Getalong to avenues anew

Winds of hope,
now blow in reverse,
expectations nix,
& from none, 
love that hurts,
traces not even an iota,
cipher emotions,
sans bonds,
in solitude,
without realm of absoluteness,
I wander no longer,
but, trod ahead,
with zeal fullest,
firm in determination,
tenacious in endurance,
despite parsimony,
& test of time,
that lay affront,
multifarious & capacious,
find self,
racing atop,
victorious,
with flying colors,
like a shining star,
I sparkle bright,
applause, honor & recognition,
all at once,
heed appreciation
albeit,
repletion of little joys,
laughter childlike,
by tickling tickles, 
slipped a great deal!
thence, I wonder,
happens what,
when ends to meet, 
meet an end?
a new yardstick to latch on to?
or a break to rejoice, 
in glory absolute? 
whilst I toggle my grey cells,
thoroughfare of time runs by,
new avenues to latch on to, 
surface,
in it's ever mystifying self,
it is only a beginning,
outset of a long journey,
thus, boots of zest are worn again,
as crawling up,
I venture anew,
to a never never land...

Yet another year gone by...

The clock ticks,
Bit by bit,
In fleeting speed,
Time to say goodbye,
To yet another year,
Ephemeral, 
As moments were,
Though leaving imprints,
Of memories,
Some to keep,
Rest to bury deep,
Absolutely by choice,
That is!
Well! have we grown wise?
Or, turned more wild?
A wringer in my thoughts,
Where have we arrived,
& where do we head to?
Perhaps some milestones reached,
Others, to etch out...
Behold! 
Watch out for misleading paths,
For, a folly done once,
Mustn't be replayed,
Although by a mistaken chance!
Firm in determination,
Stiff in aggression,
Let us march along,
To unknown terrains,
Where beauty is sublime,
With pastures green,
All that glitters, 
With a tinge of sheen !
Engraved in a rock,
Year that is gone by, 
May you rest in peace,
While I tread ahead,
With full vigour, courage & zeal,
Twinkling & dreamy eyes !

Faithless

Solus in the crowd,
I gaze at faces,
expressions multitude I witness,
but colorless, anemic & barren,
Conception of reality,
or mere perception I wonder !
Promises are made,
assurance of trust,
claimed transcendental,
but, seems indiscreet,
for, mishaps that are bygone,
leave a stench of unworthiness,
that the heart scorns,
to accept anything,
that carries the tag of faith,
dwelling in a constant despair,
that it would only break me,
to pieces beyond mend,
and then I ponder,
hasn't it done the harm already ? 
fumbling in the muddle,
entrapped & entangled,
in self-inflicted torturous pain,
I interrogate self,
How strange is the affair of life,
it's wrecks, rebuilds 
& shards down to pieces,
all over and again !
And in it's viciousness alone,
gawk it's truth ultimate !

Zoetic Zest

A brisk walk by the sea,
Starry galore high up,
Tides  brushing by,
Breaking the barricades,
Intruding the arcades,
Creating ruffles,
Leaving rumples,
Of sand and gravel,
But, far she has to travel,
& beyond...
Soar high in wild blue yonder,
Words of wisdom to stand by,
Or follow her heart,
For, each has, 
It's own reverberations,
Poisonous potions, 
Blended with intoxication,
Howbeit, to fend self,
Route one, she must tread,
While wrangling in turmoil,
Abuse & misuse,
Is done by,
Leaving her debunked,
In a state, avertible which was,
By virtue of what,
She wondered
Was it,
Assertion of absorption,
OR...
Clarion of demolition?
Silence begets destruction,
OR...
Reveals paths anew?
Shrouded in mystery,
Firmness as a testatory,
Rooted & grounded,
Though pliable & supple,
To an extent,
She lived on...
To express & not to impress
To assert & not to be suppressed!

Reclamation

A sloppy walk in the rain,
adrift of a harbor to latch on to,
directionless, 
just as the lofty mass up there,
yet,
constantly reassuring self,
that all is 'perfectly well',
choices made in innocence,
shalt not be anguished upon,
but, referred to as referrals,
a lot to learn & derive sense of,
in order to,
evolve as worldly wise,
for, what defines a stronger self is, 
after falling & dipping,
how well does one rise !
Arising from the ashes,
thus, does a phoenix,
to born alive,
resurrection & novel in creation,
excelling formulation,
a beautiful self,
like never before !
Dilly dally, no wonder,
keeping the spirit & spark alive,
to move ahead in zeal,
& never looking back,
to what could have sealed,
fastened & welded to anonymity,
forever, that is !

Nemesis

Indignation not yet subsided,
submarined & submerged,
beneath subconscious,
hollering stories of villainy,
profusely oozing rage,
resentment at it's peek,
& mounting high,
as each passing day,
witnessing darkness,
leaving atmosphere jaundiced,
in it's gory sins,
none to heed ear,
multitude of layers abaft,
thickened  & stubborn,
callously negligent,
of crushed  hearts multitude,
scraped with bruises,
yet, penitent not !
strapped of joys,
bereft of amuse,
abated state of elated,
lingering pangs of remorse,
void inside,
truth sees bare,
wide open in it's worst,
shrieks of offense,
acceptance of  real,
as it is,
is what the heart had whined,
yet, shrouded in persistent distortion,
why, I quiz,
is someone doped to an extent,
that they fail to seek existence, 
ends to meet,
or, meet an end,
the question,
remains as it is,
albeit, the fire of vengeance 
burns alive !

Blinkered

Sadistic joys of misrepresentation,

Facts acerbic as bile,

Which can do anything,

but make one smile !
All is hidden from the figurine,
who follows blinkered,
with eyes covered with a strap,
& enchanted by jingles,
that are deceivingly deluded,
intoxicated, it has a lot to utter ! 
Conveying only half truths,
but not what's nude !
Thus, one lie directs,
to an array of others too !
Thereby, muddling reality as it is,
that becomes arduous to seize !
Why do we trust too much,
that weakness it begets,

pain & sorrow that nevertheless follow,

eventually making us empty and hollow...

Why is it so difficult to embrace truth?

Isn't it futile to lie?

What charms one to sly?

Where the glory of lord rests?

With a crook,
or someone who has been fooled?

And why not with the one

who is never ill-intentioned,

but, in hatred is mentioned,

erroneously in its worst form ! 

Will the end of tunnel show light?

Or in self-brightness, 

it will lose sight?