie, 

am I the knot? What's this strain?

I doubt if friends would have made me feel light,
oh wait I'm sure they'd have hugged me tight.
I'm hugging my pillows and blankets tonight,
no friend to be heard of, not one in sight.

Hurt

He's a bloody animal living inside,
Residing in my heart, feeding on my pride.
He made me cry till my eyes dried,
My past is his spear, my memory his ride.

He's a bastard child of a relation,
The relation fell apart, he had no cessation.
He waved at me at every station,
I waved back in fear, travelling to damnation.

He's a cousin of guests infinite,
They all played dart, and left at late night.
He can't tell if it's dark or bright,
Long lived my blind dear, he knew no flight.

It was a tear that lost its way,
Forgot where to start, into blood did it sway.
He thought it was just a prey,
Then red turned clear, he melted away, like clay.

Surprised were many who always did pry,
All they got to hear was "Real men do cry".

Perspective

What has changed?

We are the hunters hunting to eat,
Not with claws slashing the meat,
Not with leaves beneath our feet,
But with words amicable and sweet,
In concrete jungles or on the street,
Gambling in a tangible trick or treat.

What's in a name?

We have heard the same tale before,
Once as a recital in the old folklore,
Read it as a blurb at the bookstore,
Only once does it appeal to us more,
When we see it as our life's metaphor,
Learn from it some lessons encore.

Joys and sorrows?

Is it a joy to travel around? Ask the chauffeur.
Do you dream to be loved? Ah! The poor star.
Is it a disgrace to be begging? There's the lover.
Do you regret doing a job? That homeless beggar.
What's everyone's joy? What's their sorrow?
What I love today, I might hate tomorrow.

Maybe

Maybe, we are all moving forward, 

or maybe we are not, 

maybe, we are all spreading outward, 

or maybe we are not, 

maybe, we can see the universe in us, 

or see ourselves in the universe, 

maybe we are blind, deaf and dumb, 

or maybe it is this that's all there. 

We may try to know what is there, 

or what is not, 

we may ask how to be there, 

or how not to be here, 

but the puzzle is that we never ask why, 

why we dream of higher states 

and deeper understandings. 

Maybe we are a group of mental capabilities

drugged and hallucinating, 

waiting, waiting, 

waiting.....

The real bliss

You're a tree, green, thick and tall, 

blooming in the spring shredding in the fall,

nurtured by the breeze beaten by the storm, 

did they cut you short or did they give you form?

You're a rock, a rigid stubborn one, 

weathering in the rain shining in the sun,

stepped by the paws pressed in the claws, 

did they make you unique by giving you those flaws?

Just because they shape you, would you live along? 

Would the tree not die if the wind was strong?

Wouldn't the rock in a million years become sand? 

What if you're dying slow and you never understand?

Where is the line between the living and the dead? 

Would you not die even if you are overfed? 

What about the snake hiss, is it asking you to kiss? 

If life is such a pain, isn't death the real bliss?