Given and denied

We oscillate between the two extremes with an objective to attain equilibrium... Much like the pendulum, that to-froes to attain the mid point between the two extremes.

At times, we attain the equilibrium... But, the mind , while attempting to do so, becomes so much used to the "to-froing" that it doesn't recognize the stable point... It's so flustered that it continues to oscillate, again with an objective to attain the mid point. Funny

At times, our wishes are secretly fulfilled and we don't realize it...
The gift is secretly bestowed upon us and we unceremoniously deny it...

Eff.You.See.Kay

And one day, I shall prick
your inflated ego
with my silence.
You shall burst like
an oversized bubble.
Till then, stay in your delusions
and scavenge on your rotten self!

Scoundrels everywhere!

They say "people change" with such crestfallen and awful faces, heaving a dismal sigh of disappointment as if "people" were deemed to stay the same way... And then, they pompously say "Change is the only constant" with an air of intellect, pragmatism and other such embellishments... Volte face, that is :-/

Wow! What a pity man is... He hardly knows what he says... Dostoevsky had rightly pointed out that "Man is a scoundrel"... Though he had inferred this on a different context, but man remains a scoundrel nonetheless... And , you know , who he acts a scoundrel to?

Himself!

A queer blurt

Quite often, I count my breaths and feel the beat of my heart. I stare at my green veins running right under my skin and I place my fingers on them…precisely on the radial artery to feel my pulse. This is how Life manifests itself…in a pulse, in a breath, in a heart’s beat, in the flutter of eyelids etc.  Such insignificant processes chain to form one Life. And , then comes that one moment when all the processing ends, life comes to a halt. Wonder, how that moment is… Is it painful or does the pain cease to exist? Is it scary? Or is it blissful? That one moment is undefined… Nobody shall ever be able to pen that down… Some things are truly beyond the human capability.. They are impossible and some things should better  not be deciphered. May be , we live a lifetime to witness that one moment’s feeling… Let it stay mysterious and mystic. We shall all unravel it one day but we won’t be able to express it ever.  

The funambulist

I tried to funambulate
not on a rope
but on a mere string
that joined our two
lonesome hearts.
The string weakened,
I stood right in the middle.
It couldn't bear the weight
of my sorrows...
Alas, it broke off!

The whispering conscience

And how is it
that conscience
becomes a low murmur,

when on the contrary,

it should have been stentorian?

How is it
that it
all of a sudden
becomes mute,
slavishly agreeing
with the disordered world
and lying abandoned in a
drunken stupor?

A dark beauty

The sullen abyss

has a confounding charm

subtle  yet conspicuous.

It pulls you towards itself.

You unknowingly succumb

to its charm,

dive to reach its bottom

and unintentionally

cause yourself an irrevocable harm.