Wafting mass

Ragged black or ruddy red,
white cotton balls,
in one of these forms,
dangling atop,
waiting to burst & downpour
its aqueous mass
or awaiting for sun to set
to reflect the essence
that it holds,
or in its real cast,
purest pure!
up, above & very high
it floats across horizon
like a rover or a seeker,
thus,
perpetually moving along
stillness is not its course,
home it has none,
moves in a caravan,
sometimes in horde,
& then all alone
scattered in pieces at times,
and then, 
bundled & dense in yet another,
relishing the sojourn,
more than the destination
creating impressions
or leaving impressions,
on the onlooker
amused with its many forms, 
charmed by reflections multitude,
I wonder - creator or
the creation itself is beauteous
to the extent that I am bemused!
 

The Imposter

Startled & stunned,
baffled & boggled,
to witness duality in beings,
who are veiled behind cloak,
shiny which is,
bright as much to blindfold!
Words they utter,
actions they exhibit,
to show the world,
the saint in them
luscious & sugar-candy,
with a deceitful curve on the face,
they draw the victim,
& horde of others too,
since limelight is what they seek
thus, conveying a tailor-made story,
which is beyond realms reality
& is suited to befit,
circumstances as they are in
narcissist intentions,
ego-centric short-term goals,
is what they chart out
to captivate & then divert
demonstrate & then remonstrate
Deluded in their deceitful enigma,
the prey follows suit,
intoxicated & inebriated,
tag it their vulnerability or innocence
a crystal clear heart or
'see godliness in all' morale
flow like rivulet,
blow like wind !
And then, deserve,
what they shalt not,
now befalls,
doors which were, tightly shut,
now open,
out there, exposed & disclosed !
an eye-opener,
to what they witness
sweet words they are no longer,
but bitter as bile,
consummate the essence of being,
Like words,
actions are quite contrast too !
distanced & away,
impervious to cricks,
but inversely, pricks !
Outward Dove,
Inward  poisonous serpent
Like cloud they float,
like season they alter,
forever like a hobo,
in quest of chump anew !

Maze Amazed

Like a riddle it challenges me,
masking with a constant grin,
though reasons sundry
It is contended at times,
yet in others,
showing the darkest deep !
Abounding at times,
yet in others,
bereft of joy I deserve !
While the quest for veracity,
seems like a mirage,
finding traces, round the corner,
yet getting blocked in blockages,
which I tend to flounder upon,
every now & then,
I quiz myself,
what if it was a straight-line?
with no twists & turns?
as I sit in self - introspection,
a sudden realization
leaves me in awe
the arcs lead me to venture
& thus, brewing inquisitiveness
to explore beyond
thus, making the journey exciting
& not just the destination
that one might eye at the horizon
far & way wide
thus, Life! as it is,
a basket full of contrasting colors
each to be
fetched, splashed & smeared upon

Obscurity

Introspecting the precedences 
that elapsed
digging graves & soiling self
all over again,
gives no joy, so as to say
rather, an agonizing despair, it is
nevertheless, quintessential 
to learn from such instances
thereby shielding self 
from any such aberration
that disrupts from within
an extent to which
gathering back the scattered pieces
becomes stiff as ever
A time when dreams were sublime
enveloped in an aura of ecstasy
immersed in masked solicitude
but real, they were not
perceived as perceptible
though ridiculed the emotions 
which were no less than pure
now, the inquest to apprehend
the queries that swaddle within
deep in speculations
lost, leading no-where
finding place in morass
in constant ambiguity
 

Pacing up

The zing to jingle along,
hum the ever-contradicting verses
of mysterious reality called life
despite multitude of hitches
& innumerous glitches
she kept the spirit alive
though broken she was,
& shattered certainly
but dead, not as yet...
Slowly & gradually,
she had begun to be cognizant of the fact
that disruptions could only change course
neither wreck, nor nuke
The only challenge that remained
was to follow the course,
the stream shall flow,
& so must her hope
guarded & cautious
though not resistant or defiant
striving a little further
& not giving up
Such course of action
strengthens her, makes her thick as bark
of the tree that stands still for ages
sustaining blows, every now & then
all alone, all by itself
likewise the courage within,
assures to sparkle & not fade




 

Camouflaged

Cocooned within, all over again
she now tends to guard herself
from incoherence which once had become
a way of her life
& then, wrecked her down into pieces
when reality dawned upon her
now, evanished in memories
under the fog, behind the bars
away from the heart,
yet leaving traces in the soul
a missing thread or the cloak itself
perplexed & stupefied
she bears the loss with all the ache
nonetheless, the thearetical representation of  self
that the world gets to see
which she tactfully mimics
with a curve on her face
giving out the message that she is contained
thus, making her existence
in the human jungle sustainable
also leaving behind trail of enviousness
mistaken by her jolly mask,
masses look upto her
as the splendid case of
all-encompassed blessing & bliss
how long? she asks herself,
to evade the consistent agonizing spasms
will she bloom again
with all her spirit, zest & vigour
or get dragged to self-assassination
TIME  shall reveal one day,
only if she exists to see what it plans to show