Their silence would bereave all the doubts.
Little did they know,
The words their eyes spoke...had echo.
Posted by Praxis at 2:34 PM
Posted by Praxis at 8:02 AM
The proud kite
Gloating in all its glory of a mighty flight
Reveling in befuddling paths of highs and lows
Elated, Intoxicated, dazed.
Suddenly got lost in wilderment
Cutting through the wind, withstanding harsh blows
Panicked, descended, collapsed.
The naïve kite didn’t know,
It will eventually fall…..
When there is no string attached.
Posted by Praxis at 10:05 AM
Shrinking further and further, wishing to disappear
Fist pressing my wonder, breath dissolved in potent fear.
Clothes are one with my skin, how abrasive, how cruel,
Night’s getting evil and somber, abandoning me to feel real.
The clouds couldn’t take it any more, frail as they are,
They broke down, they cried, asking me to run too far,
Their tears running down my elbow, disguised with mine
My lips quivering, my knees hugged, my virtue standing short and shrunk.
My arms flailing in the unknown,
My ears standing tall to recognize the unseen
My right thumb torturing my left palm in denial,
My form gasping for breath, my spirit wanting to die
My Sighs giving me hopes..........(yet another lie).
The deafening rain getting serrated,
Piercing through my illusive proud being,
The opaqueness of night making my guilt transparent,
The biting wind cutting through my delusion, my deceits, my inequity.
With each drop is falling down ...my arrogance, my sanctity.
The memories of past blinking through my eyes,
Only to keep me inert, only to leave me repentant.
My asylum, the small corner behind the wall, why so infinite?
Why can’t I run away? Where is the secret place to hide?
The threesome of rain, night and solitude, oh so evil alliance
Oh how I wish to evaporate, Oh how I wish to collapse !!!
The night seems eternal, the Stars are shamefully apart,
Oh the treacherous Sun, why don’t you have a heart?
Amid my rigid guilt, my trying absolution and all the mist
There I am….. Left soaked …….left unclaimed.
Praying for the Sun,
There I am…..Left soaked……left unclaimed.
Posted by Praxis at 4:54 PM
Sure you have read a thousand some books and the heaviest treasure you have is the dust on them....
Five Degrees and a diploma meticulously hung up on the wall...
Your prestigious high and mighty association....
Your rather obese pay check, a friendly reminder of your worth.....
a sip of (shaken not stirred) vodka and your complex metaphysical perspective....
Sure you have left your blood, sweat and tear at strong and vulnerable parts of life...
Sure you crack people up.........sure your heavy eyes foretell your wisdom and intellect, your presence intimidate hearts. Sure you can sing along with the radio; lyrics to lyrics; hum to hum, play a note touch a chord.
Sure you can make and break with ease and perfection.....
You have landed on significant parts of the globe, have pictures to wow friends.
Sure you can remember quotes and names; use bulls eye metaphors. Your sentence contains more than 20 words, sure your comprehension and grammatical skills are unmatched......
Sure you have gone through distinct struggle and have superior life tales to seduce minds.....
you are cerebral and cool at all times............... Sure you can manipulate views and amend decisions.
Sure you can find your ways through bewilderment, show roads to the confused......
Sure your driving skills make winds self-conscious and your affinity towards gadgetry makes Bond blush.
Sure your ego is incredible and your sarcasm..... "effective".
Sure your heart break is profound, your nerve’s tender.
Sure your hesitation is anything but ignorance, your continuity nothing but expertise.....
Sure your s p a c e is divine, your time is treasured.
Sure sporadic truth imprisons you and silence sets you free....
Sure you are the chosen warrior, cautiously reckless wanderer..
Sure you are this, that and the other.
But I can take you. Yup ( urghhh..it’s yes not yup) I can take ya. I can create life; I HAVE created life, a beautiful, innocent life. A life that would crawl from infancy to eternity. A soul that would evolve to form generation, a new voice, a new beginning. What say you? Can you match? Anything more powerful? Sure you can inflict but can you bear?
Posted by Praxis at 12:41 PM