The Fool's Quest - An epic-in-the-making
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Writing helps me process, the pain of a withheld goodbye, Each poem inches closer, but cannot bridge the gap, I sigh. To catch your eyes is a fantasy, I've risen over that now, If it's a formal closure I'm after, by myself I'll achieve how? Writing helps me reminisce, the joy of that fragile bond, Each poem helps me manifest, that relation with a magic wand. I can draw and redraw you as an angel,…
I had a blessed start, with IIT tag on my head, The techno-managerial jobs, I did not really dread. The lure of a different calling, sapped my energy, left me dead, With effort I climbed out of the hole, making psychology my bread. I met psychology in college, it was love at first sight, After decades of courtship, tying the knot didn't work out right, My earlier passion vanished, it became just…
I hired my sadness today, a poem I wanted to write, In which I could once more showcase, the abyss I daily fight. The poem needed a subject, darkness came to my rescue, Pathos stabbed me in the belly, as if waiting on a cue. I hired my sadness today, to process and feel good, If I can make sense of my suffering, don't you think I should? When my words disfigure the page, the ink becomes less…
John Doe felt lonely, I figured he lived alone, For the cracks in his society, he has to but atone. But when I looked at Ram Kumar, living in a family of four, He too felt torn apart, with relationships gone sour. Almost all live together here, with families or friends, Yet no one notices the foul smell, till the year ends, The woman living by herself, post death of spouse and child, Is literally…
Survive school or college together, chances become great, That you'll become BFFs, proximity seals your fate. Even when older you can still attend, to opportunities to socialize, That you can't make friends at work or in neighborhood, is a pack of lies. When you notice someone of your vibe, be vulnerable and intend, Take actions to bring them into your fold, be caring and to them tend. Make them a…
Bright light falls on me, I'm at my very best, Showcased for others, I laugh and have to jest. My light gets reflected, it can travel a hundred mile, The mirror blinds vision, so I haven't looked in a while. Darkness engulfs me, I with my shadow merge, Hidden from others, baser instincts emerge. Confronted with the abyss, no one dares to light a match, The stakes are so high, that none can the…
Poems of love, or poems of pain, She lurks in the shadows, I'm the hero main. Alexa kindled memories, I quickly changed the song, Today I've been poked, excuse me if I paint her wrong. She keeps tugging at my heart, that's her cardinal sin, She receded from my life, still this battle I couldn't win. Perhaps she is suffering too, maybe there's grief in her art, For she has cut me off totally,…
The door is not opening, have I knocked enough times? Do I need to master the art, of making lemonade from limes? Let the door remain shut, can't I move to another door? Unless I keep knocking, how will I know what's in store? Knocking again and again is rude, disturbing many surely a sin, If the road to riches is by trampling others, would it still count as a win? Not being acknowledged comes…
The worm is hungry, at the other end an inviting odor, The terrain in-between noxious, a single neuron inhibits crossing order. That I can explain on the basis of a neuron, the behavioral response, Makes me treat it as non-sentient, to be crushed as a sponge. The fly is courting and mating, there's a dopamine rush, The dopamine inhibits the circuit, that makes it fly when I crush. That levels of a…
100 tabs in my browser, I keep flitting from one to the next, With each notification, I switch context, I'm monkey mind at best. The Dionysian within me wants to jump, play all day around, Can't stay in the same place for entire day, routines do not me bound. I work with a single tab open, which leaves me deeply engrossed, The topic is arcane and specialized, interaction leaves me grossed. The…